Don't let poetry tear you apart
Can't write like Keats ~ Who gives a fart
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
Smiling mirthfully, relishing amber twilit theme,
Bedazzled in musings, reveling memories agleam,
Oh! how you charm, gazing eve’s blushing arc,
Where scarlet hues delight, igniting love spark
When impulses, moonlit, passions playful cajole
As we stroll daydreaming trekking verdant knoll,
Ambling in romance, two sensuous souls extol;
Just after the setting sun merges with the sea
And sky above stages a concert of stellar glee
When seductive vibes on wings of zest spree
Questing for, stealthily, doting hearts’ consent
Chasing exaltation, love-struck hints augment,
Exuding scent amatory from emboldened heart
Intoxicating affection smitten feelings impart;
Clasping amorous moment together we found,
Where tick of blazing hearts is the only sound
But for the clues tiptoeing, arousing carnal bliss,
Pinging fervent longings yearning endearing kiss,
Enchanting intentions of eager, flirtatious night
Courting your approval, ecstatic reveries ignite,
Sowing dreams euphoric to bloom in fertile dawn
Aspiring love evermore, blossoming on and on.
July 30, 2022
Placed 1st: Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
(151 words)
He went on the rap sheet as Shakespeare, Will
And in mitigation he simply said, ‘Nil.’
Male escorts earned plenty
He’d charge half of twenty
They nicknamed him ‘Ten Dollar Bill.’
*
[Hey, it’s a Limerick… please excuse any geographical inaccuracies]
Still in her prime
Dreams to climb high
No time to waste
Date written: 01/25/2021
Oh, you aspiring poet,
never try to reason with your Muse
for
she only listens to the rhythmic beats
of her poetic heart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 August 2020
Like bursting orange pearls that float from mellowing trees
Translucent the montage of falling heaves and heaps
Dressing the ground adorning Winter's gate to pass through
In timeless drift to fall and wither to anew
Winds shift to drift like sifted flour, powdered
Like donuts sprinkled with white sugar devoured
Eating the sky with whistles and howls beseeched
Swirling to turn briskly finding its colder breach
Morning tide arises to lift its globeflower sun
Blooming low with arms outstretched, spreading stunned
Bleeding orange in mother earth's basket filling
Bidding to inspire the courage of all souls willing
Breaking through darkness this guardian of hope arises
For great is the heart's bequest to dream beyond horizons
Blazing orange in the pristine painted sky this glorious morn
Primordial our story, our peace, our beauty be reborn
10-11-2019
This form repeats too much, I say.
It’s hard to write a villanelle—
I’ll try again some other day.
My rhyme begins without delay;
It’s going fine, then—what the hell?
This form repeats too much, I say.
Doggone it! This is not okay!
I’m under some nefarious spell.
I’ll try again some other day.
But no, I cannot stay away.
I breathe, then smell that same old smell:
This form repeats too much, I say.
I took the bait; I’ve fallen prey;
The crude result I cannot tell—
I’ll try again some other day.
And thus I end this odd ballet.
(I’ve really never danced too well.)
This form repeats too much, I say;
I’ll try again some other day.
once a parrot named kevin
wanted to fly to heaven
so he flew and flew
but when out of view
was forced to land in akron.
Under cloudless sky
echo your dream, pour the wine
incantations to full moon
will be remembered,
as hopeful voice sings high, high
for chants of answered wishes
Contest
What’s she like?
Prickly like a spike.
But does she have Enthusiasm?
Oh yes, for shoes and men.
What about gratitude?
Well she has great **** nude.
I hear her face is tremendous?
Yes she says trees mend us,
And flowers are brilliant,
But Bees are really ants,
That’s odd, Should we conspire?
Yes let’s get a car for hire,
How shall we contribute?
I’ll make a devious route.
It seems Ambiguous,
Yes it could be a big mess,
But deliciously delightful,
What if the flight is full?
Oh that would be just disastrous.
we need to sit together to make a fuss
Should I dispute?
Well don’t be mute, but don’t over shoot.
I’m Suspicious.
You should be, she’s vicious
And Capricious,
She can’t be with us.
Too Unpredictable
Like a man under a table.
Oh she’s a rat and definitely a *****
But we must be firm friends until we are rich.
He had an aspiration for greatness that could have turned into realized dreams;
he headed to New York City with shining booths and tight, faded blue-jeans.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
he accidentaly heard that with delight, and it sounded very pleasant to his ear;
he had a tremendous talent and he hated to waste it on Broadway's streets.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
he headed to New York City with shining booths and tight, faded blue-jeans;
he had an aspiration for greatness that could have turned into realized dreams.
UNCHANGED HABITS
Recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem:
they must be controlling my rebelling genes,
but making changes isn't for the better, I deem.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits...
recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes.
THE ASPIRING VOCALIST
He had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams;
he headed to New York City wearing shining boots and tight, faded blue jeans,
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
and he accidentally heard that with surprise and it sounded pleasant to his ear.
He had talent and was seeking a vocalist's job, singing on Broadway's streets.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere.
He headed to New York City wearing shining booths and tight, faded blue jeans;
he had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams.
Entered in David William's contest,
" Palindrome Mad "
Written by Andrew Crisci
The cold man,
the starving youth
walks the destroyed roads.
Through the fields of corpses
he scavenges the water
while wishing to fill
the withering cave inside.
The warm soul,
the hiding one,
moving through the solemn life.
Denying those who taunt her
she lives a troubled life
and all she really wants it to
tell the world her story
This is to all aspiring.
I hide my flame amongst the embers, slowly burning there
a little light remains as assssh, fuming gasssseoussss screams
a waft of smoke ascends from where, my little light does flare
to lurch in shadows on the wall and burst to sparks that sigh;
my lowly ember flickering flame may be all my fire seems
to dance with stars in the night, is what my fire dreams ...
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