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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

End Of The Road

Wine and music soothed our joined souls
when ebb tides washed away.
We set fame and wealth as our goals
found not in Frisco bay!

When quick passions our lost souls ate
clear waters could not stay.
Nothing stopped darkest Hands of Fate
should we have thought to pray?

Where loving-sight lost its clear views
good no longer danced.
We both fell, forgetting our dues
gone was life we romanced!

Why did wine and music thus lose
to Fate we did not choose?

Jan. 6th, 2017

For- Poet's Choice - The End Of The Road - Just Friends - Poetry Contest

Rhyme Scheme - abab cdcd, etc.
Syllable count : 8-6-8-6
Nicola Byrne-- Contest sponsor

Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6
Total # Syllables:98
Total # Words: 83

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CONTEST REQUIREMENTS..

1. The End of the Road

In the form of Quatrain.
3 - 5 stanzas only
Obvious rhyme scheme a must (I don't want to have to search for it).
New poems only.
Please date your poem (old ones will be disqualified)
Please title your poem "End of the Road" or have "End of the Road" as part of the title.
Please also subtitle your poem so that I can better distinguish it from others.
No names

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Too Late To Write Poetry
(I Would Rather Be Dead)

Too late to write poetry, lid is closed
Time flew by, I must have sleepily dozed.
What pretty flowers, I no longer see
Why were these sad people looking at me?

My favorite preacher showed up to preach
Alas! Tis not poetry he can teach!
Wait! Do not lower me into the ground!
Waking up now - new dancing rhymes I've found!

What! No poetry! I'd rather be dead
Hurry boys, lay me in this earthen bed!

Jan 7th, 2017

Poetry form Rhyme-

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 78

NOTE- FOR CONTEST
REQUIRED -NO MORE THAN TEN LINES, NO MORE THAN EIGHT WORDS PER LINE.
NO NAMES
NEW POEM ONLY.



From contest sponsor-

Contest Description

Or is it too late to write poetry?
which one is it?
pick one out and maybe even pick on them both

-new poems only
-no poet names attached
-contest title must be your title,
-must be 10 lines long
-max of 8 words or less per line
-any form is acceptable aside from 'I do not know'...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Essence Of Thy Glorious Heart And Gentle Soul

When thy spirit joined in depths to meet mine

When thy spirit joined in depths to meet mine
Far more emerged than, love united pair
With essence of magic, world became thine
Spring came, sunflowers bloomed and all was fair
Past our reasoning, we were born anew
Upon sacred trails we found love's soft glow
Rarest of gems found, darling that was you
I was heavenly blessed, now love I know.

With keen eyes and velvet touch thee taught

With keen eyes and velvet touch thee taught
Toe-tapping, dancing birds how to high fly
Faith born of wisdom that can not be bought
Gave happiness, bluest blue in the sky
Where garden's narrow edge met forest greens
Your voice beckoned great adventure to call
Enchant two hearts with beauty's finest scenes
Off that high ledge we would there, gladly fall.

When thy spirit joined in depths to meet mine

When thy spirit joined in depths to meet mine
Days and nights melted in enticing dreams
Each moment, heavenly feast we would dine
Wrapped ever deeper in our love cast beams
Thus where angels feared to tread we walked
With soul filled glee in each long forward step
Upon clouds waving white we gaily talked
In joy there, we laughed so hard we then wept.

With keen eyes and velvet touch thee taught

With keen eyes and velvet touch thee taught
This lost soul to fly forth and weep no more
Thee gave far, far more than ever I sought
Paradise summons from its white-sand shore
With just a smile thee erased my sad calls
On silver platters gave love's true desserts
Goblets of wine from golden palace halls
Diamond encrusted shoes and rich silk shirts.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-08-2017
(Ten syllables)

Poetry form- (Romanticism)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Note - Written for contest, may even enter this one..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

What's In A Name
(Heritage, Proudly Honored)


From ancient lineage comes my last name
Brave warriors that drank strong ale, spilled blood.
Some were letters men, spoke in Irish brogue
foot loose fancy free, set for any game!

Patrons of olden villages and their pubs
They daily, drank to sing and sang to drink.
A few were artists, painters and that lot
sworn to clan, beloved clan was their club!

Masters of vast lands, in valley of trees
Shepherds of flocks defended only by staffs.
Others arms makers, broad-swords forged true
More recent times, sailors of seven seas!

Yet I dare to honor father's proud name
With pen marks and compassion's flaming glow.
Family dear, loved beyond my own life
As I breathe, teach my son to do the same!

With humility, pray these words hold true
Each day, I shall bless those I most cherish.
At night, guard lives even should it cost mine
With honor, pay the homage that is due!

January 9th, 2017

Syllable count checked : www.howmanysyllables.com

For Contest :
What's in a name? - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by SilentOne

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
1. BROGUE
The term brogue (/broʊɡ/ BROWG) generally refers to an Irish accent. Less commonly, it may also refer to certain other regional forms of English, in particular those of Scotland or the English West Country.[1][2]

The word was first recorded in 1689.[3] Multiple etymologies have been proposed: it may derive from the Irish bróg ("rough or stout shoe"), the type of shoe traditionally worn by the people of Ireland and the Scottish Highlands, and hence possibly originally meant "the speech of those who call a shoe a 'brogue'".[4] It is also possible that the term comes from the Irish word barróg, meaning "a hold (on the tongue)", thus "accent" or "speech impediment".[5] A famous false etymology states that the word stems from the supposed perception that the Irish spoke English so peculiarly that it was as if they did so "with a shoe in their mouths".[6]

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Standing there, All She Had Lost Long Before

She cried, deep in grief, being so alone
Why had her family left her to die?
Now so very old and just skin and bone
In her heartache she pondered how and why.

Why did not summers of harvest gold stay?
When did winter's new snows become so bleak?
Each night, she in agony knelt to pray.
Lord help, for I am too old and weak.

Pleaded for answer came that fateful night
Angelic voices sang her to His realm.
Yes my child, now you may see sweetest light
Hold my hand, paradise may overwhelm!

Standing there, all she had lost long before.
Each person lighting path, heaven's front door.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2017


Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Note- For contest..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Youthful Anger Brought Hard Brutality

Gone are my days of great vitality
I wallow in ways of humanity
Hot rays are proof of my volcanity
My delays are full of profanity

Lonely nights sometimes comes insanity
These bad sights, a curse of urbanity
My plights come from sad, sad mentality
Found no rights on days of inanity

Great danger was losing morality
No stranger now to this reality
Youthful anger brought hard brutality
Game changer stopped a fatality

Now old age brings loathsome mundanity
Lost rage much needed formality

January 22nd, 2017

Form: Sonnet
10 syllables

For SilentOne's new contest
Contest Name Word challenge

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


Contest Description

Using the 14 words below, I would like you to write a poem. Although the words are mono rhyme, your poem does not have to be a rhyming poem. You can use whatever form you wish, as long as the 14 words are included.
Insanity
Humanity
profanity
Inanity
Mundanity
Urbanity
Fatality
Reality
Brutality
Formality
Mentality
Morality
Vitality
Volcanity

I wrote an example called seeking sanity. It is a sonnet, but your poem does not have to be a sonnet. If you do a sonnet, please have a correct rhyming scheme, but meter is not important to me.




I ADDED THE EXTRA RHYMING(not called for)--THE WORDS HIGHLIGHTED IN RED--JUST TO MAKE IT HARDER!
And did it in sonnet form with tail-rhyme(in ten syllable verses) -not called for) just to add to the personal challenge.--Tyr