Best Demetrius Poems
This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first joined. PSST! I’m certain they all have a sweet-tooth.
Demetrius Trifiatis, Silent One, Paul Callus, Victor Buhagiar, Chris Green, Peter Duggan and Darren White, Robert Lindley and George V - A big thank you to all you fine Poets.
I wade to you through peppermint streams
While thoughts of sugar plums dance in my head
And when on land I mark my way
With bright colored jelly beans of green and red
There are lollipop signs with delicious swirls
Atop red and white posts like candy canes
With delectable names like Chocolate Fudge Mews
Caramel Road and Honey Dew Lanes
Sweet Avenues and Streets - a mouth-watering choice
This yellow brick road looks so like Honey comb
Oh did you tell me to turn right or left?
Might take a bit longer to get to your home!
These bushes of delicious coconut cream kisses
And lolly golly bliss bombs ever so blue
Might tarry a bit while I sample these sweet treats
Don’t mind if I do - You won’t mind if I do?
Luscious flowers on that tree just like fairy floss
Oh my! Now this I cannot resist
Just another mouthful for along the way
Then lunch at 12 - you did insist
The ginger bread house that’s just up ahead
With a sweet fence surround like licorice twists
Its then that I see you waving to me
With a large box of chocolates - Oh what bliss!!
By The Glasser Sound Orchestra - Sugar Sugar
POTD 15th June 2017
Categories:
demetrius, candy, chocolate, kiss, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
Categories:
demetrius, beautiful, birthday, child, family,
Form:
Quatrain
To many things unknown to me
So many realities I fail to see
To love and it's boundless effects
Which leaves many with confusion and deep regrets
To the search for answers in places unthinkable
In light of harsh and foolish words unspeakable
To the glaze of your eyes through summer days
Much can be assured in your comfort ways.
Why I wonder with all that I have now
I have plenty yet I want more
I have love yet it is not enough
I have freedom to choose yet I do not
I have an abundance of family yet I am alone
I have a beautiful place I can call home
I have an boundless supply of food yet I am never nourished
I have hopes and dreams yet I fear them
Most of all I have you
This poem is dedicated to humanity
© Demetrius Boyd 2017
Categories:
demetrius, adventure, beauty, blessing, change,
Form:
Bio
By this time I was so used to falling asleep in the worlds most uncomfortable chairs that could be found on any floor of the hospital I was at with my mom
With my eyes closed I could hear a little girl singing in the hallway her words were it’s time it’s time it’s time
And yes it was the Holy Spirit was upon my heart it was time to get saved the doctors had told me my mother didn’t have much time left in the Holy Spirit said it’s time
Looking at my cell phone I had one bar left and it needed to be charged, I called a good friend of mine his name is Demetrius, Demetrious was a minister In Las Vegas Nevada, when I called him he was driving through the desert that patch of land that connects California with Nevada when I told him I needed to get saved he pulled over while he was driving on the desert road and told me to recite the sinners prayer a prayer he would stay with me and then asked me to repeat it.
30 years prior to this moment I tried to get saved for the first time but I didn’t take and I’ll tell you why, Because the first time I came to Jesus in a spirit of fear not surrender, this time it was total surrender. When my friend talked me through the sinners prayer I felt weight lifted from my chest and my friend said to me right now there’s a big celebration going on in heaven because you have beven saved. But I wasn’t done yet my mother needed to be saved and here she was lying in bed not conscious machines helping her to breathe I talked into my mothers year and I whispered to her mom I need for your life and you to be written in the book of life mom please except Jesus Christ as your personal savior she did not open her eyes.
The second day I tried one more time and rainy windy morning with the sky was filled with the darkest clouds every side of the sinners prayer in my mothers here shortly after that she opened her eyes I hold her in my arms and the sun pierced through the clouds that were filled with a storm she didn’t have to speak the words to me I knew that when she opened her eyes that was her way of telling me I’m sick too
Categories:
demetrius, beautiful, bible, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Smiling, it squirts its juices,
delighting in matchmaking,
just like Cupid, whose misaimed arrow,
it recalls, once struck it.
Lucentio and Bianca:
a happy match;
they owe much to it, it knows.
Lysander and Hermia;
Demetrius and Helena…
well, they eventually thanked it too.
But Queen Titania and Bottom…
Love-in-Idleness giggles
…A flower has to have its fun.
Its scans the sleeping eyes
wondering who is next
for its powerful love potion.
I’ve personified the flower, Love-in-Idleness (it mostly appears in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but is also briefly mentioned in The Taming of the Shrew)
for Deb’s contest
Categories:
demetrius, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
She is the gentlemen’s ultimate one dream girl,
She is a rogue who pompously goes the world in a swirl.
She is so called to be the best Queen Bee of all,
Deep inside is a rake Wanna bee of one famous gal.
She wears a smiling crown around her lovely hairy head,
Her sweetest angel scent smells like those flowery scented thread.
She’s a an ideal queen with a truly humbled personality,
That girl who wears a crown is childish in a comic reality.
She explicitly tells about her real emotions,
She’s obviously genuine in giving her friends’ attentions.
She easily gets irritated when they mock at her,
That childish reaction is so much funny to stare.
She is someone who I so always adore,
Confidences I see are fiery raging and soar.
That Queen in a yellow dress that always looks amazing,
Is a Queen on Demetrius fire who is incredibly fine and stunning.
Categories:
demetrius, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh spite, oh hell – to the Hell in my own name too!
The hell in love, the hell in romance, the hell of all men!
He being in my name as well of course… as if I’m made of men!
Do they control me? Na… funnily enough the sound of
my name’s conclusion… and what (no doubt) a modern man
would say at my fawning
Aside: What Demetrius feels about me without love’s potion.
for them. My name; partly made up of them all -
Hel e na.
He created me.
Created my name.
This man who shook history, shakes the
vast fields of stages still: created language,
created insults and idioms, created footlickers
and scullions and loons.
Aside: What Demetrius calls me, no doubt.
What if though, we were thrown into modern day -
we four tangled lovers? Our forest now a cobbled
city street, our names a hashtag or blend or
portmanteau of #Demena or #Hermander…
Aside: or #paintedmaypolegetsherman
…how my old Bard would laugh and
we would be his self-coined ‘laughing stock’.
I’ve been in ink and upon folio paper. Aloft a stage
and before groundlings: photographed on set, reviewed in
magazines, photoshopped
Aside: False imitation! Spurious image!
for internet trolls - a word
with a very different meaning to the faeries I’ve met.
How language adapts! But what, pray tell, stays?
Intrigue. Love. Summer seasons and shows,
his words, his characters - us and you and your
interest in him: a roundel we return to even
in his words we unknowingly use…
I should know of course… He made me after all…
Hel e na…
and you, in your hands and seats and voices,
still make me feel that same love and spite and Hell.
Neither of us are likely to be forgotten soon…
na.
Categories:
demetrius, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Her alluring abilities are what most draw them in. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Helena risks both mind and body in pursuit of Demetrius, through the forest she finally catches up to him, his own hard-hearted adamant, that which has drawn her toward him against her will. All though they had been charmed, it’s the magnetism that was awakened. Driven into the woods by the force of seduction, so do the repeated efforts of a man and woman, focused upon realizing a definite aimant of succeeding in their own sensuality. An affair triggered by intense chemistry.
Like adamant and Lodestone magnets, we are evidence of a force of attraction coursing through nature. Our seduction is strongly ignited by inner magic, magnetic fields. A universal soul in nature connects us to the world around us. Our core is like a magnet. We have powerful magnetic forces within us, and we exert hypnotic cohesion and repulsion between us.
Born with natural, distinctive magnetic energy we attract all the right people to us. The ancients believed this stone makes iron endowed with a force, shaping our identity, stars and planets tending to bodily health and offering future predictions.
Aimant, invokes the word aimer or to love. Sanskrit’s chumbaka or the kisser, in Chinese t’su shi, or the loving stone. Its magnetic properties have created the compass, the true north. Healing hands that woo, the energy flows through from the heart, captivating and tantalizing. It’s Earth’s magnetic field that pulls us in. Earth Herself is a huge magnet.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Friar Lawrence advises Romeo to temper his extreme passion for Juliet, warning that their hasty marriage could turn out like a “kiss” between fire and gunpowder, causing a short-lived but violent explosion that consumes them both.
We only have one twin flame, split from the same soul. That soul splits into two and produces its own beings on Earth, twin flames of each other. The presence of a strong, undeniable magnetic pull between soulmates. It would be far too intense an experience to have more than one soulmate.
Categories:
demetrius, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Hermia and Helena are ready to fight each other.
The same can be said for Demetrius and Lysander.
To keep this party of four from throwing a fist,
I will cover them all with a thick morning mist.
They will fruitlessly chase each other without a doubt.
Each one will fall asleep when they are all tired out.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
Categories:
demetrius, fairy, fantasy, literature,
Form:
Light Verse
My green in white snow
Snow blanket on your red scarf
Quake in your pockets
My nuggets of snow
Seeking handfuls of red warmth
Your hibiscus glow
Cool snow embracing
You redden further in flame
Jingle steps in veins
Let snow melt in joy
Let beauty come out dimpling
Our neurons mingling
________________________________________
Inspiration from the photo of snow on flowers
in the haiku ‘Snow Flakes V” By Demetrius Trifiatis,
dated 10/01/2017
Categories:
demetrius, life, love, red, snow,
Form:
Choka
Told To Fit Mold
Now worn down and things are growing old;
Affirmative Actions forces us to fit a mold;
Forced to do;
Both me and you;
Am tired of doing what we have been told.
James Horn
Legislating civil rights creates many conflicts,
problems and difficulties. I had a Master's
Degree, with six years experience as a labor
economist and a 35 year old veteran whose
father was killed on active duty on Carrier Intrepid.
A 22 year old black female with a BA degree received
the job due to Affirmative Action. This was in
Federal Civil Service. I was really hurt and the
GS-14 who was doing the hiring retired and
was tired of having to put up with Affirmative
Action. I have tried to remain positive but it
wasn't easy. His name was Demetrius Mosanides.
Categories:
demetrius, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Lysander, my father's decision does not favor us.
By law, he wants me to marry Demetrius.
If I do not marry him, it's either death or chastity.
Lysander, I love you. You're the only one for me.
Tonight, let's meet in the woods and leave this city.
Away from Athens, we will eventually have each other.
Besides, I know Demetrius has another lover.
Helena loves him, but he has no feelings for her.
He must have a change of heart. There has to be a way.
Let's leave this place for we can no longer stay.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
Categories:
demetrius, literature, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I've seen a few murders with the naked eye.
And if you're reading this poem no need to be surprised why.
The streets had me blind since I was 11 years old.
And now at the age 27 I need to make sure all my stories get told.
The last murder is what really hurt the most.
I should have told him about the word of God first.
But he was so deep in the streets in his eyes there was no hope.
And as he took his last breath, my new life started.
Just to see the fear in his eyes as his body left earth I felt departed.
I felt responsible for his death.
Because we were together and having fun I remembered he was so happy to hear he was having a son.
I just never got a chance to tell him about God's plan.
Till this very day I can still see the blood on my hands.
I will miss you always Demetrius Simpson
Categories:
demetrius, life,
Form:
Epic
Puck, being a dummy is something you can't deny.
You took that flower's nectar, and put it on the wrong guy.
Lysander was intended to be the lover of Hermia.
Now, he has fallen in love with the other woman, Helena.
Helena has two lovers; Demetrius and Lysander whom you mistook.
Hermia and Helena are about to have a donnybrook.
Get me the flower that will reverse Lysander's spell.
Hurry before this scene becomes a living hell.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
Categories:
demetrius, confusion, literature,
Form:
Rhyme
one must be addicted to truly love fortnite
i like to bully kids
it made me really want to chug jug with you
my dog REALLY has to poo
bullying is fun
too late he did something in my shoe
what is life
aw shucks demetrius demarcus bartholomew james the 3rd
oh no i think i have to poo now
poopy gotta run
i went outside to fully connect with my ancestors
they said “you suck”
oh no i think i’m turning into a monkey
oo oo ah ah monkey noises?
this is what happens when you play fortnite
ya poop and become a monkey
i pooped so loudly the earth beneath me rumbled
it shot like a rocket, which then i fumbled
i propelled into space, flying through the stars
i had to learn how to spit some bars
i had found some cookie jars
flashy cars
i really wish i was dead
or in be
instead it was the FORTNITE that made me think
it made me see
all the world
why do i exist
kill me please
Categories:
demetrius, abortion, angst, birth, cute
Form: