Best Becoming Poems

One painting shows a twilight sky.
I gaze at it. It makes me sigh.
I stand there for the longest time.
Inside my mind there comes a rhyme.

Beneath the brilliant sky I see
the waters of infinity.
And staring at the wondrous scene,
I’ve now dissolved into its dream.

I’ve turned into...

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The roaring cosmological river of becoming forever flows into harmony's ocean of being! 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
        04 May 2017...

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I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk with the spirits, and also relate what they were saying,
To the ones left loving and lingering, like peach rose on...

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What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position?
How would I dare to assume  her secret duties, her un-ending cycles
Could I invoke such power, or must I simply become her?

Spin myself into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos transform my light...

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As Christmas draws near I contemplate my faith.
Jesus spent many years away, yet no one knows
For sure why, or where, or how, but destiny's lure.
When he happened upon meeting the teachers
Who would guide his steps with the knowledge
Needed in guiding ours, he was anointed with
Sacred...

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Becoming righteous is a high ask
who indeed can claim this real prize
for God declares all as sinners
so need God to give you rise

Being able to achieve righteous deeds
won't bring a righteousness divine
for deeds can't make you such
only God can show you His sign

God is the...

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Somehow, the deluge of cloudburst
unwraps my flesh pallid, as if to spill
holy water--maybe thickened dew—just
to give a name to lapses of my unheard cries,
while an insolent breeze fails to listen
as I howl in utter despair of love's requiem:

The thistle of wet soil chains my feet
anchored...

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Winter’s newborn fusses in blustered billows;
Colicked thunder rumbles from tantrumed lightning.      
    Blossoms nursing heavenward – April showers.
                  Christened is...

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Who are you really, when no one is watching?
What makes you think and act like you do?
When will you stop pretending and drop your disguises?
Where will you find your identity true?
Why not embrace the uniqueness of you?


8/26/12
For Harry Horseman's 5 W's contest...

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Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants 

Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out...

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When the leaves fall, 
I feel their green call to me
unto death. 
Whispering that what was fresh 
is no more. 
I hear their silence, see their veins 
weave through their becoming -  
from brittle leaves to tomorrow’s dust. 
And as the tree, limb to...

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BECOMING A WOMAN

Someday...
I will be all woman...

I will be the mother...
A mommy who will tenderly care..
A mama who will prepare..
A mom who will be her "kid's saver" .

I will be the wife...
The lawfully other half..
Who will stand on his husbands behalf..

I will be the light...

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Cunning like foxes,greedy as hyenas,they looked at me;
With widened eyes and wet lips,ready to grab me,like an angry lioness; 
And tear me like a beast and swallow me like the shark that swallowed Jonah.
I had become a bad child; as bad as war,
And they could...

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Softly
Sweetly
Caressing my soul
Silently, I shudder
I am blinded
By the sun in my eyes
As I look at you
And what is it I see
An old friend
A stranger
Funny, I can't recall
And, oh, that smile
Facetious
Knowing
So gentle
I think that you
May just be
A part of me
Soft lips
So tender against my skin
And we...

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I live in middle land between fuzzy bottom
and the high hazy skies
I peer down quantum wishing-wells, waves entangle
observed as they collapse
I scan beyond forever where dark matter lurks
in unforeseen disguise
I think I am, I blink, ... something is shifting there
reality perhaps

I count the zeroes descending...

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