Thread for Sassy's poems

[SassyLady]

Tyr - Inspired by you

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Brilliant power; lightning

Booming thunder rumbling

Electrical raindrops anticipating

Barefoot puddle jumping

[SassyLady]

Trusting eyes opaque

Endless unconditional love

Aging confusion heartbreak

Eternal best friend

[SassyLady]

Storm clouds

Distant horizons

Sunshine breaking

Double rainbows

Pots of gold

[SassyLady]

Bounty of cacti around

Snakes in grass no sound

Birds on wall confound

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

My friend each one shows a deep understanding of connections. I liked 'em all!
Your understanding is quite profound as its very hard to write short poems(hard for me)

This one is my fav...

"Trusting eyes opaque

Endless unconditional love

Aging confusion heartbreak

Eternal best friend"
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As in****this dedication inspired by your short poem.

Eyes That Inspire

Her trusting opaque eyes danced, told me all
a doorway into endless unconditional love
No longer lost in aging confusion, heartbreak
Blessedly found was my eternal best friend!

A lighthouse shining amidst a stormy sea
saving power glowing, sent from far above
Her heart a rainbow filled with deepest love,
a miracle that had come to save only me!

How could I know, this goddess , my friend
such beauty that awed me into silence
A sweet kiss upon my long lost cheek
Love's salvation found so near the end!

Dedicated and co-written by Robert L.
and Sassy....

[SassyLady]

I've discovered that I should give my poems a title.

Meditations in the Meadow

Red rock mesas,
Majestic jagged crowns,
Crystal ice castles --
Absence of sound.

Bracing breezes, crimson cheeks,
Silver teardrops, frosty breath,
Crackling fires, warm gloves --
Guardian angels abound.

Intriguing fragrances swirl,
Mesmerizing puppy’s essence,
Gleaming noses sniff --
The sacred ground

Iridescent fairy whispers,
Quixotic elven promises,
Soft butterfly kisses;
Spinning me around.

Departure imminent,
Memories essential,
Connections eternal;
Discernment is found.

Sassy
08/14/15

[SassyLady]

Words of wisdom from newbie to Arizona. I think this has the potential to go on forever. Feel free to copy and add our own words of wisdom - 2 words only.

Life in Arizona – the Never Ending Story

Packrat Hell
Life choices
What to do?
Shoot ‘em

Desert Heat
Life choices
What to do?
Install A/C

Monsoon Storms
Life choices
What to do?
Dance naked

Rattlesnake Skins
Life choices
What to do?
Load gun

Roadrunners Knocking
Life choices
What to do?
Say hi

Lightning Strikes
Life choices
What to do?
Stay inside

Flooded Washes
Life choices
What to do?
Get boat

Cactus Fight
Life choices
What to do?
Call 911

Booming Thunder
Life choices
What to do?
Duck - laugh

Summer Tans
Life choices
What to do?
Cover privates

Poolside Refresher
Life choices
What to do?
Drink Micheladas

[SassyLady]

Wow, this creative writing is fun!!! Not getting anything done, but hey, I'm retired.

Part of this one is true and part of it is fantasy. Used an alias of course. :laugh:



Miss Fay’s Day

Set the alarm today
Went out to play

ADT called 911 without delay
Sheriff came to take me away

But I live here I say
Well, prove it Miss Fay!

With a wink and a sway
I said come this way!

And to my dismay,
He decided to stay!

Sassy
08/14/15

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wow, this creative writing is fun!!! Not getting anything done, but hey, I'm retired.

Part of this one is true and part of it is fantasy. Used an alias of course. :laugh:



Miss Fay’s Day

Set the alarm today
Went out to play

ADT called 911 without delay
Sheriff came to take me away

But I live here I say
Well, prove it Miss Fay!

With a wink and a sway
I said come this way!

And to my dismay,
He decided to stay!

Sassy
08/14/15

Sassy, thats very good poetry, surely you have written verse before!
Here is a hint , write that which you enjoy, if later wanting to get deeper into poetry start writing poems on subjects that make you cry, make you hurt and/or make you mad.
I suspect you are as I was a -a natural born poet.
And thats not vanity speaking my friend.
Some things people are just naturally good at,.
music, singing, poetry , sculpting, writing , etc. even shooting guns and bows.
Strike the first two on me- I am lousy at singing and play only a jukebox well. :laugh:-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Words of wisdom from newbie to Arizona. I think this has the potential to go on forever. Feel free to copy and add our own words of wisdom - 2 words only.

Life in Arizona – the Never Ending Story

Packrat Hell
Life choices
What to do?
Shoot ‘em

Desert Heat
Life choices
What to do?
Install A/C

Monsoon Storms
Life choices
What to do?
Dance naked

Rattlesnake Skins
Life choices
What to do?
Load gun

Roadrunners Knocking
Life choices
What to do?
Say hi

Lightning Strikes
Life choices
What to do?
Stay inside

Flooded Washes
Life choices
What to do?
Get boat

Cactus Fight
Life choices
What to do?
Call 911

Booming Thunder
Life choices
What to do?
Duck - laugh

Summer Tans
Life choices
What to do?
Cover privates

Poolside Refresher
Life choices
What to do?
Drink Micheladas
This is very creative, very clever and shows a fine poetic depth my friend.
I am now sure you have great natural talent in poetry!
A blessing indeed!! -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I've discovered that I should give my poems a title.

Meditations in the Meadow

Red rock mesas,
Majestic jagged crowns,
Crystal ice castles --
Absence of sound.

Bracing breezes, crimson cheeks,
Silver teardrops, frosty breath,
Crackling fires, warm gloves --
Guardian angels abound.

Intriguing fragrances swirl,
Mesmerizing puppy’s essence,
Gleaming noses sniff --
The sacred ground

Iridescent fairy whispers,
Quixotic elven promises,
Soft butterfly kisses;
Spinning me around.

Departure imminent,
Memories essential,
Connections eternal;
Discernment is found.

Sassy
08/14/15

This is a first rate poem my friend.
pm on the way about this poem!!!!!--Tyr

[SassyLady]

Nope, only what was required to pass English in school.

I always thought they had to follow certain rules but after reading a lot of what you've posted I realize that it's the message not the rules.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nope, only what was required to pass English in school.

I always thought they had to follow certain rules but after reading a lot of what you've posted I realize that it's the message not the rules.
Emerson taught message over manner! Now poetry snobs swear to the manner ideology. I go with Emerson-poetic message trumps all other considerations.
Poetry is about the poem not the elitist concept of rigidly holding to certain forms and manner of systematic writing.
Trust me rigid form snobs are arrogant assholes - yes even the ones that are great(famous) poets!
I sent you a pm--that link site has everything you would want to know about poetry. its a massive information packed forum, with everyday unpublished poets, presenting hundreds and hundreds of poems daily..
Greatest poets always broke form. Or even set new forms themselves.
I honor a great poet that wrote in a deliberate simpler form to give poetry to the masses. World Famous Frank Libby Stanton. Goggle him to read his poems-- a minor poet that rivals the greatest and most famous.-Tyr

[red state]

Sassy, thats very good poetry, surely you have written verse before!
Here is a hint , write that which you enjoy, if later wanting to get deeper into poetry start writing poems on subjects that make you cry, make you hurt and/or make you mad.
I suspect you are as I was a -a natural born poet.
And thats not vanity speaking my friend.
Some things people are just naturally good at,.
music, singing, poetry , sculpting, writing , etc. even shooting guns and bows.
Strike the first two on me- I am lousy at singing and play only a jukebox well. :laugh:-Tyr


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GREAT POEM SASSY!!!......the imagination does wonders the way you left it. HA!!!


Tyr, you are SPOT on about moods in poetry or music (say the Blues) but I've found that a GOOD mood is needed for illustrating or sculpting.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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GREAT POEM SASSY!!!......the imagination does wonders the way you left it. HA!!!


Tyr, you are SPOT on about moods in poetry or music (say the Blues) but I've found that a GOOD mood is needed for illustrating or sculpting.


Great artistry you presented there my friend --you or your son???
Two of my brothers great sculptors and artists. Neither one can write poetry--they marvel at my gift while I marvel far more at theirs!!!!

[SassyLady]

So much talented people on this board!!

Love the cougar!!! :coffee:

[Abbey Marie]

Wow, this creative writing is fun!!! Not getting anything done, but hey, I'm retired.

Part of this one is true and part of it is fantasy. Used an alias of course. :laugh:



Miss Fay’s Day

Set the alarm today
Went out to play

ADT called 911 without delay
Sheriff came to take me away

But I live here I say
Well, prove it Miss Fay!

With a wink and a sway
I said come this way!

And to my dismay,
He decided to stay!

Sassy
08/14/15


How evocative! Do we get to hear what happened after he "stayed"? ;)

[SassyLady]

How evocative! Do we get to hear what happened after he "stayed"? ;)



He said to Miss Fay,
It's been a long day,
And I'd love to stay,
But the wife's on her way!

The last thing Miss Fay heard,
Was his tires hitting the curb,
Don't let this story disturb,
It's just a little fantasy blurb.


You can interpret "long day" any way you want. LOL!!!

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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You can interpret "long day" any way you want. LOL!!!

Was long the operative word in that coded message? :laugh:

Methinks you women can easily give me a run for my money on the coded writing stuff. :laugh:
And perhaps even poetry too!
Sassy, sure hope you can post those poems that your daughter writes. -Tyr

[SassyLady]

Was long the operative word in that coded message? :laugh:

I'm not telling!!


Methinks you women can easily give me a run for my money on the coded writing stuff. :laugh: Was there ever a doubt?


And perhaps even poetry too!
Sassy, sure hope you can post those poems that your daughter writes. -Tyr

I'll ask tonight at dinner.

[SassyLady]

Sitting here looking out my back door at the desert and was inspired to write this.

Always, Always

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

[SassyLady]

Tyr ... what is the name of this style. I thought it would be fun to use 1 word first line, 2 words second line up to 8 per line and then start backing down. Very interesting.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sitting here looking out my back door at the desert and was inspired to write this.

Always, Always

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

Great poem, that form I am not familiar with myself. Poetry has had a few hundred new forms created in the last 2 decades.
Ive even created a new form about two years ago myself...
I am more interested in the poem since it has great depth, flow and message driven connectivity with Nature.
This is indeed a top level poem.
There is no disruption in the connections.
Thats great talent when writing this deep and in such a smooth flow...
However, many would not see all of that-perhaps only another poet would.
Since its deep with every effort put into the message(poem) and very little in simplifying the write to appeal to a broader and lesser informed base!
Its a poem written for interpretation at a higher level, as in a maturity of writing that says this is it, decipher if you can see its greatness.
So like a poet writing directly to another poet.
Which shows a deeper understanding than one would expect to see in a novice poet.

The form interests me, may give it a try later tonight. --Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

Maybe it's the Merlot talking, but Mr. Saguaro seems kinda phallic to me. ;)

Very nice, Sassy :)

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Ok, my friend as promised... I gave it a shot... and dedicate this poem to you.. -Tyr



Withhold and Release


Withhold
Resplendent vigor,

Dancing upon rainbows
Drinking sweet red wine

Hold her in sweet embrace,
whisper, darling you look so fine

Await that moment you know will come
That softest kiss, sent to find just you

A memory gifted as a very great treasure
Painting etched into the mind's eagle eye

Remind yourself she is a gift
Promise never to say goodbye

Hold that blessed moment
Snapshot in time

Resplendent vigor,
Released

Robert J. Lindley, 08-14 -2015

Dedicated to Sassy's new poetry form.-Tyr

[red state]

Great artistry you presented there my friend --you or your son???
Two of my brothers great sculptors and artists. Neither one can write poetry--they marvel at my gift while I marvel far more at theirs!!!!

Me....although my son is a heck of a better shot than I (now that I'm practically going blind) he is not the most artistic of sorts. My Meg, however is. She is the one that got the full scholarship but also placed well in art.

Again...THANKS!

[SassyLady]

Maybe it's the Merlot talking, but Mr. Saguaro seems kinda phallic to me. ;)

Very nice, Sassy :)

Ouch, ouch, ouch. Guess once you have seen them up close and personal that's the last thing you'll think they look like.


And I'm surrounded by thousands of them. I live on the edge of the Saguaro National Park. Some of them have so many branches they look like trees.

They are protected. We have some that are over 200 years old. You can't cut them down. You need to hire a professional to come out and dig them up for transplanting. And, they weigh tons.

The spines from the dead ones are like wood.

This saguaro form is not as common and rare.

http://www.debatepolicy.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=7572&stc=1

The one below is at the entrance to our driveway

http://www.debatepolicy.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=7573&stc=1

[SassyLady]

Ok, my friend as promised... I gave it a shot... and dedicate this poem to you.. -Tyr



Withhold and Release


Withhold
Resplendent vigor,

Dancing upon rainbows
Drinking sweet red wine

Hold her in sweet embrace,
whisper, darling you look so fine

Await that moment you know will come
That softest kiss, sent to find just you

A memory gifted as a very great treasure
Painting etched into the mind's eagle eye

Remind yourself she is a gift
Promise never to say goodbye

Hold that blessed moment
Snapshot in time

Resplendent vigor,
Released

Robert J. Lindley, 08-14 -2015

Dedicated to Sassy's new poetry form.-Tyr

Talk about coded words!!

Gave me chills Tyr. How do you like the format? Was it a challenge? Did it make you think differently about where to place each word?

[SassyLady]

Friday Nights

Waiting in line
Table for five
Peanuts on floor
Country songs blaring
Crazy loud voices
Time to dine
Bottle of beer
Bread and butter
Petite filet rare
Loaded baked potato
Extra sour cream
Crisp Cesar salad
Ice cream sundae
Time to go
Kisses and hugs………
Life is good

[Kathianne]

Maybe it's the Merlot talking, but Mr. Saguaro seems kinda phallic to me. ;)

Very nice, Sassy :)
Very phallic, Abbey. Very nice poem, Sassy!

[NightTrain]

The one below is at the entrance to our driveway

http://www.debatepolicy.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=7573&stc=1


Holy crap, that's huge! I didn't know they got that big.

The only cactus I ever really saw was in El Paso as a 6 year old and the small ones in Colorado... they didn't get anywhere near that size.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Talk about coded words!!

Gave me chills Tyr. How do you like the format? Was it a challenge? Did it make you think differently about where to place each word?

Yes was a great challenge , it made me think much harder because the word limits were smaller.
Amazing that you picked 8 in your form as my form used a 7,7,8,7 syllable count per per four verse(quatrain) rhyming stanza(a,b,a,b) based upon the sonnet 14 verses total.
I have a poem posted here somewhere using that new form I created.-Tyr

[Kathianne]

Holy crap, that's huge! I didn't know they got that big.

The only cactus I ever really saw was in El Paso as a 6 year old and the small ones in Colorado... they didn't get anywhere near that size.

The only cacti I've seen that big are on the road towards Phoenix, then Tucson. There are some huge ones, though different species I'm pretty certain, on the way to Grand Canyon, North Rim.

The ones around here are pretty small and grow in clusters. I'd think it was the elevation, but the ones on the way to Canyon deny that reasoning.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Friday Nights

Waiting in line
Table for five
Peanuts on floor
Country songs blaring
Crazy loud voices
Time to dine
Bottle of beer
Bread and butter
Petite filet rare
Loaded baked potato
Extra sour cream
Crisp Cesar salad
Ice cream sundae
Time to go
Kisses and hugs………
Life is good



Yes, life is good and so was such a meal. Made me hungry and reminded me of the time I met my-long time not seen- buddy and his family decades ago. I remember how he ordered his steak rare, so rare he wants to hear it moo' , :laugh:
Which turns my stomach as I go the other extreme myself. And I always told him, "buddy God gave man fire so savages wouldnt have to eat raw meat!"
He would always reply, "No, he gave fire so a "candyass" like you wouldn't have to upchuck when eating like a man!"
That right I ask ? "OK, NEXT TIME ORDER YOUR CATFISH THAT WAY AND EAT IT."
That line always shut him up.. --:laugh:
Reminds me, has now been over two years since we talked by phone.
His wife is one stuck up, arrogant witch( too much wealth) so I broke away from dealings with them very often...--Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The only cacti I've seen that big are on the road towards Phoenix, then Tucson. There are some huge ones, though different species I'm pretty certain, on the way to Grand Canyon, North Rim.

The ones around here are pretty small and grow in clusters. I'd think it was the elevation, but the ones on the way to Canyon deny that reasoning.
Wiki-
The saguaro (/səˈwɑroʊ/) (Carnegiea gigantea) is an
arborescent (tree-like) cactus species in the
monotypic genus Carnegiea, which can grow to be over
20 m (70 ft) tall. It is native to the Sonoran Desert
in Arizona, the Mexican State of Sonora, and the Whipple
Mountains and Imperial County areas of California.
The saguaro blossom is the state wildflower of Arizona.
Its scientific name is given in honor of Andrew
Carnegie.
The common name saguaro came into the English language
through the Spanish language, originating
in the Mayo language.

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70 feet tall! Man thats a giant with spines and stingers.
Amazing how pretty they are with those barbs sticking out just looking for blood. -Tyr

[SassyLady]

Yes was a great challenge , it made me think much harder because the word limits were smaller.
Amazing that you picked 8 in your form as my form used a 7,7,8,7 syllable count per per four verse(quatrain) rhyming stanza(a,b,a,b) based upon the sonnet 14 verses total.
I have a poem posted here somewhere using that new form I created.-Tyr

Well, all of that went right over my head. Felt like I was talking to a rocket scientist ... that's how much sense it made to me. I'll research later.

I just thought the spacing looked cool so went with it.

[SassyLady]

Wiki-
The saguaro (/səˈwɑroʊ/) (Carnegiea gigantea) is an
arborescent (tree-like) cactus species in the
monotypic genus Carnegiea, which can grow to be over
20 m (70 ft) tall. It is native to the Sonoran Desert
in Arizona, the Mexican State of Sonora, and the Whipple
Mountains and Imperial County areas of California.
The saguaro blossom is the state wildflower of Arizona.
Its scientific name is given in honor of Andrew
Carnegie.
The common name saguaro came into the English language
through the Spanish language, originating
in the Mayo language.

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70 feet tall! Man thats a giant with spines and stingers.
Amazing how pretty they are with those barbs sticking out just looking for blood. -Tyr

We have taller ones. That was the only one with a human next to it to reflect the dimensions. Not only do we have 4 acres of the giants, we live right next to the Saguaro National Park. Our property butts right up to one of the boundaries. They are hundreds of years old and it's sad when one gets hit by lightning.

Believe it not when I wrote the poem I did not relate to phallic images. To me they are like trees ... awesome creations and they've been here longer than most humans around here. They are also like hotels to the birds. Some will make a nest inside.

Anyway, they are fascinating. I think I mentioned that they are protected and you can't just cut them down. If you want them off your property you have to hire contractor to come out and move them. Some people sell them to nurseries and landscapers and they turn around and put them in yards in town where they were decimated prior to being put on protective list.

[Abbey Marie]

So, the "g" in Saguaro sounds looks a w?

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Well, all of that went right over my head. Felt like I was talking to a rocket scientist ... that's how much sense it made to me. I'll research later.

I just thought the spacing looked cool so went with it.

True it does look cool and the creativity struck me right away..

Even better, your sense of spatial imagery is also poetic in Nature as poets are now starting to use both pictures/paintings and spatial concepts more and more when presenting their poetry.
I being old school, do not use any as a norm because I do not ever attempt to enhance the words by outside forms ,physically viewed images, etc..
A purist in message I be and will remain but have no problem with those that use such.
Many on my poetry site use such means and I find it enjoyable when I read their poems but refuse to
ever do so myself.
Did I ever mention how I am as stubborn as a damn Missouri mule? :laugh:-Tyr

[SassyLady]

Tyr ... this one was harder. feels more like a story than a poem

Siren Song of Slumber

The night is quiet and still, the stars play hide and seek.
Clouds float across the sky, dawn is almost here.
I sit here and ask the universe why? Why, I cry?
Why do I resist the siren song of slumber?

Chaotic thoughts swirl, answers coming fast
Arrows of light piercing the dark corridors of the past
Rusted locks resisting the inevitable, doors open to reveal
Honest reflections of the path we chose.

Breathing deep with eyes closed,
I begin to dance through memories,
Seeing so clearly now, our intertwined souls
Creating precious jewels of happiness

Jewels of warm kisses, backrubs and holding hands.
Warming cold feet, silly jokes and standing in the rain.
Beautiful flowers, heartfelt hugs and sincere promises
Truth, honesty and whispers of “I love you” abound.

Suddenly strangers, disoriented and confused
Responsibilities, commitments … insistent distractions
No time or energy to honor, nurture and protect
We open the treasure chest to revealing our jewels,
Slowing eroding, disintegrating and forever lost.

Sitting here now, watching dawn make its presence known
Realization arrives and my resistance is explained.
Happiness was shattered in the early morning dawn,
On that long ago day of betrayal and pain.

Memory dance is finished, heartbeat strong and steady
Message received, confirmation of what I know to be true.
This siren song of slumber says "rejuvenate now",
"Release and sleep, your loneliness will soon be over;"
"A new treasure chest is almost here."

[SassyLady]

Yes, life is good and so was such a meal. Made me hungry and reminded me of the time I met my-long time not seen- buddy and his family decades ago. I remember how he ordered his steak rare, so rare he wants to hear it moo' , :laugh:
Which turns my stomach as I go the other extreme myself. And I always told him, "buddy God gave man fire so savages wouldnt have to eat raw meat!"
He would always reply, "No, he gave fire so a "candyass" like you wouldn't have to upchuck when eating like a man!"
That right I ask ? "OK, NEXT TIME ORDER YOUR CATFISH THAT WAY AND EAT IT."
That line always shut him up.. --:laugh:
Reminds me, has now been over two years since we talked by phone.
His wife is one stuck up, arrogant witch( too much wealth) so I broke away from dealings with them very often...--Tyr

What Tyr ... you're not a shushi lover? I would probably survive better than either of you. I can eat meat rare or well done, and eat raw fish. So, meh, fire or no fire ... I'm covered.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What Tyr ... you're not a shushi lover? I would probably survive better than either of you. I can eat meat rare or well done, and eat raw fish. So, meh, fire or no fire ... I'm covered.
I bet in many ways you are tougher than me too. Seems to me tat I read somewhere that woman have a much higher pain tolerance than men do! OUCH! That was a bit of a pride crusher.
My personal bit face saving grace on that is however, my ancestors-American Indian warriors- were known for extremely high level of pain tolerance.
Verified instances of captured warriors emitting zero signs of pain(not even a wincing) when being cut on and watching their flesh quick fried and ate by the females of the tribe that captured them.
Instead they just sang their "death song".
Do you also have Indian blood in your veins?-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Tyr ... this one was harder. feels more like a story than a poem

Siren Song of Slumber

The night is quiet and still, the stars play hide and seek.
Clouds float across the sky, dawn is almost here.
I sit here and ask the universe why? Why, I cry?
Why do I resist the siren song of slumber?

Chaotic thoughts swirl, answers coming fast
Arrows of light piercing the dark corridors of the past
Rusted locks resisting the inevitable, doors open to reveal
Honest reflections of the path we chose.

Breathing deep with eyes closed,
I begin to dance through memories,
Seeing so clearly now, our intertwined souls
Creating precious jewels of happiness

Jewels of warm kisses, backrubs and holding hands.
Warming cold feet, silly jokes and standing in the rain.
Beautiful flowers, heartfelt hugs and sincere promises
Truth, honesty and whispers of “I love you” abound.

Suddenly strangers, disoriented and confused
Responsibilities, commitments … insistent distractions
No time or energy to honor, nurture and protect
We open the treasure chest to revealing our jewels,
Slowing eroding, disintegrating and forever lost.

Sitting here now, watching dawn make its presence known
Realization arrives and my resistance is explained.
Happiness was shattered in the early morning dawn,
On that long ago day of betrayal and pain.

Memory dance is finished, heartbeat strong and steady
Message received, confirmation of what I know to be true.
This siren song of slumber says "rejuvenate now",
"Release and sleep, your loneliness will soon be over;"
"A new treasure chest is almost here."


Truly top flight poetry. Could be classed as "free verse"....
Exceptional free verse at that!
That is publishing quality poetry my friend.
I simply have to give a huge bravo and a top ten rating to that poem!--:beer:
I specialize in rhyming poetry, however, I do quite well in free verse too and that easily beats many of my own free verse efforts!
You really should submit that poem at my poetry site!!! -Tyr

[SassyLady]

I bet in many ways you are tougher than me too. Seems to me tat I read somewhere that woman have a much higher pain tolerance than men do! OUCH! That was a bit of a pride crusher.
My personal bit face saving grace on that is however, my ancestors-American Indian warriors- were known for extremely high level of pain tolerance.
Verified instances of captured warriors emitting zero signs of pain(not even a wincing) when being cut on and watching their flesh quick fried and ate by the females of the tribe that captured them.
Instead they just sang their "death song".
Do you also have Indian blood in your veins?-Tyr

Yes. And outlaw blood (Dalton Gang). And from good peasant stock. Farmers, migrant workers. No wussies in my bloodline. I'm probably the most laid bac of anyone in my family. Or I just haven't got caught. Only one without a rap sheet so far ... knock on wood! And, I've put both ex-husband's ex-wives in emergency room. They instigated it, I finished it (well, my Queensland Heeler helped with the first ex-wife by ripping her leg open when she pulled my hair).

I only 5'2" and they both were over 5'7" and had 50+ pounds on me. Daddy taught us to fight every fight as if they're trying to kill you. Give no quarter, fight to survive not just to win. And, if you lose don't bother coming home.

All my friends and family learned real fast to never sneak up on me and say "boo". Survival reflex gets a lot of people hurt.

Most of the time I can avoid confrontation by just giving the "stink eye".

I really, really need to get off here now. Sharing way too much ... everyone used to think I was this nice, little old lady that chased younger men. Well, all of that's true as well.

Bye!

[SassyLady]

I think I might mosey over there tomorrow. I need to fine tune this one. I truly do stay up all night frequently and last night was one of them. I need to go take nap now ... playing Rummikub tonight with neighbor's. It'll be good to get away from words and focus on numbers ... not as brain bending.

Tyr, thank you again for encouraging me to take a stab at this. It's been fun and my granddaughter is quite taken with the idea that her Grammy has a new hobby. Said it's about time I put all those years of reading to good use.

I forgot to ask about her poems ... we were comparing sources of inspiration and I totally spaced.

Thanks for the feedback, encouragement and steps to move forward.

I'll check in with you late tonight or sometime tomorrow.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I think I might mosey over there tomorrow. I need to fine tune this one. I truly do stay up all night frequently and last night was one of them. I need to go take nap now ... playing Rummikub tonight with neighbor's. It'll be good to get away from words and focus on numbers ... not as brain bending.

Tyr, thank you again for encouraging me to take a stab at this. It's been fun and my granddaughter is quite taken with the idea that her Grammy has a new hobby. Said it's about time I put all those years of reading to good use.

I forgot to ask about her poems ... we were comparing sources of inspiration and I totally spaced.

Thanks for the feedback, encouragement and steps to move forward.

I'll check in with you late tonight or sometime tomorrow.

Sounds like a good plan. Check that poetry site out, if you join to post that poem-let me know what name you use there so I can find the poem to comment on it there. Many there use nick names and not their real names. I use my real name there myself.
Yes, do post your granddaughters poems here when she gives her permission my friend.
You definitely have great natural poetic talent. And thats a superb gift to have.
One simply must share it...--Tyr

[Balu]

My Dear SassyLady and Robert,
I am so much glad that a poetry thread starts enlarging.
I enjoy a Real Pleasure reading your poems and compositions.
Thank you both. :clap:

[SassyLady]

Did I ever mention how I am as stubborn as a damn Missouri mule? :laugh:-Tyr

You? Stubborn? Why would anyone think that?

:teasing:

[SassyLady]

So, Tyr, went to the poetry site. For each poem they ask what style it is. I have no freaking idea. I told you that stuff is why I don't write poems ... there seem to be 10K styles. There's not an "other" category so I just said they were all free style.

Interesting site.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

So, Tyr, went to the poetry site. For each poem they ask what style it is. I have no freaking idea. I told you that stuff is why I don't write poems ... there seem to be 10K styles. There's not an "other" category so I just said they were all free style.

Interesting site.

Yes, I saw your poems posted there. I comment on them and sent you a pm there.
Also added you to my favorite poet list there. By my doing that I can click on your name and see your profile and all your poems there without having to search..
Just be aware, there is a powerful group of so-called top poets there that do exactly as most such groups do to try to protect their image and jealously guard their position. Such people seem to be everywhere my friend, basic human nature..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I hope you will use this thread to post your poems here.
Now that you joined an official poetry site , please do not abandon this forum with your poems !
We would love to see future poems here too!
I already added one of your poems to my favorite poems list there.
I evaluated based solely upon the poem's content, style, message and heart... -Tyr

Here is an up to date copy of my favorite poets list there.
These are not only top poets there but also decent , good and caring people....


My Favorite Poets

SKAT A
Poet Destroyer A
Dr. Upma A. Sharma
JAN ALLISON
Anne Lise Andresen
Gary Bateman
Paul Callus
Gry Christensen
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich
lisa duggan
Peter Duggan
Vera Duggan
James Fraser
Barbara Gorelick
Debbie Guzzi
Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick
Roy Jerden
Joyce Johnson
Sara Kendrick
Sassy Lady
Richard Lamoureux
Eileen Manassian
liam mcdaid
Robert Nehls
Keith O.J.
Jake Ponce
Becca Teagan
arthur vaso

[SassyLady]

As I venture into the world of poetry I created and published this!



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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As I venture into the world of poetry I created and published this!



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A wonderful and beautiful poem and art . I see you are a natural at this my friend.
Enjoy the site and your new journey into poetry my friend!!! :beer: :beer:
Who knows , maybe later on, you will consider entering contests there with your poetry! -Tyr

[SassyLady]

A wonderful and beautiful poem and art . I see you are a natural at this my friend.
Enjoy the site and your new journey into poetry my friend!!! :beer: :beer:
Who knows , maybe later on, you will consider entering contests there with your poetry! -Tyr

I just submitted this poem for contest. Tragedy in Black is title of contest.



Tragedy in Black

The tragedy of love lost has returned
Whispering dark lies of jealousy
Taunting with brutal honesty
Vehemently insisting on the truth

Lingering hugs, and furtive kisses,
Air crackling with mutual infatuation
The light in his eyes is alive for another
And only reflections of sadness for us

Emptiness bleeding from my cracked heart
Revenge consuming every waking thought
Obsession eroding the innocence of my soul
I ceased to exist

As the last speck of my essence
Dissolved into a black pit of despair
I realized the tragedy of love lost
Doesn’t have to be

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I just submitted this poem for contest. Tragedy in Black is title of contest.



Tragedy in Black

The tragedy of love lost has returned
Whispering dark lies of jealousy
Taunting with brutal honesty
Vehemently insisting on the truth

Lingering hugs, and furtive kisses,
Air crackling with mutual infatuation
The light in his eyes is alive for another
And only reflections of sadness for us

Emptiness bleeding from my cracked heart
Revenge consuming every waking thought
Obsession eroding the innocence of my soul
I ceased to exist

As the last speck of my essence
Dissolved into a black pit of despair
I realized the tragedy of love lost
Doesn’t have to be

Yes, I saw it and commented on it already!
I logged in there first this morn.
I thought by the title name that it was a contest entry. I did not write for that contest myself. I only now write for about 4 or 5 contest sponsors as the other sponsors play that favoritism game and place each other in the top three or four places each contest they sponsor. A scratch my back and I'll scratch yours association.

If you'd like the names of the ones to avoid, pm me here. Reason I say that is because I fear their rejection of your entries may cause you doubt in your abilities as it has other new poets there. Thats why Peter Duggan, myself and about 20 other real poets there raised holy hell about it early last year! Admin there ignored our revolt because that little ruling "cabal of poets" write, sponsor and blog there religiously and most are published poets--most are lifetime bought members.

Within a few weeks after my speaking out against that unfair and dishonorable practice, my top 100 poet's ranking fell from 17th place to 76th(I was hit with 7 no placements in a row immediately after speaking out-- and all no placements were by those guilty parties we pointed out doing the damage. . Peter's fell just as drastically. We both knew we get hit hard but felt principle demanded we speak out!
Yet a great many fine and decent poets there---just making you aware of the rottenness allowed by admin there in order to make more money.
As a "newbie" you will not be considered a threat and at first will not be attacked but should you rise in the rankings like lightning , as I did and crack the top 20 best poets level , they will attack and do so as a group.
Note, I am not complaining my lot there. Way past that now. I now avoid those dishonorable people and enter none of their contests.
If you have any questions pm me here, as both Peter and I believe admin there reads our private messages --other poets been there many years told us thats the case.

Just know this, I've read about a dozen of that contest entries so far. Yours should definitely place and not only that it should place fairly high IMHO. -Tyr

[Perianne]

We are fortunate not to have those types of people running this forum.

[SassyLady]

Tyr ... is there any way to move all my other poems here?

[SassyLady]

Thought this one up in less than 30 seconds after hearing about Tyr's stolen poems.

Plagiarism

Why do you steal words from me?
When all I want is to be
Someone who feels free
To reflect what my soul sees!!

[SassyLady]

Love's Here To Stay

Get up and move
Today is the day
It's time to prove
Love's here to stay

See the happy bride
So nervous can't speak
Dad beaming with pride
Mom kissing her cheek

The groom stands steady
Heart starting to pound
Way past being ready
For this treasure found

Knowing a kind man
Waits at the alter
Reaching for her hand
She will not falter

Watching his future wife
Floating down the aisle
Eyes dancing with life
Can't help but smile

Asked to hold hands
Recite sacred marriage vows
Exchange silver wedding bands
Husband and wife now!

Guests are gathered around
Sharing this special day
Words of wisdom abound
Music starts to play

Beneath the setting sun
Mischief in every glance
Everyone needs crazy fun
Do the chicken dance

Bouquet and garter tossed
Eager hands reach high
Some won some lost
Some laugh some sigh

Party over, guests gone
Nothing else to say
Sweet kisses until dawn
Love's here to stay.


I wanted to use the two words "crazy fun" in a poem and this is what popped out. Weird how this happens. Still having fun but sure takes up a lot of my time.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Love's Here To Stay

Get up and move
Today is the day
It's time to prove
Love's here to stay

See the happy bride
So nervous can't speak
Dad beaming with pride
Mom kissing her cheek

The groom stands steady
Heart starting to pound
Way past being ready
For this treasure found

Knowing a kind man
Waits at the alter
Reaching for her hand
She will not falter

Watching his future wife
Floating down the aisle
Eyes dancing with life
Can't help but smile

Asked to hold hands
Recite sacred marriage vows
Exchange silver wedding bands
Husband and wife now!

Guests are gathered around
Sharing this special day
Words of wisdom abound
Music starts to play

Beneath the setting sun
Mischief in every glance
Everyone needs crazy fun
Do the chicken dance

Bouquet and garter tossed
Eager hands reach high
Some won some lost
Some laugh some sigh

Party over, guests gone
Nothing else to say
Sweet kisses until dawn
Love's here to stay.


I wanted to use the two words "crazy fun" in a poem and this is what popped out. Weird how this happens. Still having fun but sure takes up a lot of my time.
I've done that often in my many decades of writing poetry , taken a few words that came to me. and structured a poem around them...
This poem you just created may well fit into a current or even a future contest there.
You should keep checking on the members contests page to see if it does my friend. -Tyr

[SassyLady]

One of my newest poems - it's a Cinquain





RUMORS

Mama
Always destroyed
Foolish rumors quickly
Because problems never visit
Softly

[SassyLady]

Another one posted this week - this one is Chastushka form




Happy Hour Madness


<center>After happy hour hilarity
Impaired masses of humanity
Reveling in their badness
Join rush hour madness</center>

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

:beer: :beer: :clap::clap::clap:

Big congratulations on your top win in your first poetry contest at our poetry site my friend!!!!
I knew that poem was not only going to win but was also going to place very, very high!
Bravo!! --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

TRAGEDY IN BLACK : ANOTHER NEW POET ONLY CONTEST
Contest Judged: 9/8/2015 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Bev Smith
Place PoemTitle Poet
1 Tragedy in Black Brittney Tyler
1 Tragedy In Black - Contest Lycia Harding
2 Tragedy In Black KL Williams
3 TRAGEDY IN BLACK eric boddie
4 Tragedy in Black Miss Sassy
4 Tragedy in Black Barbara Campbell
5 Tragedy in Black Janice Canerdy
Honorable Mention Tragedy in Black michael tor
Honorable Mention TRAGEDY IN BLACK SUNIL MATHUR
Honorable Mention TRAGEDY IN BLACK SOHOM GUPTA
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Shown are the top ten winners only , entered were 35 poems... 25 poems were not placed as that sponsor only does the top ten best poems!

Sassylady, your placement was in my opinion, indicative of great poetic talent at the start!!

To place 4th in first your contest there is indeed a great achievement in my opinion.

Bravooooooooooo!!! :beer: :beer: Tyr

[SassyLady]

I entered 3 more.

Pets
Who Is Your Neighbor
Titles

My most recent one but not written for contest. Perhaps it can be used for future contest.



<center>Empty Mailbox

Papa, the mail box is empty again
Every day we walk down the road
Hoping to see something from Berlin
In that little box that holds so much hope

It’s just a little white box
At the end of our driveway
On a post the color of a fox
Address is 101 Sunset Highway

The red flag is up today
So the mailman knows to stop by
He doesn’t have much to say
No letter from you, he doesn’t know why

Papa, every day we send you a note
And pray you are receiving them
All of us contribute in the hope
You’ll see that each one is truly a gem

We ask God every day for your safe return
So, you hurry home or try to send a note
Because the crank on the car is hard to turn
Mama misses you and it’s hard for her to cope!
</center>
Tyr ... go read the comment on this one. I used the word God and I knew someone would notice and respond.

[SassyLady]

Here the one for the Pets contest.


ROCKY

<center>Before we met
My mind was set
On a female pet.

As I sat on the ground
Among roughhousing puppies all around
Hoped that I would be found.

Soon, I noticed, off to the side
Staring at me with dark eyes wide
A very quiet, dignified little guy.

Barely hearing his little grunts and sighs
I bent down and we looked into each other’s eyes.
I immediately knew he was my perfect prize.

Brought him home
Never left him alone
While he devoured a delicious doggy bone.

During my dark days of depression
Never once did he question
My Kit Kat obsession.

His dark eyes looked into mine
As if to say,you’ll be just fine
We have plenty of time.

Ten good years, the last one bad
Vet said he’ll be blind soon (PRA), so sad
Something I can’t fix, really mad.

Trusting eyes now opaque,
Every joint and muscle aches;
Oh, how my heart breaks.

Never a whimper, never a sound
No longer does he strut around
With paws floating above the ground.

Squirrels he once furiously chased
No longer have to make haste
Each step now cautiously placed.

His aging confusion is stressful for us
He’s embarrassed by all the fuss
I’m so grateful for his trust.

I miss his dark eyes looking into mine
I wish I could say you’ll be just fine
We have plenty of time.


</center>SassyLady
September 11-12, 2015
This poem was written for the Pet Contest
Rocky is a silver and black mini-schnauzer purchased from reputable breeder
Contracted Valley Fever moving to AZ, which attacks immune system, joints and retinas
Developed stomach ulcers, blindness, limping, loss of sense of smell
And loss of eyesight caused by PRA, we now have genetic wisdom

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[SassyLady]

Need to find a contest for this one too.


Why Do You Cry

<center>Eyes wide with curiosity he asks why,
Why do you get so sad and cry
When you sing that lullaby?

My eyes full of sadness and pain,
I strive for braveness and explain
Why sad memories still remain.

I was so happy when I was nine,
Playing outside all the time
And sharing what was mine.

Every time we were able
Family dinners at the table
Seriously, my life was really stable.

Getting tucked in so tight
After soft kisses goodnight
And before turning out the light,

Mama would start to croon
A little lullaby to the moon;
Such a sweet lilting tune

She died when I was eleven
I’m sure she went to heaven
But my pain doesn’t lessen.

Most of the time I’m strong
But when I sing that little song
It reminds me she’s truly gone.</center>

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I entered 3 more.

Pets
Who Is Your Neighbor
Titles

My most recent one but not written for contest. Perhaps it can be used for future contest.



<center>Empty Mailbox

Papa, the mail box is empty again
Every day we walk down the road
Hoping to see something from Berlin
In that little box that holds so much hope

It’s just a little white box
At the end of our driveway
On a post the color of a fox
Address is 101 Sunset Highway

The red flag is up today
So the mailman knows to stop by
He doesn’t have much to say
No letter from you, he doesn’t know why

Papa, every day we send you a note
And pray you are receiving them
All of us contribute in the hope
You’ll see that each one is truly a gem

We ask God every day for your safe return
So, you hurry home or try to send a note
Because the crank on the car is hard to turn
Mama misses you and it’s hard for her to cope!
</center>
Tyr ... go read the comment on this one. I used the word God and I knew someone would notice and respond.

Already done. Great new poems my friend. Also sent pms there this morn to a dozen friends there to check out your poetry and make you welcome. :beer: :beer: -Tyr

[SassyLady]

Already done. Great new poems my friend. Also sent pms there this morn to a dozen friends there to check out your poetry and make you welcome. :beer: :beer: -Tyr

So, you are my benefactor! Thank you. The comments are very heartwarming. I've been perusing poems. I find that I go down the rabbit hole ... way too many poems to read. I just have to ready the first stanza and my mind starts down it's own tangent a couple of the words and then I'm up all night.

You woke a sleeping beast!

[SassyLady]

Politically Correct Insanity


Domestic terrorism = workplace violence
Illegal alien = undocumented immigrant
Criminal = behaviorally challenged
Perverted = sexually dysfunctional
Anchor babies = American born children of undocumented immigrants
Dead = living impaired

You’re offended; they’re offended; everyone seems to be offended
By the merest inflection; attacked from every direction; insisting upon immediate correction.

Politically correct in this day and age seems to be all the rage; impossible to be on the same page
Every minute of every day, vigilantly watching what we say; giving an impromptu speech, nay.

PC police use shame to force people to talk the same and someone to blame
For the polarity of our culture. They lurk like vultures waiting to strip away truth - not to nurture.

This communal tyranny restricts expression and verbal engineering has become an obsession; paving the way to repression.
People who turn into sheep and insist on words that creep into our lives make me weep.

PC mentality quickly becomes social brutality and creates imitations of reality.
Politically correct words will only teach fanatics how to preach there’s no right to free speech.

Time to speak out, yell and shout, because without a doubt
Politically correct aggression, without question, will kill individual expression.


SassyLady
09/13/15

[SassyLady]

Get Out, Go Away!!!



Did you not think I would weep,
When I heard you sigh and say,
I just can't love you that way?


Your words, razor sharp, cut deep.
Only pride kept my tears at bay.
You were a complete ass today.


You made promises you won't keep.
Said you would never stray,
And would kiss me every day.


I'm hurt, heartsick and can't eat,
The world is dark and gray.
My trust you did betray.


Now that I know you're a creep,
No way in hell can you stay.
Get out of my sight, just go away.


Not a word! Not a peep!
No hugs, not even a wave!
I will not cave!

[SassyLady]

My Depression Lesson

Depression is a snake
...slithering into the psyche...
...creating loneliness...
...constricting the soul...

Obsessively
...living in the past...
...poisoning the present...
...jeopardizing the future...

A parasite consuming
...every thought...
...every emotion...
...every action...

Hiding in the
...darkest...
...deepest...
...most vulnerable places...

A shadow phantom
...floating...
...waiting...
...calculating...

A distant hiss
...panic...
...despair...
...exhaustion...

Whispering
...poisonous memories...
...failures...
...broken promises...

Shouting
...avoid...
...run...
...hide...

Strikes without warning
...incapacitating...
...paralyzing...
...revolting...

Slowly killing
...initiative...
...joy...
...love...

Depression is a snake
Beware.

Copyright © Miss Sassy (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=68064) | Year Posted 2017

[SassyLady]

Lazy Summer Day

Just another lazy summer day
In my hammock snoozing away.
A horde of nasty flies
Decide to stop by.
On my toes they want to play
Shoo flies, just go away!

Now they're buzzing in my ear
Bring the flyswatter my dear!
These flies are going to die
If they don't continue to fly,
For one thing is clear
A battle I do not fear.

Going in for the attack
I had to step back.
For one landed on my nose,
My eyes I had to close.
Soon discovered the fact
Killer instinct I lack.

Instead I fled,
Swatting at my head.
As they chased me down
I felt like a clown.
To the house I fled
To hide under the bed.

Copyright © Miss Sassy (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=68064) | Year Posted 2017

[SassyLady]

Rainbows

R adiant ribbons of color
A ppear against a moody sky
I rridescent and shimmering.
N ascent images emerge
B eyond physical interaction.
O ne is common, a double is rare
W atching pots of gold
S ilently embracing the magical.

Copyright © Miss Sassy (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=68064) | Year Posted 2017

Acrostic style

[SassyLady]

Silently Dancing


<center>In a magical world
She slides down a rainbow
Of tinkling laughter
Landing in a pot of gold.

Covered in pixie dust she twirls.
Fingers clicking, head-bobbing,
Feet tapping, humming
To a song only she can hear.

My Down Syndrome princess,
A gentle soul she has.
If she had her voice
A beautiful songbird she would be.

How I long to hear her song.
A stroke, tragically,
Stole it away
Like a thief in the night.

Today her dance is loud and clear
Joy circles her like a bodyguard
Under the rainbow
Near her pot of gold.

</center>Copyright © Miss Sassy (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=68064) | Year Posted 2017

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

NO RUSH MY FRIEND.
I WAS JUST CHECKING TO SEE IF ANY NEW POEMS WERE GIFTED US HERE.
I realize that the majority of poets do not write as quickly as I do..
Which is often to their great credit..... as a poet should develop a certain
level of discipline, in not only style/form and depth , but in time given to each poem
to reach satisfaction with it as a work to be presented as a finished piece.--Tyr

[Balu]

NO RUSH MY FRIEND.
I WAS JUST CHECKING TO SEE IF ANY NEW POEMS WERE GIFTED US HERE.
I realize that the majority of poets do not write as quickly as I do..
Which is often to their great credit..... as a poet should develop a certain
level of discipline, in not only style/form and depth , but in time given to each poem
to reach satisfaction with it as a work to be presented as a finished piece.--Tyr
It is a good luck I came across with this thread and was very pleased to find a poetess at this board.
SassyLady,
I'll follow your further strides with great pleasure. http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/he_and_she/give_rose.gif

[SassyLady]

NEVERMIND

My daughter, my child.
You broke my heart, gutted my soul
Does anyone else know?
Nevermind.....

When you think of me
And you can't stop wondering
Where it all went wrong
Nevermind.....

When you're sorry for what you said
Feeling guilty that I'll be all alone
And you're reaching for the phone
Nevermind.....

If, in the routine of your busy day,
You remember the hurtful things you said
And realize my soul is bleeding
Nevermind .....

You said you wanted to be free, no responsibility
That I bring you down because I frown
That I'm needy and make everyone feel guilty
Nevermind.....

To save face with friends and family
You make last minute invitations
Thinking I'm sitting here waiting
Nevermind.....

When you think it's been long enough
For the cuts you made to heal
And there's a chance to make it right
Nevermind.....

Remember, karma can be a bitch
Whe your daughter rips out your heart
You might remember when you trashed mine
Nevermind..... I'm done this time.

[Balu]

NEVERMIND

My daughter, my child.
You broke my heart, gutted my soul
Does anyone else know?
Nevermind.....

When you think of me
And you can't stop wondering
Where it all went wrong
Nevermind.....

When you're sorry for what you said
Feeling guilty that I'll be all alone
And you're reaching for the phone
Nevermind.....

If, in the routine of your busy day,
You remember the hurtful things you said
And realize my soul is bleeding
Nevermind .....

You said you wanted to be free, no responsibility
That I bring you down because I frown
That I'm needy and make everyone feel guilty
Nevermind.....

To save face with friends and family
You make last minute invitations
Thinking I'm sitting here waiting
Nevermind.....

When you think it's been long enough
For the cuts you made to heal
And there's a chance to make it right
Nevermind.....

Remember, karma can be a bitch
Whe your daughter rips out your heart
You might remember when you trashed mine
Nevermind..... I'm done this time.
It is wonderful! http://www.kolobok.us/smiles/he_and_she/give_rose.gif

[SassyLady]

NEVERMIND

My daughter, my child.
You broke my heart, gutted my soul
Does anyone else know?
Nevermind.....

When you think of me
And you can't stop wondering
Where it all went wrong
Nevermind.....

When you're sorry for what you said
Feeling guilty that I'll be all alone
And you're reaching for the phone
Nevermind.....

If, in the routine of your busy day,
You remember the hurtful things you said
And realize my soul is bleeding
Nevermind .....

You said you wanted to be free, no responsibility
That I bring you down because I frown
That I'm needy and make everyone feel guilty
Nevermind.....

To save face with friends and family
You make last minute invitations
Thinking I'm sitting here waiting
Nevermind.....

When you think it's been long enough
For the cuts you made to heal
And there's a chance to make it right
Nevermind.....

Remember, karma can be a bitch
When your daughter rips out YOUR heart
You might remember when you trashed mine
Nevermind..... I'm done this time.

Two years ago this happened to my daughter. She now knows what it's like to have your child RIP your heart out. We've been pretty close for last 18 months. I've never shown her this poem. I might share soon.

[SassyLady]

Rainbow Dancer

In a magical world
She slides down a rainbow
Of tinkling laughter
Landing in a pot of gold


Covered in pixie dust she twirls
Fingers clicking, head-bobbing
Feet tapping, humming
To a song only she can hear


My Down syndrome princess
A gentle soul she has
If she had her voice
A beautiful songbird she would be

Sassylady
June 13, 2018


This is in honor of my step daughter who has Down Syndrome and had a stroke when she was 10, from rare condition, Moyamoya, and lost her ability to speak and swallow. She's been tube fed since 1993.

[SassyLady]

Rainbows


R adiant ribbons of color
A ppear against a moody sky
I rridescent and shimmering
N ascent images emerge
B eyond physical interaction
O ne is common, two is rare
W atching for pots of gold
S ilently embracing the magic

Sassylady
June 13, 2018

Acrostic type of poetry where first letter of each line makes up title of poem.

[Kathianne]

Rainbow Dancer

In a magical world
She slides down a rainbow
Of tinkling laughter
Landing in a pot of gold


Covered in pixie dust she twirls
Fingers clicking, head-bobbing
Feet tapping, humming
To a song only she can hear


My Down syndrome princess
A gentle soul she has
If she had her voice
A beautiful songbird she would be

Sassylady
June 13, 2018


This is in honor of my step daughter who has Down Syndrome and had a stroke when she was 10, from rare condition, Moyamoya, and lost her ability to speak and swallow. She's been tube fed since 1993.
I love the poem, I'm so sorry about your step daughter. My sister had Downs, she is our angel, both before and after death.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Sassy your poetry reveals a true poet's heart, soul and great talent, IMHO.
Your poetry reveals a clearness of vision, depth and beauty that is in harmony with your soul.
Add to that, the fact that it also inspires and reveals kindness, love and natural perception of the world- both its good, beauty, mystery and even its darkness.
You my friend are, without any doubt in my mind, a gifted and true poet!--Tyr

[High_Plains_Drifter]

NEVERMIND

My daughter, my child.
You broke my heart, gutted my soul
Does anyone else know?
Nevermind.....

When you think of me
And you can't stop wondering
Where it all went wrong
Nevermind.....

When you're sorry for what you said
Feeling guilty that I'll be all alone
And you're reaching for the phone
Nevermind.....

If, in the routine of your busy day,
You remember the hurtful things you said
And realize my soul is bleeding
Nevermind .....

You said you wanted to be free, no responsibility
That I bring you down because I frown
That I'm needy and make everyone feel guilty
Nevermind.....

To save face with friends and family
You make last minute invitations
Thinking I'm sitting here waiting
Nevermind.....

When you think it's been long enough
For the cuts you made to heal
And there's a chance to make it right
Nevermind.....

Remember, karma can be a bitch
Whe your daughter rips out your heart
You might remember when you trashed mine
Nevermind..... I'm done this time.
Holy SHIT... you could have written that for my son and I as well as who you did.

Spot on... uncanny...

[SassyLady]

Here's one I wrote back in 2015.

Get Out, Go Away

Did you not think I would weep,
When I heard you sigh and say,
I just can't love you that way?

Your words, razor sharp, cut deep.
Only pride kept my tears at bay.
You were a complete ass today

You made promises you won't keep.
Said you would never stray,
And would kiss me every day.

I'm hurt, heartsick and can't eat,
The world is dark and gray.
My trust you did betray.

Now that I know you're a creep,
No way in hell can you stay.
Get out of my sight, just go away.

Not a word! Not a peep!
No hugs, not even a wave!
I will not cave!


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