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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

by Viv Wigley And then I opened that door- for comp

(For Competition 'And then I opened THAT door', sponsor- John Lawless)

And then I opened that door


My relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas
so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass.
Could have done with company on such a painful walk
my passenger I'd left behind, no-one to hear me talk
a light (could it be hope?) I'm sure I saw not far ahead
so I took the avenue called naive to see just where it led.
The house of Her, it's elegant facade, I really was impressed
not sure if I should ring the bell, being not ideally dressed
my cares were worn and dreams were torn, not sure if all that matters
holes right through my optimism and happiness in tatters
no harm in stopping by, I thought, so hey-ho, what the hell
just take the bullshit by the horns, go up and ring the bell.
No answer, but a sudden gust of wind opened the door
and I stepped in, whilst wondering had I been here before.
The corridor stretched out before me, doors to left and right
Not sure how many, since I was too young to see the light.
The first door was denied to me, and so were all it's kin
but since I was alone, I thought I'll just go kick it in.
The first room just enticed me with it's beauty, grace and form,
a fire of passion crackled in the grate that made me warm.
The next room was a cellar, Magnums full of ruby wine
full bodied and intoxicating, all this could be mine.
The third room swathed in velvet, silk and lace, so smooth and cool,
to not lie in such luxury would make a man a fool
excited and emboldened now from all I'd seen before
spoiled child rampaged from place to place
and then opened THAT door.
The blast took me right off my feet, I crashed into the ground
the house of Her shook violently upon the Banshee sound
full force, indignant anger, outright rage, fury unleashed
as only then I understood the nature of the beast.
My welcome suddenly outstayed, my fault, for had I known it
though I had been invited in, walked round as if I owned it
The room hissed in an icy tone as she laid bare my crime
that I would have been more welcome taking one room at a time
but men will open every door to fulfil all their needs
the key to each door is respect, no barrier to greed.
Tornado fire, the Vixen's ire ripped me into the yard
winded, no breath left in me, my ego landed hard.
Got up slowly, brushed myself down and rubbed my aching head
eagerness had bled right out and brashness torn to shreds.
Staggered back out through the gate and turned along the lane
raised my collar round my neck and headed home again.
You see, my relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas
so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass.
A light......................

By Viv Wigley

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Friend and fellow poet , Viv Wigley , from my poetry site kindly granted my request to post this poem he recently entered in a contest there.
I found this gem this morn and added it to my favorite poem list there, next made the request to be allowed to present it here. He generously agreed.
A poet with a lot of talent...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Guitarist's Night
----------------------------------------------by Keith O.J. Hunt

Fresh kiss....

bottle of wine

Made love til half-past nine,

mellow Hendrix, 'Little Wing'
'Hey Baby' ----

She moaned to it, sighing soft,

purred to it....

A beautiful old music carrying us away;

she was so French, crazy in love ----
romping the house with purple eyes
and little blue(s) pant*es,

I cooked for her dishes, hours

to please her wet-appetite,
insatiable...
always red lipstick thick,
pure white chics;
all Woman,
she was
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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My friend Keith usually writes in a more classical old style form but here he modernized his verses quite a bit and presented a fine poem.
We are currently doing a collaboration. I will present it here when he writes the second part, as I sent my first half to him a few days ago.
I have no doubt that he will either match it equally or even exceed it in quality..-Tyr

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Blossom Sonnet
----------------------------------------------------------by Keith O.J. Hunt

When the winter winds have stole

their shivered breath,

And warmer now, snow is shed,

what lovely can bring when it sings;

(From mountains deep to waken sleep)

And gather the birds to their blossomed boughs,

singing their elated woody sounds,

(gently loitering in elder trees)

speckled chirps in forest green

Neath budding Sylvan mistletoe

the earth is born-again,

ages old

returns this ditty of long ago

(til rejoicing in leafy worlds)

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

^^^^ This is more his usual style..... --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sands of Time


At first, a lazily flowing river
Timeless warm glow of a summer’s day
In love with the world’s vibrancy
Inaudible, clock ticking
Safe in seeming endlessness
Each day a lifetime
Some wished away
Years accrue
Time’s grains
Fall
Flow
Faster
Sweet life full
Moments precious
A n t i c i p a t e d
milestones fly past, too fast
Children’s years wax eternal
While ours accelerate quickly
Scenery outside the train’s window
Ever more beautiful, yet blurring, faster

7/13/16
© Thomas W. Quigley


Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful poetry by my friend Tom Quigley!
Great talent and very kind heart....----------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]

Celebrating A Birth

Isn't life a joy beyond imagining
When a child is born to us?
Can there be any greater happening
When families become a chorus?
Oh sweet melody of life's golden symphony
Pregnant seasons birthing spring
Nothing can compare to the cacophony
Of a baby when first she sings.
Look: she smiles, she beams,
Her eyes seraphic twinkle, deep blue-green,
Enchanting, magically enticing, endearing,
Urging her mother to a hug, a kiss
Soft as the early sun on her puffy cheeks.
Captivating, she melts the heart,
Then strikes, straight at the delicious milk
Of her mother's full sweet breast.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

From the golden pen of my good friend and extremely talented poet Victor....-

Today we give Thanks, for our lives and our blessings.
All of which flowed from the sacrifice that came from a single birth,
Christ born....--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Christmas Charity

He watched her all day,
From behind his window,
fascinated by her persistence,
renouncing a wholesome dinner,
the warmth and comfort of a home.
She stood, instead, in the telephone box
calling no one, receiving no one.
Surely if she did not phone anyone
One could assume she was waiting for one.
But no one rang. All Christmas Eve.

The wind blew icy cold and it was clear
she was not adequately clothed.
She must have been suffering a lot.
He wanted to shout to her:
Call it a truce, forget the caller,
come to my humble abode
and rest a while. Here's plenty to eat,
turkey, vegetables, mince pies and cakes
and a warmed red sangria
to pump some blood into your face.

She stayed put until midnight
as winter's blizzard opened its doors,
to herald in the birth of Christ.
Her ghost cared not for this,
and tired out she fell
crumbled dead on the floor
of an abandoned telephone box.

Next day they took her away.
He remained at the window,
angry, wondering the why of it all.
It was days later that he remembered.
Then he felt the terrible shame.
He had not prayed for her at all.

POTW 12/17/2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

A BRILLIANT AND SAD REMINDER THAT , we sometimes forget to act.
Sometimes, we fail to give the charity we now we should.
And it usually hits us hard later, if we have a Christian soul.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England

I have waited for you
Where no shadow seeps
Deep in the earth
Where the slow damp creeps
Under the stones
Where the sunlight sleeps
I have waited for you

I have listened for you
In the eaglet’s cry
In the echoes of rooks
In the empty sky
In a new born’s breath
And a dead man’s sigh
I have listened for you

I have looked for you
Where the elders grow
Followed your steps
Through the virgin snow
Through groves of yew
And mistletoe
Looking for you

I have watched for you
By the door and the gate
Risen up early
And lain down late
Doubted your love
And cursed my fate
Watching for you

You said you would come
You said that you will
Appear as the dawn
On the curve of the hill
I have waited for you
Through the dark, and the still
You said you would come

I lit you a fire
I kindled a flame
In the fear of the darkness
I called out your name
I thought I was dying
And then you came
You said you would come

And here you are
The promise of light
Sweetening silence
And softening night
And all shall be well
And be blesséd delight
You said you would come

© Gail Foster 21st December 2016



Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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Truly great verses!-Tyr