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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The View From A Window

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves;
Whose rusting hue,
Momentarily ignited by stray
Sunbeams weakly smouldering,
Briefly refurbished -
Deceives with all the colours of a
Rainbow...
From vibrant red through to shy
Hints of indigo;
Those vague outlines indicating
Receding hills;
Here, arising, long ago, every waking
Dawning,
The creaking structures
Of groaning and imposing mills;
Soon a slow thawing that quickly
Spills
Into the trickling replenishments
Of many gushing and silvery little
Rills.


Enchantment gripped me!
And I found myself wistfully
Thinking...
Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere,
Just behind where the great
Flattening Orb
Is now rapidly shrinking,
That I might, by perchance, find,
If I did so hope to bravely dare,
To happen upon a hidden and
Sedentary way of life up there?
That, forgotten, has turned its
Back on the social conflicts
Plagued by the curses of ingrained
Vice;
Encumbering a soul with its petty
Squabblings,
Imposing upon with demands and
Avarice...
When placing unnecessary burdens
On a honest bodies daily call
Of grinding toil and wearisome
Strife!


And still stood,
With hands outstretched upon the
Painted sill,
At the waist half-bent,
Now troubled by quiet mutterings
In an inexplicable sorts
Of self-imposed discontent,
My staid consciousness almost
Unawares,
As, momentarily distracted,
I hesitated, and, unseeing,
Inattentively stared...
Until...
A ragged chapter of cawing Daws,
Loudly jabbering overhead,
Suddenly wheeled -
And upwardly soared;
Whereupon, in murderous haste,
Awkwardly fled
When laboriously stealing away
Back inside the stubbled fields...
Thus causing me to slowly straighten;
Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang,
Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling
Over
That indivisibly conceals...
Drew shut the sullen curtains, which,
Heavily embroidered with indeterminate
finality,
Did dejectedly hang, aside the cold
Reveals.

Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

So Soft is the Sonnet of Willows

This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it.
It is something I wrote a long time ago and I thought I’d just put it out here in case anyone cared to read it.
Thank you, Chris


So Soft is the Sonnet of Willows

Such is the heart of a dreamer
Sought after deep in the mist
Seeking the quest of a thirsting desire
Falling to moments like this

Peering the distant endeavor
Calling the places I’ve known
Sending out visions so endless in wonder
Standing this ledge all alone

Come to my heart always steady
Shape it as how it should be
Teach me the ways of your unending song
Lyrics of comfort to me

Lift me with phrases now spoken
Take from my words on the page
Collections of feelings I wear on my sleeve
Shine me the light of your ways

I am of clay so unmolded
Bend me and shape me to form
Open my heart with the keys of your love
While dying I wish to be born

Caverns so wide as I forage
The depth of their history deep
Shadows that follow the pathways I walk
Stairways my soul it does keep

Yours is my desperate reason
Clinging to every fold
Challenges lie in wake of the storm
Northerly winds flowing cold

I shan’t recoil destinations
My mind it is set on the prize
Temptingly so it does fan every flame
Come I shall soon realize

Time for the moment a danger
Season’s of past now I fear
As I declare my unending longing
Wishing you ever so near

Trapped as I traverse the mountain
Chains of my pain garner tight
Reaching for avenues lost in the fog
Blinded by darkness of night

Soon I will relive the mornings
Joined by a perfect content
Welcoming sunrise as everywhere glows
Finding the hours we’ve spent

Trusting that no one is watching
Holding your hand on the street
Wrapping my arms ‘round your waist for a while
Kissing your lips soft and sweet

Words that will require actions
Motions in spite of the sky
Threatening these clouds overhead as I walk
Waving the past a good bye

Now as my life is beginning
Fortunate flags sure to wave
Sending a secret embedded in stone
Caution for this I do crave

Asking this long winded journey
Steps in the grass for to find
Destiny praises my unfettered wishes
Spent as the heart does unwind

Yours is the hand that I reach for
Save me in spite of my tears
Love me for many more wars shall invade
Filling the future with years

Run with me out to the fields
Keep me in sight at all turns
Paint me with colors so vibrant and true
Teach me for I want to learn

I will not be so untrusting
Pressures no longer to hide
Truth is my shield as it shines ever gold
Honesty I shall confide

Come to my heart it is waiting
Here in this darkened abyss
Shining so bright for your eyes now to see
Reaching for you that I miss

I promise you shall not be sorry
Taking this chance is the key
Found in the corners of thoughts so inspired
True as my covenant be

I whisper my truth through the mountains
Breathless I run to the shore
Hopeful I patiently wait your reaction
Searching for you evermore

Soft is the sonnet of willows
Wavering winds form the streams
Blowing so that you may welcome my peace
Singing the songs of your dreams

Mine is a tiresome journey
Treasures all cast to the bay
Every dollar I’ve owned as a man
Spent in a fortunate way

For this is my precious possession
A heart that does beat from above
Carefully showing the face of the plan
Showering you with my love

Rain on the valley of passion
Rose petal scent brings the breeze
Take from this night the joys of affection
Lingered in fresh memories

This I do pledge, my heart crossing
No longer wishing to die
Rivers of hope that do wash on your feet
Sent forth attempting to try

Cherishing love I am finding
Wanting forever to be
Everything that you do see in your soul
All that’s expected of me

I am but only one person
Doing just what I will do
Being myself in the face of the storm
Sending my love up to you

There is no mask I am wearing
The smile you see is for real
I can not be something that I am not
All of my life I reveal

Hoping that you understand this
Praying my words written of
Things that my heart wants to tell you my dear
Penned now with only my love

Such is the heart of a dreamer
Seeking not silver and gold
My only goalis that you love me true
Just as my dreams have foretold

So soft is the sonnet of willows
Wind through their branches blows free
Whispering dreams evermore shall come true
When you are standing with me



Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

I just found this great poem this morning. It is a masterpiece in my opinion and that has been said in comments to this poem by over a dozen top poets at my home poetry site!--Tyr

p.s. Now I find THAT this morning one of my newest poems has made Poem Of The Day (POTD).

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Southern Snow

In the dark of night, moon hidden from sight
Large snowflakes in flight and transcending white
Come morning's twilight, ice crystals ignite
They sparkle so bright as sun rays excite
The song birds unite, and softly invite
On the heart it writes , a poet's delight


January 6 2017
Monorhyme- 6 lines 10 syllables per line

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

This so far this is, the best poem I've read, that is entered in that contest.
I have not entered one, as this poetry form, brings no inspiring interests in me.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

realized too late

she thought it was nothing and broke it off,
but despite her feelings, he took it rough.
The love that seemed unforeseen to her,
taunted him each time he dreamed.
Although he did his best to forget,
he hadn’t been able to forget her yet.
Passed his breaking point late one night,
he found a rope and tied it tight.
Not long after he stepped off his bucket,
he was found with a note inside his pocket.
“i will love her until the day i die,”
were his last words and final goodbye.
With that, she realized far too late
that leaving him was her worst mistake.
Struck with grief, she grabbed two bottles.
Orange first, emptied it to the bottom.
She washed ‘em down with the bottle of rum,
his picture in her hand as she went numb.

Copyright © jocelyn honaker | year posted 2017

a new poet at my poetry home site.
Her first poem is impressive, imho!-tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ashes


Ashes fall like tears of weeping angels to the ground.
Lives were lost and will never be found.

It was when war approached in her heart without a sound.
If she couldn't burn the grief, she would release hell upon this town.
She wore her aching pain like a goddess in a flaming gown.
A queen dressed for battle, she left only her bloodstained crown.
Then her hellish fire was raised burning everything - everyone around.

"Ashes, ashes!"
Were her last words,
"We all fall down."

Copyright © Brianna Wahlquist | Year Posted 2016

An outstanding piece!-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Who Is Your Neighbor

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR

Forty feet high and circumference of six feet, my neighbor is a massive Saguaro cactus
It can be a source of sorrow or safety to wild creatures running in blackness

Probably hundred years old and stands all day in the hot sun unable to run
Sometimes a neighborhood gang of lowlifes will drive by and use it for target fun

It has two arms and stands close enough to its partner that they are hugging
My neighbor is surrounded by many cousins who are jealous of its majestic flowers budding

It starts out as little seedling protected by a nurse tree and now by governments
My neighbor is so popular around here that his cousins are used for yard ornaments

Unfortunately this neighbor is sick from all the exhaust fumes coming from the passing cars
I am happy to claim this green giant as my closest, quietest neighbor so far


SassyLady
09/12/15

Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015

Yes, it is our own Sassylady and this poem has 559 views!!!
I will post others she wrote if she does not mind , as I find every poem she has written there, shows great poetic talent, keen intellect and a very wise and fine heart.-Tyr

[SassyLady]

Yes, it is our own Sassylady and this poem has 559 views!!!
I will post others she wrote if she does not mind , as I find every poem she has written there, shows great poetic talent, keen intellect and a very wise and fine heart.-Tyr

I like this one about cactus better ... I think it's been posted here before.


Enduring the Ages


<center>Endure
Stoic saguaros,
Capture the sunset
Reach for the stars
Shelter creatures near and far
Tell them they are safe here
Regally stand tall and absorb summer rains
Gather rainbows and share the pot of gold
Nourish nubs of life on your massive trunk
For they ensure survival of your bloodline
Hold yourself proudly my desert king
Relish your strength and heritage
Spread your fertile seeds
Kiss the clouds
Always, always,
Endure

</center>Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015

[SassyLady]

Tyr ... did you take note of the word sequence in my poem ... Enduring? It was very deliberate.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tyr ... did you take note of the word sequence in my poem ... Enduring? It was very deliberate.

Yes I did. That creativity was icing on the cake and readily seen by me.......
When I read poetry I take note of 1.heart and 2. soul first, -- then 3.message,4. beauty, 5. creativity - then -- 6. flow/speed/rhyme(if in rhyme), 7.color/imagery elicited, 8. form and I make a judgment of the 9. poet's intent. These are criteria I use to judge poem.
This poem and its sister cactus poem fill the bill superbly..
As I've stated before, you have the gift my friend...
I encourage you to grow it and to share that gift with others, both here and elsewhere.--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Poem from the heart:

Please don't force me to write another word,
I speak from thy heart as if it was heard,
My pen useless in expressions I find,
Though it stems from every part of my mind.

How can one shift the unmovable force?
While helpless and stranded in this of course,
Speaking from my pen from one point of view,
Is all that I have to give you a clue.

And hoping that my words will shine on through,
Giving you a glimpse of what I hold true,
In such few words, I will not find a way,
But I shall try my best to have my say.

A sonnet I have written words to you,
Poems from my heart, the best I can do.

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017

This poet, a good friend of mine -writes with heart, soul and deep messages.
This sonnet tis not meant to awe with flowery language or whimsical words- rather its meant to point to a direct and verified truth!
That poetry is heart, soul, and mind, freely given/presented to others.
True poets(some would say great poets!) write as a gift not as an advancement of personal gain, be that gain wealth , fame or personal satisfaction , IMHO..
Here he acknowledges that sonnets are brief and difficult form to deliver messages in-but that challenge when met- tis a golden treasure to be cherished by those it may please, help and intellectually entertain.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

ALWAYS HAVE HOPE

(For my friend Aisling: da'iman 'amal)


In the night that runs on fear, smile at me.
When nightmares haunt, laugh at me.
When demons show their ugly masks, beam at me.
And always, ever have hope.

When your head is so full it cascades, stare at stars.
As thoughts spill ferociously, softly seek them.
Forget thousands of misplaced words, see glimmers
Of hope, always have hope.

Days where you can't hear your thoughts, listen to music.
Minutes failing to making sense, immerse in singing.
'Seconds' a word without meaning, tune in harmony.
Believe in hope, there always is hope.

When nothing rhymes, you almost lose it,
In darker days, you cannot meet it,
In doubt, despair, or anger, it will elope,
But it will return, not ever lose hope!

***

January 21, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Exceedingly beautiful and deep.
Hope has saved more people that medicine...
This poet always writes with such talent shown and felt when reading his poems.. -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

because of you

i used to be naive, i used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is the world at large, and then there's you

you are the one on whom i rest my soul
my naked thoughts reveal without control
you are the one to banish every doubt
to make me see what trust is all about

you are the one i tell each secret fear
the one whose fragrant promise lingers near.
You are the one who knows my hidden ways
who fills with love the moments and the days

you are my fortress sure, my anchored dream
i lie still in your arms in flowing stream
you are the one who loves without degree
the one whose smile erases history

you are the lover's hope given in pledge
a sure security when life's on edge
you are my truth, my strength, my everything
because of you, my heart and soul can sing

eileen manassian

copyright © eileen manassian | year posted 2017

this sweet lady, my friend- is a true poetess.
Such heart and soul she puts into every poem that she writes!! -tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Form: Quatrain

Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime
With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck,
Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now,
All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too.

Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans
Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born,
With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious,
Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure.

A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk,
Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers,
As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples,
An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two.

The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle
As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest;
Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness,
So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory.

We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance
Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise,
As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true,
We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017)
(Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid,
BOTH OF THESE TRUE AND GREAT POETS ARE GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE.-TYR

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Just Love

No flowers or candy can express
the feelings of love I did possess.
Your kind words and your gentle caress
would evoke the greatest happiness.

I could read emotions on your face,
the ones that led to passion’s embrace.
The strings to my heart you could unlace
and time will not these feelings erase.

For now I can only see you smile
when I stare at the clouds for a while.
The love I felt walking down the aisle
made all life’s challenges feel worthwhile.

I need no gifts from a love so true;
I adored you at first sight, first view.
A Valentine’s hug I send to you,
knowing I’ll join you when this life’s through.

January 30, 2017

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Beyond The Breakers

Beyond the breakers, dreamers hoist their sails
Lost in the clouds, on ships of make believe
A stowaway, escaping life's travails
Adventurer, Inventing hearts to thieve

Imagination wakes the inner child
A problem, is an island to explore
An argument, a king to be exiled
Where grown ups, for a moment are ignored

And yet we rarely ever take the time
To let the inner child come out to play
Or watch the clouds in silent pantomime
Act out our fantasies of childhood days

Beyond the breakers new horizons loom
Imagination is your child's playroom


Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

This poet, is truly wonderful.
Imagination, depth, flow , rhyme and message are all stellar..-Tyr