Best Dominion Poems
Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle, in the eyeful name of faith. Thanking you, for boldness, tameness,and firmness.
I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.
I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure, and I storm up fame with your delicate power of iron blood.
Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning, mountain above humankind, changing their hearts into dead bats. But I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.
Even when my voice has sank, bone is bunt, and my spirit is crashing in the waves of the vultures.
You still refresh the train of my circle wonder and turned my illusion into a real vision and a rightful soul.
Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange and glow, and the rain of my blessing shower more than the delightful face of sown.
I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face, your rod will always fight for me.
My eyes will always be opened with understanding and courage,because I am made golden and fruitfully amazed.
Thank you, for having your light into my sight and height.
Your gifts will always be my sun and blood, while downfall; will always run and flood.
Hooh...HaaaH!!!..so shall be!.
I wish to make a case for justice
For I feel quite justified
Here at the court
of love's dominion
My grievances surely
Will be satisfied
Your crime is one that's so egregious
A crime of passion multiplied
The details of a sorted sort
May likely cause a strange division
Yet I choose to trust the jury
I beg them to be unified
I thought your ruse was so ingenious
A love noble and dignified
Yet here today in this report
I desire for once a fair decision
For in my heart there is a fury
That I believe is justified
Your beauty rendered me delirious
My once sharp mind was simplified
Then I became a meager sort
Captured by our sinful indiscretion
For you not once was there a worry
That our love could not be sanctified
These charges layed, were very serious
Yet today they were not satisfied
It seems justice, came up a little short
Leaving me to draw my own conclusion
You fooled the men upon the jury
Your sexy looks, fully maximized!
If only Justice had been truly blind.
Your Heart would surely be confined!
For Justin's "Love Justice" contest
“History repeats itself”...
this bad, ferocious creature
outside of us, beyond any
personal control, that “rears
its ugly head”, and strikes
“again and again”, delivering
a fatal dose of worldly poison –
Let's be clear, every day is
a new history, though similarities
with old may exist – what hasn't
changed are people, the concentration
of lethal venom in our lazy, self-centered,
yet to to be conquered souls –
Stop being reactionary! Take dominion!
If we wait on evil...we will fall – as
individuals, and a humanity –
There is no compromising with wrong –
Summon the spirit of Chamberlain,
and ask him, how did that all go with
Hitler?
I remember taking Grandpa to the train, (Repost)
Marvelling how anything so huge,
Bellowing steam and smoke and cinders,
Could be controlled by men.
Then while flying in the war,
I marvelled that insignificant man,
Could conquer anything as vast as the sky.
Then I watched as Armstrong strolled on Luna,
And marvelled that limitless space was not,
For it too had been conquered by man.
How strange then, for me to realise,
That the heart of man, invincible and more,
Conquerer of all that stands before it,
Can be reduced to less than a gelatinous mass,
Unable to stand or even to try,
When faced with the love in a little girls'
smile.
'wind is pounding in my heart'
It tears across the steppes and plain, it guides my mind and eases pain
Whithin the yurt, upon the road, it whets my mind; eases the loads
I've rode it's Breast ten thousand times,' with banner high the yak tails nine
Its of my blood, throughout my race, we hold it near'in flood; or trace
It's face is clear,, it's embrace strong, we sing it's praise riding along
The clatter of the ponys hooves, not loved by those who dwell neath rooves.!
The pallid sallow, wall surrounded.. And when we start they'll be astounded..'
We ride hard two days and nights, to charge and wheel; and ever strike.'
To clear a space, where yurts can be; then to move in travel free
To wake to different scenes around, to venture quickly into feotid towns
To take a bargain, to strike a deal; to return to the fire, and let sleep steal
And in this act, renew our mettle, to grasp each chance with finest fettle.
'For the contest of Constance Lafrance'
'Be inspired by your muse'
Written 17 8 2022
death shall have no dominion
Dominion of Canada
Canada goose
goose egg
egg salad
salad days
days of our lives
lives in the balance
balance the budget
budget rent a car
karmaloop
loopmasters
Masters of the Universe
universal love
love and hate
hate your guts
guts but no brains
brains blown out
out of our minds
mindset
set your watch
watch TV
vegan pizza
pizza crust
crust of bread
bread and water
water bottle
bottle of beer
beer Vikings
Viking invasion
invasion of privacy
sea to shining sea
Seattle, Washington
washing clothes
clothes make the man
maneater
eater of flesh
fleshtone
tone it down
down the drain
drain clog
clogged sink
sink or swim
swimsuits
suits me fine
fine dining
dining out
outcast
cast a shadow
shadow
cast
In our hands has come the power
to make deserts bloom in shades
yet, to grow within we need aide.
Much alike are we, all flower.
The leaf which draws like fingered hands
the field, and mountain make demands.
We must mend all, we've devoured.
The sea's cry with hurricanes
'clean cut' mount's with acid disdain,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
with strong hands and hearts, our true task
refill our gifted and earthly cask.
In our hands, God gave the power
to fulfill this great holy geas
if we are to be what's to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our hands has come the power
much alike are we, all flower,
we must mend all, we've devoured,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
in our hands, God gave the power.
Point of reference never came.
I waited eons just to see
The clever end of destiny.
To me it always looks the same...
Though gender changes time to time,
Salacious souls we re-define.
The numbers tell what's in the name.
Let intuition's second sight
Guide the lost toward heaven's light.
Are we the fools and life's a game?
We seem to dwell on other's flaws
A tune well played by karmic laws.
We endure life's eternal flame.
To live and learn can be sublime;
Our birth and death are both divine.
Point of reference never came.
To me it always looks the same...
The numbers tell what's in the name.
Are we the fools and life's a game?
We endure life's eternal flame.
1-3-2010
(Constanza form)
Let us, my darling,
In
This world of continuous strife
Where
One force is in constant conflict with the other, since
The beginning of time,
A serene place for us to find-within the eye of
Discord’s cyclone
That
We could the dominion of our love to establish
So as
Oblivious to dissention forever to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 November 2015
Harmonious happiness hangs heavily hiding
From fear freedom factories
Emanating energy entangling
Clear conscious creating
Preventing precious purpose piety
Limiting love lighting lengthy life
Outstanding omnipotent observation opens
Kindred kings knowing kingdom…
Domain or dominion
Angels squabble at the alter
Receive thy holy bread
the boulevard is desolate
as is the light that cracks bleeds
runs here there everywhere!
trash drafts like ghosts
in the flicker of dying neon
something races head long into oblivion
damnation at its heels
in death throws, broken, hanging
like the vagrant dead languish...
eons in ruined halls,
its shadows cover odd oblong onyx boxes...
Dominion...!
along desolations boulevards
(eyes watch)
a blast of white, crimson
rockets down the empty blacktops
running ages long its infernal engines
burning white-hot...
thump N hummmm!
DOMINION
lost buildings hang together
like the damned; silhouetted skeletal things!
in detonations aftermath!
a carriage lurches, coughs, wheezers
the ancient apparatus grinds to a halt
something Burns, sparks...
the death rattle of broken machinery...
the drifting of white smoke,
ghosts from the things heart.
in tombs hollow oblong boxes
sits darkly as silence is felt
waiting for the coming of None
Dominions...
a vehicle silhouetted against
the flowing street lights
of ice white lines
rockets down the empty blacktops
running in ages long
as infernal engines
hummmm!
Thrumm!
Burnnnnn!
DOMINION!
Smoldering, hollowed-out holocaustic
homes line the boulevards.
as falling bombs detonate in rain
images blur…
along desolations boulevards
DOMINION!
In fretful sleep I weightlessly drifted
hours beyond the sun's cosmic dominion
where I perceived the entire world shifted
ten degrees off course, in my opinion
I glimpsed violet glimmers of twilight
while I seemed to be suspended in time
Clocks ticked in synchrony during the night
Whispered words were uttered in perfect rhyme
High flowed the tide of moonlight's procuring
as I wrestled the sheets for serenity of sleep
I tossed and turned, while tiresomely enduring
the unyielding baas and mehs of leaping sheep
I surrendered, then tumbled from my bed
with listless body. My eyes, bloodshot red
September 12, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Against the velvet backdrop of infinity,
majesty beyond effulgence’ grasp--
it stands to intermit the boundless void,
an orb of sapphire blue--resolute, in
disregard of eons passing, it withstands.
Now from cherished land arising, thunderous noise,
mingled with coruscant light--flames and
smoke of war. Weapons sold for profit, not to women
but to men and boys, whose errant thought is
lust for power, wealth and fleeting majesty.
In ages past was written of our dominion over things above
and unsullied ground beneath our feet. Unwritten but implied,
forgotten duty to act on behalf of earth.
Our failure this, we set ourselves before the world.
Better should dominion over self prevail.
Virginian From Old Dominion Horn Limerick
What he seemed to be was a Virginian,
From state that they call Old Dominion;
No common sense and nary a grain;
Brain was run over by a fast train;
Was a moron if you want my opinion.
Mark Riegell, a representative from
Virginia I just saw on TV news.
Jim Horn