Best Constrain Poems
FEELINGS
Feelings,
Masters of my destiny
Lords of my life
Strength of my dreams
Instigators of my actions
Burning fire you are
Consuming my whole
Being:
My heart
My mind
My soul
My spirit,
As you relentlessly
Demand:
To be conceived
To be formulated
To be understood
To be expressed!
A Herculean task it is,
I swear,
Such an enterprise,
For how one could ever
Constrain, you, the unconstrained
And mold you into:
Phonemes
Syllables
Words
Phrases
Sentences
And still, retain
Your explosive
Dynamism?
No language exists,
So vast
So deep
So accurate
So supple
As to pay justice,
To your intensity
To your desire
To your beauty
To your love!
Thus, having no
Alternative,
I turn to the only language
There is,
The one that the
Cosmos speaks,
And
The universe alone
Comprehends:
The language of
Harmony,
That we humans
POETRY name
BUT
Even then
To describe you
I AM UNABLE!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2013
The Power of One
Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of plagues escaping
From an ancient land of sand and tombs
With locusts warning of hope’s starvation
To escort the darkness rising
Turning pleas into ashes – weeping into stone -
Pounding on the mountainsides where sweetest spice
Withers beneath lullabies
Robbed of serenity’s grace -
Flowing furious on fevered winds
Pushing reveries and faith out on a ledge -
Not knowing right from left
Or up from down -
No words of clarity in
In the whirlwind’s barren chrysalis,
To hem in - to constrain -
With invisible shrilling waves of crisis
Whipped up by anguish
That binds the wildly beating, frantic heart,
Like a captured sparrow;
To scoff, to jeer, to overlook,
The single bloom standing up,
Trembling like new leaves on thinnest branches,
Scanning galaxies of prophetic possibility,
Then lean on visionary stars
That shatter with the speed of light
The hovering shadow of inertia’s darkest enchantment,
Sending out the solitary song of meadowlarks,
Still caroling through deafness, not silenced,
Not bending to the ill winds moaning
And the chaos screaming,
To scatter seeds of spring not born
Like unseen winged flyers;
To see beyond and past descending doom,
Into that far and sheltered arbor
With dreams of wisdom and young visions -
Outside the grasp of calamity,
Beyond the dark horizon -
Enticing with an alluring fragrance gather back
Into the benediction of the ever circling eternal seasons
Promising….
Though I have no wish to die now
for this moment I feel much joy
ah death it courts me being coy
A time may come I know not how
yes endings have a fatal lure
and death like life can be demure
when sorrow rings my ashen brow
and springtime's warmth I can't retain
for flesh, but clay it does constrain
until that day I'll rail and howl
I'll paint the pictures in my mind
and stare at holy lights that blind
for life is precious, this I know
now leave sweet death, and let me sleep
today is not the day you'll reap
Though I have no wish to die now,
a time may come I know not how,
when sorrow rings my ashen brow,
until that day I'll rail and howl,
for life is precious, this I vow.
1/22/14
On the bank of the James River,
Virginia Colony,
a proposal was conceived to constrain the African fire.
The ploy, a real achievement in the West-Indian settlements.
In Rome, bodies were paraded along the byways,
to make a statement.
My Massa used ropes.
We dangled by our necks like roosters in a slaughter house.
When the pining for liberty was stirred up in the marrows of our bones,
we set ablaze a few bungalows,
and murder some dumb beasts.
The statement we made was called an uprising.
The fields were abandoned, the livestock ran wild,
and the slothful young mistress had to breast-feed her own child.
The scheme had the ingredients of breaking a mule,
and Virginia Colony was the first lab for creating fools.
A prophet’s blessing was given to the merchants,
and black diamonds were shipped;
they were purged of the soil of the mother land.
A new being was fashioned, dependent on Massa.
A man was set against his consort and his seeds,
and the whips wrote rules on our backs in their faces;
our pride drained from the gorges in our hides,
and respect slowly seeped from their eyes.
The bond was broken;
a ***** was concocted
without the spirit of Ghana, the Warrior King,
and the Ashanti, the pre-colonial backbone.
Should we not push as a woman in nativity for the renaissance?
Rain gently falls this autumn night
Her thoughts caressed in misty flight
As she walks on the lonely lane
Shadows cast a ghostly refrain
There's not another soul in sight
These peaceful vibes bring her delight
This quietude, a welcome plight
No noise to crowd her or constrain...
Rain gently falls
Pitter patter rhythms then invite
Autumn's sad song to reach its height
"Neath her umbrella she'll remain
Within the fallen leaves domain
Walking towards a distant light -
Rain gently falls......
---
Contest name: Form R
Sponsor: Broken Wings
6/30/17
“But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous judgment will be revealed.” ~Romans 2:5-11
I am at odds with this world
bearing ill will toward all,
There’s a moral outrage brewing
within me that I’m unable to constrain…
A scream I cannot voice,
A pain I suffer in silence.
It’s like I am on a crusade to
right the wrongs of the people
and punish those responsible,
To exact revenge on those who
have soiled the fabric of our society.
Unbeknownst to me,
this seething resentment
is raging deep within my soul
toward the self-serving segment —
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life
while the populace at large die of hunger.
Some wallow in luxury and extravagance--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned by the plight of the multitude
living in a squalid condition
deprived of the basic human needs.
Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell-bent
on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful,
selfish, corrupt, arrogant, marauders,
warmongers and self-indulgent thugs.
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot...
Lord, it’s time to unleash upon the world
the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse.
~03/04/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge "J" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Once in a while we both may smile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile
Pondering down memory lane
In delight of the loving game.
Do you feel flames of love again
In that burning, yearning constrain
Seeing us sat upon a stile
Once in a while we both may smile.
A kiss betwixt our lips tactile
Erstwhile we were young and agile
Frolicking in showers of rain
Pondering down memory lane.
In Paris on the river Seine
With a bubbly glass of champagne
Serenaded many a mile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile.
I replay music Celtic style
Smitten by the Emerald Isle
Seen from the comfort of a train
In delight of the loving game.
Now I’m back from memory lane
And we split anew once again
In dreams we’ll dance again in style
Love reconciled, once in a while.
Conventional wisdom means:
Compliments
Smiles
Artificial flowers
Restraint and order
It’s like an English garden
Trimmed and accurate
Where nature is masked
And curves are beaten
It’s like an artificial flavour
Disguising the sweetness
Of the fruit
To constrain, to restrain
To hide, to abstain
Conventional wisdom is
Quiet and nice
Polished and wise
Yet sometimes like volcanic
Magma the feelings burst
Out unconventionally
Proclaiming my spirit my
Pain my laughter my
Essence – unconventional
And wild – like
The howling wind
The ocean storm where
Everything is thrown aside
And gets very messy
And not very quiet and wise like
An English Garden
Grow not too tall nor so far away son
Plant not your tendrils deep in new ground
Thinking newness your past can now outrun
Stay in touch let your heart remain homebound
Tree too tall without deep roots falls subject
to any strong wind, let those roots remain
Planted in truth grow toward right_connect
With justice, let love's seeds grow don't constrain
Reach up to touch shining stars capture love
Reel it in let love flow through you to all
Love is key_even though at times unheard of
Remember God's Word don't be like King Saul
Don't grow to proud, high, mighty, arrogant.
Intellect_ learning _start to mightily flaunt
Click on "About This Poem"
In eternity past, God would ordain
a place to which Satan would appertain.
Darkness ruled in this void and vile domain
wherein grief, grudges and greed were germane;
addicted to force, would Lucifer wane?
Outright rebellion goes against God’s grain,
His plan called for a selfless Savior slain.
Demons tried to distract this one in vain;
from the world’s evil, He vowed to abstain
and pledged earthly woes to gladly constrain.
Destined to be a Redeemer who’d reign,
He drained himself of glory, heaven’s gain.
Jesus, the Christ, chose the cross and its pain,
suffering rejection, mankind’s disdain.
Mercy, grace, love and justice, His campaign.
August 5, 2019
contest: Emile Pinet, Eight Word Challenge
For All Things There Is A Purpose
Written: by Miracle man
12-16-2019
My morning quiet time, always conduces creativity,
This endeavor precludes, each day’s passivity.
Lingering health issues, continue to constrain,
Being unable to do much, causes me mental strain..
But my life wasn’t spared to just sit and whine,
My days stacked together are a huge ball of twine.
I was left for a purpose that only God is seeing,
And some days I’ve questioned my reason for being.
During a 45 day period of time I had,
Severe Spinal Stenosis surgery November 15, 2016
Open heart surgery on December 27, 2016
Sudden Cardiac Arrest on January 1, 2017
Doctors had “put out the fire and called the dogs,” Yet here I am!
What a testimony to God’s greatness
to those who witnessed this chapter of my life.
Tom
A friend of a friend told me you were looking for me
I feel there's much to be said cuz u can't hear what you can see
Things are getting worse than what they shouldn't even be
The many faces of a single person
And the many people to a single face
My thoughts are paced
We need to talk but you're secluded in your own little space
Still I opt to chase
Hoping my eyes will dictate what my heart has embraced
Come to me
You're thoughts I desire to know
Your moods, they change like a picture slide show
Where we've been nobody else is bold enough to go
But in hate and disgust you chose to go toe to toe
Why deal a hand of pain
When all it does is entertain
Only in vain
Taking the focus off what you have decided to constrain
I'm referring to those emotions that remain quietly unattained
Can we just make things easy?
All you have to do is come to me
Let it go and let things of the past be
This can only work both ways, and your trust is the key
Another apology isn't necessary, but still, this is my plea.
When they leave,don’t complain
Let them go without constrain
Be thankful for they dint leave a sprain
For like herpes they will always be back with a strain
Yes forever like herpes they will strain to pain
This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This country has gone bottom up!’
Since when did our nation get twisted
Into a totalitarian state?
Where certain minorities have their say
Fuelling the ‘BNP’s’ fires of hate
They wouldn’t have even dare to constrain
The Welsh, the Irish or Scots
Who if told not to wear their teams colours
Would rather be hung, drawn, quartered or shot
Their sense of pride in their history
And for their Countries, is world renowned,
For England to bow to the vociferous few
Would be letting the team in South Africa down
Not to mention our troops in Afghanistan
Fighting terror so we can live free
Nailing their colours to the mast
Standing proud in the fight for their country
We here in England must echo that pride
As onwards all ‘our boys’ forge
And I for one, will be flying my flag
For Queen, Country, ‘boys’ and Saint George.
When once
taught laws
from past
pretense
constrain;
hold back
One wakes
to find
he's hence
so sought
and fought
Now bought...
His true
Reward