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    I Need a Change
    -- By Victor Buhagiar.

    I have so often tried to say goodbyes,
    I tried my best to forget the past, but
    Life is too cruel, my heart and mind sighs.
    Change seems impossible, I'm in a rut.

    Day after day, this soul breaking routine
    Gone are sweet days of happiness and joy
    Many events have happened in between
    Our love, I assure you, none can destroy.

    Yet, I know that something must now be done,
    I need to breathe again soft, dewy dawn,
    Not shut the door upon a setting sun,
    Praying this winter sadness will be gone.

    Leave this dark, empty sad-house and enjoy,
    Walk, dance, swim and behave like a young boy.

    NB I am not much good at writing sonnets, so I must thank Robert Lindley for his help in writing this sonnet.

    Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018
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    Two Hearts


    Your heart was in the lost and found,
    But I could not see why.
    I knew a heart like yours was sound
    And none should pass it by.

    I took it home and cared for it,
    With tenderness and love.
    Then pretty soon your heart was fit
    Enough to rise above -

    Above the slings and arrows felt
    From careless words and deeds.
    My own heart too began to melt,
    Discovering its needs.

    And now two hearts both beat as one,
    In synchronicity.
    The prize of love already won;
    Quite priceless - and for free!


    Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2018
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    Upon Writing This Sonnet

    To write this poem my head takes on a role
    Akin to those of an actor unfold,
    Whilst mind and hand in unison doth stroll
    Along stringent directions to uphold.
    My muse able to call on devotion
    A belief in the power of one’s heart,
    As the ink flows creates the emotion
    Within the labyrinth of this fine art.
    Where choice words of common sense I do weave
    To ring in one’s head the understanding,
    Yet to wear my child’s mind on this my sleeve
    There marks the chart of my safe landing.
    While some words are clothed in mighty glory
    Others in rags enhance the whole story.

    © Harry J Horsman 2017

    December 31 2017
    Entered into contest, your best sonnet
    Oct 1-Dec 31 2017
    Sponsor John Hamilton.
    A truly exceptional sonnet written by my friend. His fine poetry always passes the test.--Tyr
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    Cherished is the Night
    Poet's Notes


    "Look! You are beautiful, O girl companion of mine. Look! You are beautiful. Your eyes are those of doves." -Song of Solomon


    Cherished is the Night

    not Aphrodite's vernal ivory skin
    nor Cleopatra's jasmine scented lair
    could tempt this man to stray in lustful sin
    for next to you no beauty can compare

    like Tristan mesmerized by Isolde's spell
    or Romeo who died in sweet embrace
    I'd gladly sacrifice this earthly shell
    to see the smile return upon your face

    it breaks my heart to know you're in such pain
    you try so hard to wear a blithe facade
    my promise is to stay through sun and rain
    remembering the vows made under God

    let's celebrate our love 'til morning light
    and may we ne'er forget this cherished night

    Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018

    ************************************************** **********

    Truly great sonnet by my friend that has so very much poetic talent.....--Tyr
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    Pardon From The Storm
    by Charlie Smith.

    Take my heart and carry me
    to where all dreams are born.
    Into loves arms, oh such a place
    that's always safe and warm.
    Away from such deceitful lairs
    where blackened virtues swarm.
    into a light where peace must shine
    and grants us pardon from a storm.

    High above the mountain tops
    or low as low can be.
    Makes no difference where we are
    a wondrous lyric calls to me.
    Singing of your splendor
    like a miracle performed.
    I'll stay with you to find the port
    that grants us pardon from a storm.


    POTD 03/03/2018

    Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018


    This is is a gem written by VERY FINE AND TRUE POET!!!!!!
    One that is a friend I admire..... -Tyr
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    Passion in Black and White
    by Maria Williams

    Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
    and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
    Coffee has its own excitation
    The book has lost its charm
    The fault lies entirely with the tree outside this cafe
    To its majestic being she gazes yet again
    Intoxicating her mind with the magic it casts

    Its sacred shades of green offers sanctuary - cocoons her
    A light breeze rustles leaves that seem to whisper
    enticing words articulating something in an archaic tongue
    Escapism into her fantasy world comes effortlessly

    A disposition for being alone - solitude her sacred space
    Interrupted suddenly by a dog barking -
    The momentary moment of peace shattered
    snaps her back to reality
    Well at least the tree still offers her solace
    Till the comforting feeling dissipates as a strange awareness dawns
    She is being watched

    Smouldering eyes so black boring through her cuts her to the core
    A feeling of having experienced this de`ja` vu moment mystifies
    Most disconcerting is this almost pleasurable sensation
    Embarrassed and puzzled
    she pulls her wrap protectively around her
    Shielding her from eyes that linger

    To cover her shyness she stares down at her book
    Then to the TV on the wall

    Startled she observes it has morphed into an old movie screen
    Static flashes across an old Hollywood Classic rerun
    Most bewildering - she does a double take - Unbelievable
    The actors in black and white
    Are her… And … this stranger
    Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen she watches
    in utter fascination - this person who sits across the table from her
    Is the leading man in the movie

    He… She...They
    Incredulously are in the throes of a passionate love scene?
    She staring shamelessly into his eyes
    Welcoming his wandering hands?
    He thrusts his tongue into her mouth eliciting a drawn out sigh
    that intensifies into a sonorous moan arousing his demands
    What is happening here?

    Like a finely tuned instrument he plays her - her resonance - his pleasure
    His sole aim to pluck her strings evoking the sweetest sounds
    A musician exerting the right pressure to produce a high note
    of pure exhilaration must know how to use his fingers
    To locate the true locus of ardour

    Questing fingers slip under her short skirt
    A sharp intake of breath as they run the length of skin
    in search of excellence to acclaim his prized opus
    through the essence of his masterpiece and the high ecstatic notes
    Only he can achieve
    And Boy! - Does he know how!

    Raw intense undulating pleasure like waves over waves
    Wash over her - a nostalgic fragrance of bygone days linger
    But logic interrupts fantasy with a mentation
    They have already experienced this exhilaration
    From a past life?
    Lovers that have lived in each other?
    A rare phenomenal - no words needed
    As he saunters over to her table - she smiles…
    by Maria Williams

    Folks, this is not only a true poet but also one that is loaded with immense talent!--Tyr
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    The Perfect Embrace
    by Brenda Chiri

    Counted only on myself to be strong
    So it seems I have lived a life as much
    Yet if by chance it was I who was wrong
    Will I always regret my life as such?

    Now strong arms have grown so very weary
    From so many others that I have held
    Alas has made me feel sad and dreary
    These very thoughts which cannot be dispelled

    In searching a world that is vast and wide
    For an embrace that can hold me so tight
    Still felt the beauty whilst I gently cried
    When out of the darkness came true light

    Safe and sound in his arms I am secure
    Beckoning me with such a soft allure


    Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
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    This gleaming gem is from my very talented friend and collaborating partner Brenda Chiri.
    A truly talented poetess that shines regardless of which poetry form she writes in..-Tyr
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    These fine creations are from my very dear friend, Victor Buhagiar.... --Tyr



    Birds in Winter

    As golden, green and russet leaves must fall,
    And trees become skeletal wintry bare,
    I see so many birds, some large, some small,
    Hear them sing as they flutter unaware.

    Hush, listen to the thrush as it replies
    To the melodies of the sweet robin,
    Look, they would fly up in the open skies,
    Leaving me alone, my heart a throbbing.

    I will build a small wooden bird feeder
    Entice the birds that dwell in cold regions
    Find soft nuts and other food that's sweeter.
    May they gather round and round in legions

    Let them eat and stay as always secure,
    Let winter rage, birds will thrive and endure.

    Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2019

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    Shadows Dancing in a Moonless Night

    Is our love a dance macabre?
    A dilly dallying with death?
    Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
    Will it last? Will it end?
    So many questions left unanswered,
    So many uncertainties attested,
    All cumulative in a death wish
    As emotions run devilishly amok.

    My soul screams with this unpredictability,
    Its echoes rampage through my veins,
    As bubbling blood courses through
    Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
    Is it the folly of chained love?
    The unearthly silence of togetherness?

    My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
    I realize my questions will never be answered.
    Our togetherness is but a charade,
    Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
    Your allure is just too much to bear,
    I dare keep it no more
    So let our ways head into different tracks.
    Henceforth I'll dance alone.
    A dance macabre.

    Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2019
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    Spring and gallows
    Dedicated to artist N.


    It was the spring so frantic that
    even the ancient gallows at
    the city square spawned a green sprout.
    I read my poetry aloud
    to you, my first, my awkward and
    ecstatic poems that I penned
    last night to sing your abstract art,
    your cold and unresponsive heart,
    your gray-blue eyes and the prune sleet
    on my lone way home. Oh, how sweet
    you are, young rhymes! Years later I
    see that not fondness but those my
    first trials of pen resulted in
    my happiness, my gloom akin
    to deepest hell, my grace, my curse,
    my sleeplessness and this small verse.

    You married a long time ago,
    I sing of other beauties, though,
    in spring the memories about
    you still make ancient gallows sprout.

    Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019


    This is from my very good friend, Kurt Ravidas.....--Tyr
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    Gregory R Barden |
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    Answer In the Sand

    I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
    Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
    Tied to a strainer that she'd used to sift
    The sand for treasures left by tidal shed.

    The streamer I had given her that morn,
    Around a bunch of flowers and the ring
    Upon which all our promises were borne -
    Our romance and our future, taken wing.

    Her note had led me here so I could find
    Her single set of footprints on the shore,
    That to our special spot, did slowly wind,
    Then disappeared into ... the tidal bore.

    That answer, I can now ne'er understand ...
    The words 'I'm sorry' written in the sand.


    ~ 1st Place ~ in the "English Sonnets" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.

    ( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )

    Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2020
    This very finely crafted poetry, a wonderful sonnet is from the pen of my very good friend and fellow poet, Gregory R. Barden.
    I hope you may enjoy reading it as much As I have and still do. -Tyr
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    Yet another poetic gem from my very good friend Gregory R. Barden....-Tyr


    Sway of the Summer Moon


    The summer moon was swollen, blue
    A flaw that girl knew thru-and-thru
    And taking that light's charm in hand
    She made our bed the dunes of sand

    With but one gaze her sparkling eyes
    The loves I'd known met their demise
    My heart, her gold doubloon to toss
    Atoned on moonbeam's pearly cross

    Though drifting on that sea of dunes
    Our rafts tossed with romantic runes
    Fierce conflagration seared our cores
    One bonfire, crooned by ocean roars

    From first we touched in moonlit skin
    Our urges merged with summer's sin
    A carefree dance of limbs and laughs
    Without the shame for better halves

    "Oh, murder me" I sighed in passion
    "Destroy me sweet, in fleshly fashion"
    For all I'd valued, pride and purpose
    Lost then, as our sins usurped us

    The place that wickedness thus stirs
    My mouth and marrow met with hers
    The swirling seas of "us" grew wider
    Frayed, I strayed so deep inside her

    Warm and wild and wondrous, down
    To depths where lovers gladly drown
    Her sinews' flood was mine to taste
    That dermal landscape laid to waste

    Our battle waged with bloodless bliss
    A windswept war wrought from a kiss
    No quarter giv'n that moonlight's ire
    We vanquished each last drunk desire

    With senses spent and cravings calm
    We soothed in Neptune's briny balm
    The mad old moon a-dancing bright
    Our cool swim daubed in tender light

    Oh, such tender light ...

    It all seems now a sweetened dream
    Two lifes ago and years downstream
    Yet, what we found there on the sand
    Far more than dreams ... and thrice as grand.


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    Amberina Ballerina, Premiere Contest Winner


    A born lioness
    my untamed heart.. ha!
    wild this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
    at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
    thrown down on a dare to be won or lost
    till it became a paper tigress in tatters;
    regrets and rejections remorse and resentments
    flitted like fringe in the wind
    ..I played at life and life played me..
    good times and bad vibes as random as Russian roulette
    ..five chambers of folly.. but that sixth was a b*tch..

    bravado worn like a honeyed mane ruffled and bluffing
    rolling with -or- rolled by the wrecking ball of the spin
    to laugh and lose and tell - and live
    through duels between disasters and dreams.. alas,
    chivalry was lost in the gamble but not the likelihood of liability ~

    I rummage through my psyche’s ruined luggage
    soul-searching with mood’s sentimental searchlight
    for affection connection lost in dark depths -
    I am but a ghost ship stranded on the beigy side of brawling breakers
    sails of self-pity hailed by greedy gusts with a sorrow’s lust -
    I pine for a pipe-dream dance
    in rapt thoughtful thirst for a cocktail blend of
    bay-breezy optimism swirled with vibrations of om
    and garnished with a slice of the moon

    a pester of wagering pessimistic clouds
    lay odds upon the outcome of a trove discovered in a wistful cove -
    this wastrel's newfound fortune of amberina;
    satiny shades of Autumn’s bittersweet
    born of breakage and abrasion -
    frictional forces of joy and sadness dress the drift glass
    hoarded in the sea’s rabid bites of the shore then
    abandoned by the absent-minded backwash -
    ..forgotten like vague fractions of a song too long-ago to remember..

    what passional tales these frosted bits of daystar could tell;
    a not-so-charmed journey from
    virginal vessels of translucent wonder
    to shattered shards of a doomed sunset
    their fragility favoring the risks of vulnerability --
    bygone blushing damsels damned by double-dealing
    recounting deceptions like a martyr or a saint
    ..or, perhaps.. that’s just me..
    lost to decades of accidental metamorphosis
    if only to reach another shore to touch another soul
    ..maybe.., to touch my own..

    O, harmonious forces of fate
    how do you orchestrate such feral instruments
    like time and place and distance
    to unite in tune with symphonized chords
    re-creating an irresistible lullaby worth remembering..?

    nostalgia rouses a stagnant ballerina to twirl on Swan Lake swells
    as faint echoes of quaint chimes reminisce with imagination;
    in an old-fashioned parlour with white lace doilies charmed
    by heady plum plumes atop silvery-green stems spooning
    contentedly in a tan wicker flower basket -
    a child sits on grand-mère’s old-world lap comforted in her lavender arms
    ..before her perfume and my mind
    were blown away by winter’s mistral winds..
    enraptured as I was with an ornate trinket box with a musical belle
    surrounded by dainty forms of hand-blown amber-rose objets d’art
    before there were cracks in the glass

    ..could I ever be so enchanted again..?

    for the washed-up gypsy gems stripped of shine
    are worn and warm and wise and oh so familiar
    shaking my awakening with their loss of newness -
    roughed-up radiance tinkers with my sense of awe
    rescuing my mood
    like heroic swords of sunrays slaying the night
    bloodletting the black out of the incubus of dreams
    soothing heavy-metal thoughts
    as comrades-in-commiseration croon
    storm-surge blues with weathered heartstrings’ in hard-earned hues -
    ..sympathetically
    with the empathy
    of a survivor..
    and like me... are a creation of tumbling forces of man and nature

    in a mind battered by diatribe tides
    over tossing dice through turbulent times -
    I behold an opaque odyssey in a handful of mermaids’ tears;
    broken and buffeted their buffed beauty defied destruction
    burnt orange and devil red pearls
    time capsules quiet with a vintage fire’s glow
    illuminating the amber marrow where a tigress soul was caged
    behind the mirror of a little girl’s music-box-memories
    ..before the dancer’s spin into darkness..

    pulp of my grief plashes upon relics of pain and love
    gentle splashes baptize despair and shame as
    contemplation undresses the looking-glass of inward reflection -
    recollections like sky lanterns lift from starless depths
    light-bearers intercede with murky horizons as flames are lit from
    ruby tips of sunrise surf ready to parlay shipwrecks and spindrift into gold -
    stray feelings of triumph and pride squint in the sun of self-compassion
    like skittish felines -shy yet hungry- they warily lap at cream of self-worth
    finally able to find redemption from reckless wreckage
    while finding peace in the eye of the hurricane
    ..frictional forces of sadness and beauty dress the drift glass -- and now -
    dress this drifter in a lioness share of indigo epiphany..

    and... I realize that my coming-to-light
    was a fait accompli


    Susan Ashley
    October 30, 2020


    ~ First Place ~
    Premiere Contest: Inward Reflections
    Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke


    *wastrel: a wasteful or good-for-nothing person*

    *fait accompli: a thing that has already happened or been decided before those affected hear and/or learn about it, leaving them with no option but to accept it*

    *amberina: a late 19th century American clear glassware of a graduated color that shades from ruby to amber*

    Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2020
    From the magnificent poetic pen of my very dear friend Susan Ashley!--Tyr
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    ~ for Sami ~


    oh ...
    a pity, that …
    such sweet sadness, yours
    my lovely lass, lost ...
    do not let your lip tremble so ...
    it was not made for such iniquity
    it was not shaped to
    sublime bow-like grace to
    be such a dark
    dynamism of emotion
    or to be the quivering spout of
    some slavering
    goddess ...
    oh, it can push a word or
    phrase to hypnotize
    it can bring a breathy seduction to
    any sonorous expression -
    turn my very name
    into molten madness
    or salacious sigh ...
    but even that fails witness to
    the verity of its
    purpose ...
    (a primal and poisonous perpetude)
    for it is The Keep -
    the bane of my constitution
    the very fate of every
    such fool whose meat is but
    manna for his passions ...
    pray, do not bring such sad motion to
    that which gilds the gods and
    whittles hearts to
    compliance -
    least, that which thrums, hot,
    this very chest -
    my capture and my undoing
    Avalon and Abaddon
    my life, my death
    my salvation and doom
    my food and my starvation
    the ripe, dewy plum that
    dangles a-branch
    waiting to be
    savored ...
    perfection's bloom
    and the divine portal of sin ...
    a most tender press
    velvety ... warm
    your angelic wings
    your throne of judgement
    your vessel
    your venom ...
    your kiss.

    Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2021
    Another truly great offering from the pen of my dear friend and brother poet, Gregory Barden....--Tyr
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    What I Feel No Words Could Bear


    What would be of me
    if you could be with me

    How would be my present days
    if ever you were spared other few days

    I open wide my heart so as you I can see
    and stand in awe of the woman I would see!

    I will not weep or tend to lament
    just swallow every moan and each lament

    I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands
    for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands

    I prayed for a time to once again see you
    graced with your presence and a kiss from you

    The woman I see as I close my eyes
    that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes

    I do remember now my promise and vow
    in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow

    Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride
    a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride

    Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart
    as your passionate Love would immune my heart

    Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum
    what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum..

    Besma

    Written on March 3rd, 2021
    Edited on May 29th, 2021
    Mother’s Day on May 30th, 2021 (In Tunisia, celebrated on the last Sunday of May)

    Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing mums in the whole world!


    Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2021

    From the very talented pen of my friend, Besma Riabi Dziri -----Tyr
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-01-2021 at 06:24 AM.
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    My Muse Of Poetry


    -- BY Besma Riabi Dziri

    Not all the worlds belong to me
    Not all the words set me free
    What the heart loves
    is of will
    I just free some words
    to confine its spill.

    ****

    A time, my words
    on my papers sashaying
    the shape to me alluring
    the tone of their steps
    I hear
    as they are dancing
    the music they are following
    the soul, in a trance, just listens
    without interfering.

    ****

    A time, along with my Muse
    we keep to each other
    our hearts baring
    secrets sharing
    silently, knowingly connecting..
    When it comes to share
    our worlds in words
    that’s the difficulty!
    “That’s to be spelled”
    “No! It can’t be!”
    “That belongs to my world of poetry!”
    “No! that’s a huge part of me!
    no words allowed to touch
    its beauty!”

    ****

    How dare you invoke me
    then deny my poetry!?
    How dare you be wedded to me
    and deprive your soul
    of my verse and divinity!?

    ****

    In my womb
    you shape a life.. a reality
    a present.. a past memory..
    and what is to be..
    And you still think
    you spill your words out of will!

    ****

    I inspire..
    I own the fire..
    I pave paths, not all
    able to bear the burn
    But those blessed
    with divine grace
    the power to mystery embrace
    The ones who, a feeble voice
    render a sublime poetry!

    ****

    “All my words can set you free
    just follow me!”
    I have my say
    With my best wishes
    Your Muse of poetry..


    Silent One contest

    October 5th, 2020



    Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2020
    My very good friend, that writes so very wonderfully well.-- Tyr
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 01-05-2022 at 12:07 AM.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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