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    Quadro : Sunset Tears

    Tears...I fall apart.
    The sun lingers at my window...
    one final attempt
    to melt the pain within my heart.

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    Contest: Quadro
    Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
    Placed 1st
    © 12th January 2017

    The Quadro Form by Nette Onclaud: a
    4-line verse with 5/8/5/8 syllable count,
    lines 1 and 4 rhyming.

    Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017
    From my good friend and talented poet, Paul Callus.
    We have collaborated together a few times.
    He is not only a very talented poet but also a very kind, generous and intelligent man.-Tyr
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    Digging
    by Seamus Heaney
    Between my finger and my thumb
    The squat pin rest; snug as a gun.

    Under my window, a clean rasping sound
    When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
    My father, digging. I look down

    Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
    Bends low, comes up twenty years away
    Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
    Where he was digging.

    The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
    Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
    He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
    To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
    Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

    By God, the old man could handle a spade.
    Just like his old man.

    My grandfather cut more turf in a day
    Than any other man on Toner's bog.
    Once I carried him milk in a bottle
    Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
    To drink it, then fell to right away
    Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
    Over his shoulder, going down and down
    For the good turf. Digging.

    The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
    Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
    Through living roots awaken in my head.
    But I've no spade to follow men like them.

    Between my finger and my thumb
    The squat pen rests.
    I'll dig with it.



    The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
    Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
    Through living roots awaken in my head.
    But I've no spade to follow men like them.



    Having tried all my life to be the man my father wanted me to be.
    I admit my failure,yet I still try and perhaps with a miracle I may yet make it---if , if only I can live another 62 years!!
    This world IS NOW AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN FULL OF TRULY GREAT MEN THAT WERE NEVER FAMOUS.
    Sad that such is not taught in our schools, where now even the famous ones that truly earned it , truly deserved it are openly spit upon by
    the usual suspects, IMHO..-TYR
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    Form: Quintain (Sicilian)

    Rain Dance

    On a crisp autumn afternoon,
    Much to my stunned delight,
    Storms clouds morph into monsoon
    With jagged spears of light
    And thunder cracks of doom.

    Dancing in the storm’s eye
    Fat raindrops bouncing all around
    Afraid I will soon die
    Trying hard not to drown
    So happy I could cry.

    After months of summer sun
    Rivers and streams almost dry
    Rain pounding like a drum
    No chance of blue sky
    Praying more rain will come.

    Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015
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    Quintains (Sicilian), are always hard for me to write!
    You did an a most excellent job with this gem my friend....Tyr
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    The Blue-Flag In The Bog
    ---------------- by Edna St. Vincent Millay
    God had called us, and we came;
    Our loved Earth to ashes left;
    Heaven was a neighbor's house,
    Open to us, bereft.

    Gay the lights of Heaven showed,
    And 'twas God who walked ahead;
    Yet I wept along the road,
    Wanting my own house instead.

    Wept unseen, unheeded cried,
    "All you things my eyes have kissed,
    Fare you well! We meet no more,
    Lovely, lovely tattered mist!

    Weary wings that rise and fall
    All day long above the fire!"—
    Red with heat was every wall,
    Rough with heat was every wire—

    "Fare you well, you little winds
    That the flying embers chase!
    Fare you well, you shuddering day,
    With your hands before your face!

    And, ah, blackened by strange blight,
    Or to a false sun unfurled,
    Now forevermore goodbye,
    All the gardens in the world!

    On the windless hills of Heaven,
    That I have no wish to see,
    White, eternal lilies stand,
    By a lake of ebony.

    But the Earth forevermore
    Is a place where nothing grows,—
    Dawn will come, and no bud break;
    Evening, and no blossom close.

    Spring will come, and wander slow
    Over an indifferent land,
    Stand beside an empty creek,
    Hold a dead seed in her hand."

    God had called us, and we came,
    But the blessed road I trod
    Was a bitter road to me,
    And at heart I questioned God.

    "Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
    That the heart would most desire,
    Held Earth naught save souls of sinners
    Worth the saving from a fire?

    Withered grass,—the wasted growing!
    Aimless ache of laden boughs!"
    Little things God had forgotten
    Called me, from my burning house.

    "Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
    That the eye could ask to see,
    All the things I ever knew
    Are this blaze in back of me."

    "Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
    That the ear could think to lack,
    All the things I ever knew
    Are this roaring at my back."

    It was God who walked ahead,
    Like a shepherd to the fold;
    In his footsteps fared the weak,
    And the weary and the old,

    Glad enough of gladness over,
    Ready for the peace to be,—
    But a thing God had forgotten
    Was the growing bones of me.

    And I drew a bit apart,
    And I lagged a bit behind,
    And I thought on Peace Eternal,
    Lest He look into my mind:

    And I gazed upon the sky,
    And I thought of Heavenly Rest,—
    And I slipped away like water
    Through the fingers of the blest!

    All their eyes were fixed on Glory,
    Not a glance brushed over me;
    "Alleluia! Alleluia!"
    Up the road,—and I was free.

    And my heart rose like a freshet,
    And it swept me on before,
    Giddy as a whirling stick,
    Till I felt the earth once more.

    All the earth was charred and black,
    Fire had swept from pole to pole;
    And the bottom of the sea
    Was as brittle as a bowl;

    And the timbered mountain-top
    Was as naked as a skull,—
    Nothing left, nothing left,
    Of the Earth so beautiful!

    "Earth," I said, "how can I leave you?"
    "You are all I have," I said;
    "What is left to take my mind up,
    Living always, and you dead?"

    "Speak!" I said, "Oh, tell me something!
    Make a sign that I can see!
    For a keepsake! To keep always!
    Quick!—before God misses me!"

    And I listened for a voice;—
    But my heart was all I heard;
    Not a screech-owl, not a loon,
    Not a tree-toad said a word.

    And I waited for a sign;—
    Coals and cinders, nothing more;
    And a little cloud of smoke
    Floating on a valley floor.

    And I peered into the smoke
    Till it rotted, like a fog:—
    There, encompassed round by fire,
    Stood a blue-flag in a bog!

    Little flames came wading out,
    Straining, straining towards its stem,
    But it was so blue and tall
    That it scorned to think of them!

    Red and thirsty were their tongues,
    As the tongues of wolves must be,
    But it was so blue and tall—
    Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!

    All my heart became a tear,
    All my soul became a tower,
    Never loved I anything
    As I loved that tall blue flower!

    It was all the little boats
    That had ever sailed the sea,
    It was all the little books
    That had gone to school with me;

    On its roots like iron claws
    Rearing up so blue and tall,—
    It was all the gallant Earth
    With its back against a wall!

    In a breath, ere I had breathed,—
    Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!—
    I was kneeling at its side,
    And it leaned its head on me!

    Crumbling stones and sliding sand
    Is the road to Heaven now;
    Icy at my straining knees
    Drags the awful under-tow;

    Soon but stepping-stones of dust
    Will the road to Heaven be,—
    Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
    Reach a hand and rescue me!

    "There—there, my blue-flag flower;
    Hush—hush—go to sleep;
    That is only God you hear,
    Counting up His folded sheep!

    Lullabye—lullabye—
    That is only God that calls,
    Missing me, seeking me,
    Ere the road to nothing falls!

    He will set His mighty feet
    Firmly on the sliding sand;
    Like a little frightened bird
    I will creep into His hand;

    I will tell Him all my grief,
    I will tell Him all my sin;
    He will give me half His robe
    For a cloak to wrap you in.

    Lullabye—lullabye—"
    Rocks the burnt-out planet free!—
    Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
    Reach a hand and rescue me!

    Ah, the voice of love at last!
    Lo, at last the face of light!
    And the whole of His white robe
    For a cloak against the night!

    And upon my heart asleep
    All the things I ever knew!—
    "Holds Heaven not some cranny, Lord,
    For a flower so tall and blue?"

    All's well and all's well!
    Gay the lights of Heaven show!
    In some moist and Heavenly place
    We will set it out to grow.
    Easily one of the most brilliant and talented female poets that ever lived..-Tyr
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    Another Winter Star

    ***This poem is a metaphysical response to my
    poem 'Winter Star' which attempts on some level
    to make a connection to us and creation, and follows
    the adage that your outlook on life is a direct
    reflection of how much you like yourself ( attitudal
    metaphysics) which in turn is a reflection of how
    you look at others --- that we are all Stars, burning
    bright; and though it may not be reality to some,
    at least the practice is healthy****


    Another Winter Storm



    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
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    the nervous violinist


    soon the performance starts.
    After so many years
    stage fright still takes its toll.
    I'm nervous. Listen:
    People talk, subdued,
    chairs moved gratingly,
    someone coughs raucously.
    Humid air and bad smells
    already permeate the hall.
    Will they distract me,
    flaw my performance?
    Have i practiced enough?
    I look at my delicate hands.
    Will they obey my mind's commands?
    I think of you, sitting
    placidly, expectantly, assured
    on a front seat and i'll know,
    i'll hardly dare look at you.
    The stiff tuxedo chokes me to death,
    but i must control myself.
    I must be calm.

    I move out, center stage,
    take up my violin.
    Then as always i forget
    i'm in an imperfect world,
    for what i play is sheer delight
    pure masterpiece of harmony.
    All else has no relevance
    all evaporate into oblivion.
    I am now in ecstasy, i drown
    in the rhythm of perfection.

    (fiction)

    copyright © victor buhagiar | year posted 2017
    exceptional poet and friend.
    This is great free verse but i think he writes even betttttttttttttttter in rhyme.. -tyr
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    The wondrous moment of our meeting
    ---------------- by Alexander Pushkin
    The wondrous moment of our meeting...
    Still I remember you appear
    Before me like a vision fleeting,
    A beauty's angel pure and clear.

    In hopeless ennui surrounding
    The worldly bustle, to my ear
    For long your tender voice kept sounding,
    For long in dreams came features dear.

    Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
    Old dreams, and I from year to year
    Forgot how tender you had sounded,
    Your heavenly features once so dear.

    My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet --
    Dull fence around, dark vault above --
    Devoid of God and uninspired,
    Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

    Sleep from my soul began retreating,
    And here you once again appear
    Before me like a vision fleeting,
    A beauty's angel pure and clear.

    In ecstasy my heart is beating,
    Old joys for it anew revive;
    Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
    The fire, and tears, and love alive.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    The wondrous moment of our meeting
    ---------------- by Alexander Pushkin
    The wondrous moment of our meeting...
    It sounds strange, but fine in English. Thanks!
    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Balu View Post
    It sounds strange, but fine in English. Thanks!

    Check out the poems of this new poet I have found and posted in this thread titled-

    Paying Homage To Those Magnificently Talented But Lesser Known Poets.

    I am truly knocked over by this new discovery. As this poetess awes me, my friend..-Tyr
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Check out the poems of this new poet I have found and posted in this thread titled-

    Paying Homage To Those Magnificently Talented But Lesser Known Poets.

    I am truly knocked over by this new discovery. As this poetess awes me, my friend..-Tyr
    Thank you Robert,
    I read all your threads and love them, but mark only your poems and sonnets.
    Thank you again for what you are doing - you open a possibility to see and understand that side of Americans which is usually hidden in mass media as well as refresh and enrich my grand children and mine active vocabulary.
    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

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    Previously I had no plans to ever choose any of my poems to present in this thread----but,
    this creation and my great writing partner leads me to do so because of her verses, not mine!
    Ihope you may enjoy this collaboration as she is truly a great poetess! -Tyr

    In Love's Embrace This Soul Shall Flourish

    (Collaboration Nicola Byrne and Robert Lindley)


    “Beloved, forgive my reservations, for dismay has taken hold;
    Though thy love has cast infinite smiles upon a jaded grimace,
    I am bound by poisoned notions, of daring actions and desire so bold.
    Oh how, in thy impassioned embrace, I have found divine solace:
    Lightning strikes me, a glow reverberating into the dusky twilight,
    With every charged beating of my heart against thy shielding arms.
    Only with you, can one hear the beauty of the lark’s song at night,
    And feel warmth, more sublime than the midday sun’s inviting charms.

    “I now spend my days longing for but one taste of thy tender lips,
    And weep with thoughts that thou should ever tire of mine.
    For thy love illuminates all darkness, and never shall eclipse
    My undying adoration, for a most sincere heart, such as thine.
    But I have become daunted and overcome with profound emotion,
    For untamed passion such as this, to me, was previously unknown.
    If it be the case, that thou holdst even a glimpse of such devotion,
    Rest assured that this captivated heart would eternally be thine own.”


    “Thy joyful smile brought deep light to his weary and lost soul,
    Every new dawn, gave desserts of thy soft, sweet nectar;
    Holding thy daring love became my truest and greatest goal,
    Praying I, not the tragic sad fate of Troy's dying Hector.
    We saw heavens shine and visited stars in brilliant glow,
    Each precious moment, I sought to always touch thy hand;
    My prayer is that my depth of passion shall always show,
    To bring us to paradise, dancing to music of its golden band.

    “With the only future that could hold this passionate heart,
    Thy kiss, could bring a fearful spirit such fantastic relief.
    Shall we in eternal truth, vow to never, ever need a restart
    From any time apart, and such dark caverns of epic grief.
    My darling, accept this my forever promise in loving vow,
    Where we will always seek each others soft, embracing touch;
    Even should we live only for joy in our passionate nights now,
    Know thy sweet depths of infinite love are returned just as much.”



    Nicola Byrne
    &
    Robert J. Lindley
    2- 22, 2017

    (The first half of this poem shows the words of a lady who is looking for some reassurance from her lover, that his is a lasting/committed love. The second part is the man’s response to her.)


    Note. I have been honored by composing with Nicola, as her talent awes me and inspires me to improve my poetry. A truly wonderful poetess and a friend.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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    This poem, using my new form , LinCrazyEights- written by Doug Vinson has made Poem Of The Day at my poetry site today.
    Has gotten lots of comments even before being announced as POTD.
    I hope you may enjoy reading his creation, as both he and his new poem are top level, IMHO.-Tyr



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    The Rider



    In a mass grave so long ago,
    They spoke to me before they died,
    I saw their souls, the outward flow,
    All hope buried beneath that tide.

    The many starving, sent afar,
    With wearied feet and hunger's burn,
    Impel them on - my repertoire,
    The children that fail to return.

    I rose up tall against the shore,
    Wood and iron to hold them fast,
    Freedom vanished for evermore,
    Slavery's journey to the last.

    I set you fighting, tribe on tribe,
    The dogs of war so fierce to roam,
    Ensure no safety to describe,
    What has worth if you can't go home?

    Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2017
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    It Rained That Day


    Soft autumn rain ...
    cascading over brightly colored cherry blossoms,
    releasing a sweet scent of aromatic aphrodisiac
    A fragrance of springtime love blowing in the gentle autumn wind
    Our two hearts made a vow that day
    We promised to fall in love anew
    each day all over again
    Fall madly in love a thousand times
    every twenty-four hour spin
    As the light, misty rain came down,
    meeting our joyous laughter rising up to the clouds
    Two lovebirds being purified,
    two souls now joined together
    as husband and wife
    It rained gently that beautiful day
    The maple and evergreen trees
    greeted us with a mélange of bright promise,
    of an ever evolving love that would last a lifetime
    We beheld the colors of change all around us,
    holding hands as our lives were changing as well
    Upon the lifting of her white veil,
    our eyes kissed and our lips looked
    for no more words than two
    I do
    After a pregnant pause, we added another ...
    I love you
    Then we ran outside,
    and frolicked like two little children
    Me tugging at her beautiful, African zakiya dress,
    she tossing aside my African kente vest
    And when we pressed our cheeks together,
    the soft autumn rain began to fall ... and we too were falling
    more in love
    I remember so well:
    how it rained that day,
    how gently the autumn rain fell

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Previously I had no plans to ever choose any of my poems to present in this thread----but,
    this creation and my great writing partner leads me to do so because of her verses, not mine!
    Ihope you may enjoy this collaboration as she is truly a great poetess! -Tyr

    In Love's Embrace This Soul Shall Flourish

    (Collaboration Nicola Byrne and Robert Lindley)


    “Beloved, forgive my reservations, for dismay has taken hold;
    Though thy love has cast infinite smiles upon a jaded grimace,
    I am bound by poisoned notions, of daring actions and desire so bold.
    Oh how, in thy impassioned embrace, I have found divine solace:
    Lightning strikes me, a glow reverberating into the dusky twilight,
    With every charged beating of my heart against thy shielding arms.
    Only with you, can one hear the beauty of the lark’s song at night,
    And feel warmth, more sublime than the midday sun’s inviting charms.

    “I now spend my days longing for but one taste of thy tender lips,
    And weep with thoughts that thou should ever tire of mine.
    For thy love illuminates all darkness, and never shall eclipse
    My undying adoration, for a most sincere heart, such as thine.
    But I have become daunted and overcome with profound emotion,
    For untamed passion such as this, to me, was previously unknown.
    If it be the case, that thou holdst even a glimpse of such devotion,
    Rest assured that this captivated heart would eternally be thine own.”


    “Thy joyful smile brought deep light to this weary and lost soul,
    Every new dawn, gave desserts of thy soft, sweet nectar;
    Holding thy daring love became my truest and greatest goal,
    Praying I, not the tragic sad fate of Troy's dying Hector.
    We saw heavens shine and visited stars in brilliant glow,
    Each precious moment, I sought to always touch thy hand;
    My prayer is that my depth of passion shall always show,
    To bring us to paradise, dancing to music of its golden band.

    “With the only future that could hold this passionate heart,
    Thy kiss, could bring a fearful spirit such fantastic relief.
    Shall we in eternal truth, vow to never, ever need a restart
    From any time apart, and such dark caverns of epic grief.
    My darling, accept this my forever promise in loving vow,
    Where we will always seek each others soft, embracing touch;
    Even should we live only for joy in our passionate nights now,
    Know thy sweet depths of infinite love are returned just as much.”



    Nicola Byrne
    &
    Robert J. Lindley
    2- 22, 2017

    (The first half of this poem shows the words of a lady who is looking for some reassurance from her lover, that his is a lasting/committed love. The second part is the man’s response to her.)


    Note. I have been honored by composing with Nicola, as her talent awes me and inspires me to improve my poetry. A truly wonderful poetess and a friend.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    Excellent poem, Robert!
    (Who is Nicola Byrne, btw?)
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-01-2017 at 05:23 PM.
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    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    "It's not how you start, it's how you finish."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Russ View Post
    Excellent poem, Robert!
    (Who is Nicola Byrne, btw?)
    Thanks for your comment my friend..

    She is a poetess at my home poetry site. That is our first collaboration, and it rated extremely high at the poetry site.
    We are now about to do at least one more--she waits for my first half to be sent to her.
    THE ONE I HAVE NOT YET WRITTEN- NOT EVEN THE FIRST VERSE!
    I'VE BEEN BUSY HERE AT CREATIVE WRITING FORM, BUSY AT HOME AND AM NOW AWAITING A TIME TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE AN EVEN BETTER HALF, AS HER HALF IN OUR FIRST COLLABORATION -APPEARS TO ME-, TO BE BETTER THAN MINE.
    Although several top poets have disagreed with my judgment on that, I think it on the mark.
    Never one not to be competitive in anything I do. I will now take a bit longer to slam out my next presentation to her.
    Maybe instead of 25 minutes I took writing that first one, I'll donate a whole hour on this new one.---Tyr
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