Poetry and Prose for any season

[gabosaurus]

Republicans in Congress drone their same-old tired chant:
“Compromise with Democrats? We never will! We shan’t!
Cut spending and close loopholes? Our constituents say no!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “Wait! That isn’t so!”

But Republicans in Congress say, “We’ll carry out your wish!
You’d rather cut the milit’ry than tax the super-rich!
We’ll keep those loopholes open while we cut with all our might!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “Stop! That is not right!”

But Republicans in Congress say, “We’re listening to you!
You’d rather risk recession than to increase revenue!
The rich, they need their money. Our schools can take the hit!”
And Republicans across the States cry, “That’s certainly not it!”

But Republicans in Congress say, “We’ll do just what you’ve asked!
You’ll pay more in spending cuts; the rich, though, won’t be taxed!”
We say that we want balance. We’ve asked them this for years!
“We’re listening!” they pledge to us . . . with fingers in their ears.

--Rebecca Rose

[jimnyc]

Good stuff, Tyr!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

About To Hang..


Before his captors bound in chains
he cursed all with rage
His heart was aching not from pains
rather from lost liberties of a past age

Bound to a stout and massive old tree
lost, dispirited and without future hope
Choosing defiant curses rather than broken plea
awaiting the crowd and hanging rope

No tears , for he was not afraid
of hell's intensely inviting gaze
Life spent , short future therein laid
all memory now a distant haze

Asked are you afraid of what awaits
he spat upon the ground
I'll see you all at hell's first gate
where anguished screams make no sound........--TYR- 04--01 --2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The King Has Arrived


Decades of disgrace have so perverted moral law
as cries for reform came from the few that saw
Pretty lies designed to soothingly appease
sprang forth with liberal deceit and ease


Could our nation found no other fate
is correction ever too late
Misdemeanors and high crimes abound
like cheers from all round


A savior came to abolish suffering and woe
little did the deceived ever know
The sinister game that was being played
the dastardly plans so cleverly being laid


Does the savior not rule now by royal decree
stealing liberties from you and me
As he sits upon his newly made throne
demanding no true light ever be shown


Should we now abandon all moral codes
follow the tyrant down doom filled roads
Only to find our every hopeful thought
was diminished even before it was bought


How blind are those that refuse to see
the lies that surround the king to be!............Tyr 04-11-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Fear Monsters and Run

On that mountain was the great cavern
all the boys spoke of it in the local tavern
Great fear of its darkness and ghostly sound
tales tall recited as the beers came around

Once Dallas went in with hair dark as night
came out next day hair was ghostly white
Blubbering like a scared little frightened child
talking of monsters big, fierce and wild

On a dare I took a huge bet
I would explore it and not even fret
Saturday at high noon I did enter
into black darkness as cold as winter

Deeper in I cautiously did go
expecting monsters to soon show
First startled by huge exiting bats
next came fleeing dark little rats

A few turns and I did soon dimly see
yellow eyes ahead looking back at me
Soon I turned and did rapidly run
back to the light of the noonday sun

Outside I quickly paid my lost bet
never found out what it was yet
But this I learned and now admit
that day's fear I'll not ever forget

A man must face his darkest fear
even when people may laugh and jeer
Just do so with this thought in mind
fear monsters and that's what you'll find.... Tyr-Ziu Saxnot 04-21-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

After the breakup, misery birthed new joy


I left you my old hat and dirty brown coat
now be happy and don't gloat
You gave me far more agonizing hurt than joy
as you broke me like an unwanted toy

So very tempted to leave you even more
a few hard knocks to try to even the score
Yet my heart pleaded desperately with me
with excuses like branches on a massive tree

Yield not my soul to hate, anger , and spite
small solace to know I was so very right
He was your secret lover and good time friend
and bought you so easily in the end

Are you happy now all miserably broken and so alone
sitting there crying with heart hardened as a stone
Yes, I asked about you every day this very long year
even after I ceased to shed another useless tear

Now wear proudly that old hat and dirty brown coat
read carefully these words that I happily wrote
You no longer my sweet gal, I no longer your lover boy
sad for you but for me it is pure and blessed joy!!----

from about 14 years ago..--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I am now 2 weeks into a rather large poetry forum that one of my friends invited me to join.
There I currently have 86 poem posted . Some few that have won contests there. This is my most recent offering and it was done on a dare. My friend knows I have never publicly presented any of my private writes that I only have ever given to past lovers. He dared me to present a very hot one. Had to be hot!!
Bet me 50 bucks. Tomorrow he gets to see how it never pays to bet me because when I accept I am almost always assured of winning..

So I rewrote this from memory of a poem I sent to a very special lady friend back in my youth (1973).
It is not 100% of the original but quite close.. Old age a bummer to a memory over 4 decades old.
I post it here because poetry is art . And as such it is held to a different standard .
This I hope offends nobody's finer sensibilities as it's not intended to offend at all.

Here it is and take it as presented, an expression of love from a wild young man to a sweet exquisite lover over 40 years ago.. .. one I lost due to my arrogant and prideful vanity.

Lovely Places, Time Never Erases


Pinch me I am bleeding, losing my love that is true
Pinch me I am slowing slipping far , far away from you
Adore me as you once awe struck and lovingly did
taste me as your heart needs my blood to renew

Touch me I am needing, your heart to wed mine again
Touch me I am needing , your true love without end
Lay me in your soft bed to please gently this night
slay my doubts , love me as your lover and a friend

Pleasure me I am awaiting, your needs and sweet delights
Pleasure me I am awaiting, your wet kisses all these nights
undress me slowly as you hold back your delicious moans
eat my love as you are my princess on our private flights

Love me I am hungry, for your sexy curves, hips and lips
Love me I am hungry, for your hottest sexual fantasy trips
Send me on a lust filled journey into your greatest treasure
Soothe me until my satisfaction explodes, burst or rips

Teach me I am willing, to explore your exquisite private places
Teach me I am willing, to drive your pleasure until time erases
all thoughts except rose burst into your sweet red-hot flower
tasting your heavenly sexual delights leaving white love traces.... Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

No Going Back To Make Amends


Three thunderbolts in my back pocket
a can of kickass in my left hand
Evil gleam beaming into my right socket
echoes of a drugged out hippie band

Blasts of memories stinging my brain
of beautiful girls scantily clad
Seething blasts of hot dripping rain
washed ashore faces of girls I had

Memories sent to remind me of fate
knowledge of many past sins
Mercy, mercy tis' never too late
two loves are not always twins

Thunderbolts remind me to never sit still
as demons eat away at my soul
Visions I see against my stubborn will
eyes gazing so deeply black as coal

I blink quickly to wash it all away
begging for a much happier thought
Yet darkest evil temporarily holds sway
past deeds and freedom so falsely bought...........Tyr- 03-31-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Painter's Nightmare

I have been painting where the bird of vengeance tears out the coward's heart
large brush strokes given with an angry scowl and deep frown tossed in to boot
Land between where the blessed soul and the inner spirit of man do ever part
as rough and stout as an old mighty oak tree with withered rock anchored root


A canvas as big and glowing bright as the imagination of a happily playing child
setting up toy soldiers to battle fiercely until the mighty war God tires of his play
Incoming dark spirits unchained and commanded to destroy in vengeance gone wild
all that defiantly dare to fight back with courage and pluck while standing in their way


Each stroke begs for another more vibrant and deeper that the one blasted on before
as the picture looms large sending darkened chills up my renewed and stiffened spine
A shriek comes forth from behind that castle's bloody and heavy iron gated door
revealing the angry beast has just fled and all will soon be blissfully quiet and fine..
Tyr----04-10-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Mild Is The Parting Year , and Sweet

Mild is the parting year , and sweet
The odor of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.
---Walter Savage Landor

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With Rue My Heart Is Laden


With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
--- A.E. Housman

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Two really nice ones, just because you folks are surely tired of seeing mine.. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Challenge To The Dark



shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death
my death not their death…


Charles Bukowski

His words were often very brutal and dark. Was he a genius or just raving mad??
I suspect some of both as is so very often the sad case!
The line of which is very often just a whisper, a vapor and a hit to the head.... --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ode to a Princess


her beautiful singing voice was joy
her gentleness was known so well
at her birth angels sang
flowers envy her aura and smell

blue tears from loving heart
rest in her soft, admirable soul
for never again did spirit rest
until his love she find and know

ever joyful in her imagined fate
she rejected worldly troubles and fears
and birthed treasures to disperse
along with heavenly and happy tears

the years have flown by since her gifts
blessed those she met in giving days
as her time was granted from heaven above
and her treasures so freely given away! --- Tyr 05-10-2014

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What the Angels Whisper
by---- Keith O.J. Hunt





What the Angels Whisper


How hope still clings in the maze of youth,

though a vessel so tender,

not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind

as a ripened daisy,

a fledgling ----

too much a babe for a serpent's wile;

A helping hand awaits in the arms of time,

where moments pass to eternity,

the winds are hushed with reprieve,

always,

there is a friend staring to dawn


From love roars the mightiest wind,

of a warmth most enduring,

The rose sifts most sweet

in youthful shallows,

not deep of a withered old;

ere anger is bred and seasoned,

tamed to mother's ease,

The old man forgets, the harridan scoffs

while the child rides the winds

of rosy-dawns and soft remembrance,

somehow, the ancient are redeemed


Let love speak her tender tongue,

atop mountains too aloft for wicked ears,

Soothe she the weeping wayward,

the broken bone, fevers ungodly;

though she is mysterious to the ignorant,

confounds the tyrant in his self-genius ----

only God could know her name,

whispered infinite

(she is love)



** Excerpt from my epic ' The Blood of the Prophets'
(unfinished as of yet)**

A fantastic write by one of my friends .. --Tyr