Best Account Poems
I can not give account of ways that I love you
For there’s no conscious thought to clothe the undefined
The boundless universe has left me not a clue
And so the vastness of my love stays unconfined
It is beyond the reaches of your searching mind
A feeling and belief that you are all I need
The end of this conviction you will never find
And fibers of my life on wonders of it feed
And so you rest in comfort and you are content
Though not a seasoned word I’ve uttered or expressed
The knowledge of my love my eyes to you have sent
You feel it’s sovereign power on body I’ve caressed
There are no ways for me to show my depth of love
But rest assured that time will testify for me
Each day, each month, each year and life in heave’n above
Will be the ways you long for through eternity
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Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice,
Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor;
Summer, your sweet roses covered our great palace,
This time away from your touch, became much harder.
I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean,
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour;
I begged then for distance erasing potion,
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower.
The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face,
Informing me the dire depths that you found this clutch;
I reminded, you no distance, could our love erase,
Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
Now, I board ship bringing me to my one true love;
Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better,
Not again, my love's touch, shall I deprive you of.
~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eileen Manassian & Robert J. Lindley
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Thousands of breaths I withdrew from my life’s account today; balance unknown!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 February 2016
A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?
* People without an income nor
health insurance die at home or in the
street, not in hospitals!
God has declared through His inspired word
all that He is and all He can do
this word is living powerful and so sharp
more than two-edged sword this is true
This God is all-powerful indeed
there's nothing outwith His control
for sovereign, He is over everything
yes even you and every living soul
All that you know in your grey matter
as well as all that's in your sinful heart
fully none of it is hidden from God
all are naked before Him every single part
This God is eternal always shall be
our righteousness is like filthy rags
in His eyes detestable and obnoxious
we're without hope nothing to brag
Jesus came to our rescue
to save us and make us fit
to stand in God's holy presence
knowing in Christ we needn't quit
For all will stand before Him
there we must give account
if not in Christ we've no hope
but in Him, we have a living fount
("For the word of God is living and powerful, and
sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account." )
Hebrews 4:12-13
Imagine if you were to wake up one morning
To discover you're the big jackpot winner
Eighty-six thousand, four hundred dollars
You could treat the whole neighbourhood to dinner
Well you're a big jackpot winner every single day
Cause eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds
Are deposited in your Magical Bank account
Like a bonus sent down straight from heaven
Use them wisely your account could be closed
At any old time without warning
Time races by much quicker than you imagine
No guarantees you'll see another morning
So enjoy yourself, live your life to the fullest
Each second is worth much more than gold
Live and love with sweet kindness in your heart
It's a ticket straight to heaven I've been told
© Jack Ellison 2012
Old woman
deep eyes , over sky
looking back history
balance sheet of life.
No good deed,
Ever credited would be
To
Our heavenly account,
Unless
The signature of pure intention
It bears!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 FEBRUARY 2015
A joint account of love
You asked, we to open, my darling
An idea, I certainly applauded
With all my soul’s might
But
To my dismay soon realized
That the only one depositing was I
While you, always amounts withdrew
Till all was gone, then you took a hike!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 FEBRUARY 2015
before life begins
we accrue fictional sins
so guilt always wins
lest any deem themselves free
to alter reality
dollars and distance
do not measure existence
despite persistence
constant debt all but assured
within this credit card world
is living better
starting off as a debtor
shame's main abettor
always in the negative
when all else is relative
to death all succumb
becoming what we become
in part and in sum
being soon enough degrades
until last remembrance fades
like the dinosaur
the future won't fear our roar
care what we abhor
leaving only the remains
produced by once human brains
I Cannot Give Account
I can not give account of ways that I love you
For there’s no conscious thought to clothe the undefined
The boundless universe has left me not a clue
And so the vastness of my love stays unconfined
It is beyond the reaches of your searching mind
A feeling and belief that you are all I need
The end of this conviction you will never find
And fibers of my life on wonders of it feed
And so you rest in comfort and you are content
Though not a seasoned word I’ve uttered or expressed
The knowledge of my love my eyes to you have sent
You feel it’s sovereign power on body I’ve caressed
There are no ways for me to show my depth of love
But rest assured that time will testify for me
Each day, each month, each year and life in heave’n above
Will be the ways you long for through eternity
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice,
Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor;
Summer, your sweet roses covered our great palace,
This time away from your touch, became much harder.
I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean,
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour;
I begged then for distance erasing potion,
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower.
The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face,
Informing me the dire depths that you found this clutch;
I reminded, you no distance, could our love erase,
Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
Now, I board ship bringing me to my one true love;
Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better,
Not again, my love's touch, shall I deprive you of.
~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eileen Manassian & Robert J. Lindley
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I went looking for this poem on my home page here and I could not find it!
I remember posting it but maybe I did so at another poetry site, as my memory
fails me so often now. Here it is and thank God Eileen reminded me in her Blog comment to me about our one collaboration.
Bobby I urge you to ignore the rest
Because my rhyme is simply the best
Second or third place will not do
That's why I'm sending money to you.
Written on 28/02/2019.
For I am a winner contest.
Sponsored by Bobby May.
Fraud and deception of the affluent eyes
Toss my purpose aside and let me hemorrhage humiliation
Drops of unappreciative pain plaster and soil black
Cackles to hide my mammoth of hurt
Echo through a maze of sovereigns and numeric cipher
I’m a non-significant member of manuscript
An unknown, a recluse, a bother
Gauche trials of loss and fray
Matter to none who play the game
Yet in our tightly packed world
The Joker is always included.
I'm going broke!
My jeans must have holes in all the pockets
No, don't turn my cell phone off
Wait, that's my tv
Broke! Broke! Broke!
No teacher, I still don't have my textbook
I must have a toillet paper theif
Where is all the food
Broke! Broke! Broke!
All I have is me!
His life's bank account
Soon runs out of tomorrows
Orphan yesterdays!
A new life account
His soul will open at once
Infinite limit!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 May 2017
In this materialistic era
Poeple are praised who donates
Some donating plot & land
Some donating throat and hand
Some donating eyes profound
Some donating money in huge amount
My inspired Heart
Pound social sound
& I decided to donate
my facebook account
To Young Hungry one
Who is dreaming
To have a FB account
Impressive profile
& striking pictures
With all pals
& family members
Funny comments on others photos
Tagging friends in nonsense posts
It will save their time & give lesson
Who are about crazy
Finally I have taken decision
To donate my Account of FB