Voyeur by the Shore

Tyler R. Martin

What a brilliant display I witnessed today

As dawn broke in the great sea’s front line.

And what a scene, like from a glorious dream.

Which I had dreamt once upon a time

And so gazing this morning upon murky sea

It seemed conflict had encountered our shore

As shining steel ships faced off in the distance

I prayed for viciousness, bloodshed and gore!

And all at once a gleeful group had gathered;

We, by the shore, with the waves lapping near

To witness the hell rain and the scorn splatter

From the certain safety of this distant pier.

In a moment, cannon blast broke loose in a fiery blaze!

The crowd laughed and shouted in a heated cheer!

While sea rocked and ships swayed in a thrash!

We watched from the safety of this distant pier.

The ship’s explosions echoed in the salty sea air, 

Viciously trading volleys of a thousand hot spheres,    

A cataclysm of chaos, shrapnel, cannon blast and blood

And we watched from the safety of this distant pier.

The ships began to sink, one after one after one;

And yet, we on the pier, felt fevered joy, not fear,

As splintering ships sank in the smoke and flame

And we cheered from the safety of this distant pier.

The Virtuous Mother

Tyler R. Martin


Please, just don’t sit and stare,
Please be unbridled and into the air
We will go there if only you could
Just be here, soul sound and unbound!
Gracefully proud and profoundly unwound!
We’ll go into the sky a feather of chance,
Corner of your eye and lost in the dance!
Don’t forget to fly freely and untethered
Embraced in wonderous white wings as
gorgeous feathers are withered and weathered!

And here you’ll dive and there you’ll fly
Where life shall swirl about your very eye
listen close to crushing waves crash by the bay
And feel the cool chill of the sea’s salty spray
As below the towns folk retreat from the flood
Unable to to counter the wanton surf’s rise
As the cold solemn sea smothers their cries!
But still, don’t forget to fly freely and untethered
Embraced in wonderous white wings as
gorgeous feathers are withered and weathered!

Tragedies’ no good for freedom, so soar above france!
Where perchance you’ll gaze below to catch a glace
Of fierce flames engulfing the meadows and fields
And gasp to discover the flames at your heels!
Sickened by a suffering from which once you were shielded
As you’re engulfed a reality which you have uncovered
That the free natural world is not a virtuous mother!
But still, don’t forget to fly freely and untethered
Embraced in wonderous white wings as
Gorgeous feathers are withered and weathered!

My Seraph in Disguise

Tyler R. Martin

A beauty thought reserved only for nature,
Somehow now resides within your eyes,
How can such magic be earthly normal,
Is it real, or just some clever guise?
I wonder, are you a true mortal woman
Or a Seraph, an angel in disguise?
–Your hair of a goddess, with golden streaks
Falling gently on tan, smooth skin;
I envy it, caressing your neck,
Cascading down your back, touching your chin.
You’re speaking softly, with love in your eyes,
Giving me a glimpse of your gorgeous mind,
Such a serene, tantalizing feeling,
Something of heaven and earth combined.
And with a pitch like some divine instrument,
Yours: a voice that serenades so sweetly,
From a grin like a summer sunrise,
A few notes and I’m enthralled completely.
Because truly, I wouldn’t be surprised
Were you to admit to me tenderly:
You’re not just my love, my prize,
But my Seraph, my angel in plain disguise

Love and anarchy: a poetry chapbook.

A very moving review of my latest chapbook

This is a poetry review.  I chose to read this one because it brings a new side of life.  I do not smoke.  I do not drink.  I do not choose to see the tragedy in life.  And yet, this work of poetry is very moving, and it expands my mind into understanding other aspects.  You can find love, relationships, the emotional roller coaster in the poet’s life.  There is a hint of depression and addiction here.  It is a mixture of emotions and each line explains the essence of anxiety, joy, sadness, lost love, memories.   

I give this one 4 stars out of 5.

  • I really think life is a tragedy, a theater of our making, a myriad of our most intimate experiences and inner dialogues (or daily self-talk).  And I think the poet tries to bare his experiences, raw and very intimate; thus desires to share that…

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Lost Along the Shore

Tyler R. Martin

Highway, high beams on, I’m cruising,
And cursing “please bring on the dawn!”
Oh Father, high above me, don’t keep me waiting for
A break from what I needed,
Just a short break for, really nothing more.
A quick spell from
The nighttime, the moonrise and the nightmares
Of a never ending road along the shore,
And the bother of an empty tank
And the fear of what waits in store.
Oh Father, high above me, don’t keep me waiting for
The sputter and the stammer as my foot hits the floor,
And my ride canters to the side
By the reed and the bottles and needles by the shore,
Where the wild waves crash,
And the wild waves break,
Father knocking at my door.

Highway, high beams on, I’m cruising,
And cursing, “out of my way now!
I need to gain some ground!”
Rubber tires, number four and plus one wheel,
But they’re all useless,
They’re worn down to the steel.
Now the engine won’t turn over,
It’s apathy covered by some noise,
As it tries to ignite what is now
Only some vapor in the void.
Oh Father, high above me, don’t keep me waiting for
Yet another…another fucking chore…
Well, so on and so on,
Now I’m lost along the shore,
While the wild waves crash,
Father knocking at the door.

A World of No Heros

Tyler R. Martin

“The end draweth nigh!” Shouts a man on the corner

Waving a flag and dressed in rags.

What a sight to behold,

I thought with a grin,

It was something out of a movie, 

A madman screaming of sin.

And yet, perhaps he is right

And his message is true

But in a world bereft of heros

I suppose there’s nothing we can do.