The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.
He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.
This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.
The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.
With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.
His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.
The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.
The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.
November 25th, 2013
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
The elements of the heavens above
Where the birds go swaying and dipping down
And the clouds mist their way along the sky
There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown
In awe I spread my arms just to accept
The nature of the clouds and the cool air
Beams of white light coming out from the moon
Adds to the serenity that’s out there
I hold out my hand to receive a drop
A drop of dew from the heavens above
Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul
Makes me want to fly with the birds I love
The highest point of the sky before space
Is where I end up, looking at the stars
No other beauty compares to this trip
I slowly fall back amongst the briars
I live meagerly here on this vast Earth
Then I fly again amongst the great clouds
I often go see with the birds up high
Joyously live my days with all that’s proud
On January 5th 1992,
God whispered in Nathan’s ear.
Oh, it seems like yesterday,
But it’s been seventeen years.
God came into the hospital,
And clutched him to Thy chest.
To accompany his little soul,
Onto his heavenly quest.
Before he parted earth,
And left for the above.
He felt his father’s warmth,
And heard his mother’s love.
And after all this sadness,
A place in heaven is our reward.
For Nathan is safe and sound,
Up with the Lord of Lords.
Though he left you as an infant,
Up in heaven he has grown.
For today’s the anniversary,
That God called Nathan home.
This is for Gary and Elizabeth Reese,
I have written you a poem from my
Heart to yours, may God bless you
and Happy New Year...Raul
Three years have almost passed,
Since God called you both home.
He summoned you untimely,
Up to Thy golden throne.
Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle,
Were both their names to be.
But God had other plans,
And brought them to Thy glory.
Though time is filled with sorrow,
There are things to be thankful for.
For Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle.
Are up in heaven with the Lord.
Dedicated to Cody and Brandlynn Young,
two fellow soupers who lost two children.
I am indeed a fortunate man
My dear wife is not inclined to scold
For if she was my life would be hell
My heart would be all shriveled and cold
Within my home a true peace abounds
It is my little slice of heaven
Many say I am a lucky man
In fact my new nick name is seven
Sure there are times I do stuff wrong
After all she didn't marry a saint
Still my woman holds onto her tongue
If she nagged me, I think I would faint
She says to nag would serve no purpose
Men don't listen so why should she try
Instead she will walk away from me
So then I am left to wonder why
I can't read her mind, still I make a guess
I desire to remain in my bliss
So now I am an intuitive man
She rewards me with more than a kiss
For Dr. Rams Contest
"Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not."
O moon, to you I turn tonight
To you I smile with hidden delight
For in you I found my own charm
For you did ring up my love alarm
A love letter sent to my door
Signed in red ink, Moon
O my darling lunar Thor
I accept to be your SailorMoon
O moon, in your rays I bath
Your beauty I shall not scath
You are my only reason
You are my only passion
How to reply to your letter
Fatuously do I wonder
Maybe if I close my eyes
My glee shall turn to your skies
O moon, love me more
Make me the wife of Thor
I shall rule each of your molecule
As the Queen of all Majuscule!
Date : 8th April 2013
Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.
I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam
Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.
On the bank of oblivion’s river
A soul hastily arrives
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides
Has been preparing for the crossing
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death
More few moments she is begging
For much better to prepare
Before the Charon with his boat
Her, to perpetuity transfer
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks
On the land of sanctified
This is now what remarks
All worries and all burdens
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong
For first time she is sensing
Real freedom in her being
Such amount of love and beauty
This world has never seen
At an instance she turns holy
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 OCTOBER 2013
* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank
Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor
In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather
Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch
My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh
If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength
And let my soul win reprieve
For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed