Best Groundwork Poems
where the heart leads
adventures follow
daring hearts
geared up to go
enthusiasm soaring
anticipating the challenge
forging ahead with confidence
thriving on the lust for conquest
lay groundwork for elation
swooping in wholeheartedly
eager to launch each escapade
lunge and pounce with conviction
high on the taste of freedom
riding the waves of time
deriving satisfaction
biting into life
measure man against himself
alone in the universe
master of his destiny
owning his achievements
implode with passion
Published in my 24-page photo book ~DIVING IN~ 2019
Read on air by invitation ~ August 25, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on August 13, 2019
Categories:
groundwork, adventure, confidence, freedom, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
How rare, how innate this journey
manifests to be, the foreshadowing
of a loners blessing.
That intuitive thought to travel
with when my third eye seems blemished.
A mannequin of myself hidden in
longevity, that has yet to spoil.
I sometimes allow thoughts to slip
away from this safe haven,
thereby welcoming consequences,
consequences only an amateur
would allow.
In this game of similar links,
I’m quickly reminded of a presence
bestowed upon me.
Those allies illustrated for battle.
Only a true soldier could retrace these
portraits, heavy pages of uncertainty that we failed
to erase. I’m grateful however, of the genuine flame it
ignited.
We defeated the irrelevant
hazing, and found the blueprint for
camaraderie.
A groundwork for future war scars discovered
in our spirit. Overtime we prayed, and
received that undaunted
scent.
Still, perhaps in this physical scene,
There lies too much symmetry for this
parallel vision.
Some fade away as a result,
anticipating a reunion in higher
dimensions.
But as this masterpiece continues to illuminate,
I praise God for this muse called friendship.
Categories:
groundwork, allegory, appreciation, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him, distant from fellow peers.
~~[Van Gogh]~~
Impressed of his art garnered some interest in his style,
Oppressed, a constant companion only he can befriend,
Obsessed by what he drew insanely violent he withdrew,
Distressed he found salvation in asylums to not descend.
~~[Wheatfield With Crows]~~
Crows, black gawking, feed in a meadow ache for harvest,
Know that art needs to be made, scheme food for thought,
Those sinister birds, a murder of crows festering the grain,
Throes a fit mocking 'em, flys, pained him more than aught.
~~[Starry Night]~~
Bleak sky of blues, stars gave rise to a miracle been made,
Streak of a sprawl unfurls his heavens tethered madness,
Speak not lest he loses his concentration, maintains focus,
Meek town his groundwork, lofty jewel amidst the sadness.
~~[Bedroom At Arles]~~
Red, that laid on a bed, table, chairs, paintings on the wall,
Said was where he severed his ear, water bowl mirror hung,
Head bandaged where he bled, he does a self-portrait of it,
Deadman walking, Gauguin part ways, no song to be sung.
~~[Self-Portrait Bandage Ear And Pipe]~~
Drew closer, when they were both young, be such friends,
Few friends Van Gogh had, Gauguin was at that moment,
Grew apart after Vince shaving Paul, Vince wanted to hurt,
Knew time together was getting just a bit grave and potent.
~~[House At Auvers]~~
Return to Arles made Van Gogh happy for good times there,
Upturn spirits was a rarity, too few and far in the middle,
Discern with him was questionable because he's unstable,
Concern for his good, art kept him busy, else is second fiddle.
~~[Doctor Gachet]~~
Fields back of the house, a pistol, he plans to shoot himself,
Wields his pistol, shoots, nobody hears, years gun lays hidden,
Yields his brother Theo to his side as doctor aides him little,
Shields truth futile, his art was world-renown, dies bedridden.
Categories:
groundwork, art, character, mental illness,
Form:
Lento
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ~ Samuel Beckett
Line of enquiry: Newton’s First Law of Motion (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
love is contagious
fall in love
and many suitors will crawl out of the worn woodwork
a plethora of choices
confusing and so tempting
their motivation puzzling
spurred on by the common herd mentality
similar to following the politician who embraces pseudo-science
they do not have brakes
if you do not love
everything
and everyone seem hostile
escaping to your private abditory
might protect you from hurtful experience
but like a mixed metaphor
an implicature will lead to a pratfall
requiring others to mop up after you
your inertia inevitably noted
interaction with others
forms groundwork
for relationships
the external stimuli
essential for the development of empathy
open heart and mind
as a stagnant entity just cannot grow
but happily balter through the cobbled streets of life
validate your existence
Categories:
groundwork, philosophy, science,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Oh, Trust,
You are the blessed cornerstone of every
Relationship.
You are the durable rock of
Dependence.
You are the unshakable groundwork
Of reliance.
For that reason
Only upon your unyielding foundations we
Should build any edifice:
Of care
Of partnership
Of friendship, and
Of love,
So as
No earthquake of doubt,
No storm of distrust,
No thunderbolt of suspicion-
No matter how powerful they might be-
Would ever succeed in reducing it,
To RUINS!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2021
Categories:
groundwork, endurance, relationship, trust,
Form:
Free verse
I learned that I should eat my dessert first
For I am older, and I might die. But I didn't.
I learned that people are enthusiastic and loving.
And that in order to keep them, I have to do a little work.
I learned that to rejuvenate myself I have to make my own fun.
So I do that by painting cartoon canvases, and seeing grandchildren.
I learned that I do not want to spend a minute being bored.
And that I am in charge of my time, and how to spend each second.
I learned that it is okay to make an excuse and let go of
Whiny needy angry people even if they are your relatives.
Yesterday I learned to set the groundwork so I could
Thoroughly enjoy the day. Tomorrow I will learn more...
Categories:
groundwork, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
To know just where your're going
You must know where you've been
You must respect the history
The things others have seen
It's true in all things relative
Be it music, sports or life
If you don't know where you came from
You're just dancing on a knife
Gherig, Ruth and Robinson
May, and Mantle, Seaver too
Respect their contributions
And don't just say Ruth who?
Respect where things have come from
And the players of the past
Because you learn and make things better
It's what makes the damn game last
Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline
Nestor Chylak and The Goose
They made baseball special
They gave the game a little juice
Orr, Richard and Gretzky
Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz
You have to know about them
You need the beginning to your ends
Bob Baun and Bill Barilko
Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief
You have to know their history
They're what it is to be a Leaf
The game has changed immensely
Things can not go back in time
But to me...the old alumni
Made the game I know as mine
Respect the ones before you
The ones who laid the groundwork down
The ones who made it special
The non-pretenders to the crown
Elvis, Buddy, Harrison
Played the songs inside their heart
Lennon, Wilson and the rest
They all played a real big part
Every single generation
should learn from the one before
For if they don't know where they've come from
Then what has it all been for?
Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones
Sarazen and Hogan too
They pushed the gameright to it's limits
Now the pressure's upon you
The new breed are the teachers now
They're the ones to lead the way
When twenty or so years from now
You'll hear somebody say
"Respect who came before you
The ones who made us so damn proud
LIke Nash and , Perry and Taylor Hall
They played the game so loud
Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander
they brought it up a notch
They were there to stretch the limits
Not to just sit by and watch
Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan
Bubba, Dustin and the rest
They are the players of the future
They all respected the games best
So, to know where you are going
You must know where you have been
Respect, past through the future
And all that's happened in between.
Categories:
groundwork, baseball, football, games, history,
Form:
Rhyme
In the modern age
Of canvassing
Before Political Elections
Isn't it funny ?
How threat's seem to happen
To National Security
So strength and leadership can be
Viewed and manipulated
Into placing your X in a Box
Like a cunning fox
You had me at Scared
The groundwork has been prepared
For total submission
Unequivocally without reason
It's hunting season
And the masses are the target
Are. you a patriot
Hail the all conquering Leader
Are you a true believer
Are you willing to put hate before love
Because you have been provoked to
Are we sheep
Do we bleat
Or do we speak
The voice of 1
Or can we overcome
Or are we valued less
Than gas and oil
And paper money
And conned into propping up it
Categories:
groundwork, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Ageing, is an enigma!
For instance, youngsters, can't hardly wait!
They wish the years, to quickly pass!
So, they can drive a car, and date!
The middle-age years, are most active, by far!
With career, marriage, and such!
We lay, the groundwork, for our retirement.
So, when it comes, we won't worry, too much!
During latter years, our vision is poor.
We have trouble, trying to hear!
Our discussions with friends, are quite different,
while conversing, over a beer!
It's "what's the results of your MRI?"
"How was your CAT SCAN, today?"
"What medications are you taking, my friend?"
"Are you sure your insurance, will pay?"
Yes, the process of ageing is varied.
You do the best, you can do!
Things constantly change, as time goes on,
how you handle them's, up to you!
Categories:
groundwork, growing up, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
I live,lie, remember, coincide, differentiate, comply, unengage
and elder scope/scape/surrender of an ageinal inconsequence,
defined by a truthful social ever structure of age
copius indifferent indignence. I love the interplay
as when it plays itself out to their post war interims,
they are us and
their children are the "them". Fogotten, out of place, yet
pushing their inner/outer cultural, "of cooler than now propriority,
that tomorrow negates that ever American set culture value
of follow the leaders, WTH matters? Space, time, war, atomic
consequence, Fascism, Communism, Americanism, Earthism,
WTFI??? Y can't we all just take a step back, evulate the scope of
all relevant planetary issues, get together and FIX all that intertwines
the stupid, intrepid, anxious, ridiculous, monetary, human, potential for good
and solvency as prescribed by the powers at be. Here, u r on yr own. This is where we live; I wasn't asked to be born, my sons did not asked to be here.
So what am i to decipher from this patten, scripture, plan from whatever, other divine intervention, that seeks to be ring us together, to lay the groundwork for our future and to house all things Godlike, past, present, future. Can I rely, believe, contemplate, restore, evaluate, bely, and finally accept, denote, and comply to the final abrition that God is God and I am nothing
but a weary, insigificant mortral, without reproach,
miniscule, a human nothing, so as to redeem myself as a
postitve humannnnn being in the realm of your acquired aerial acceptance? Where do I, can I, will I go to/from here given the pretenses of my gladular pexperiences sometimes of a never of ever goodness. Needs to be met, without a real doubt of immediate conscience. Cum and go. Can I rise to that promised premise? NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Thanks, probably not.
Categories:
groundwork, birth, death, introspection, recovery
Form:
Free verse
"Hopeless devotion" sounds ever so fake;
my heart is spellbound but my mind's not found.
I wonder will the pangs of your heart ache
when longing harangues and I'm not around?
There is no honest gain to your crying;
it is just a chain which does not restrain.
How wide - the gap of insincere lying?
It serves to unwrap memories of pain.
This falling in love stuff is too easy;
yes, to hang is rough and to bond is tough.
I am asking, “How long will you love me?”
Your forever may not be strong enough.
Changing the paradigm, we can adjust.
We have hills yet to climb; hope at its prime.
We'll build love's foundation on truth and trust.
Laying them as groundwork will take some time.
written 6 June 2016
using these three song prompts
A Time for Us by Andy Williams
Hopelessly Devoted to You by Olivia Newton-John
When I Fall in Love by Rick Astley
for contest: Teppo Gren's Golden Oldies # 3
also entered in contest: John Hamilton's Your Best Rhyming Poem (2/1/17)
Categories:
groundwork, 11th grade, emotions, love,
Form:
Quatrain
GREAT-one of size, long duration, importance, prominent, noble, illustrious, dignified,
renowed, mavelous, magnificent, and as an intimate friend in a relationship by one
generation to another. GRAND- one of Gentlewoman, two of Gaiety, three of Gentry, four
of the Glamour of your Groundwork of all the Gratitude for beginning's of the Genuine
Grand's to com. MOTHER- not just the one whom gives us birth definitely the one whom has
those moments of - Magnaminity, Authority, Notability, Pregnancy, Repute Size, not at all the
least that sternness of Superiority. What better words of compound describe's the Great-
Grand-Mother "THE MOTHER OF PEARL'S"... Respect for the Sun that rises and shines in me
also for all those rainy times too... Ready with her teaching's about LIFE-LOVE's us dearly
even when we think we know a better way! "Tough love given; once understood accept's it
with all appreciation of admiration of reason for lesson's learned. Guess what --Love is in
the heart's of many. Even though it may not be said or showed to you the fact is Believe
this "PRAISE" IS DUE TO ALL MATRIARCH's for their pure love of teaching. ALL PEARL'S ARE
A GEM - GEM'S ARE CHERISHED: The Mother-of-Pearl's are cherished in the least this
magnanimous matriach of a woman must be given her endearment of
eminence...........
Categories:
groundwork, black-african amerlove,
Form:
Unleash your slumbered passions
For all the world to see.
Embrace Spring in all its glory
To let the dregs of winter be.
Move with purpose and intention...
Making bold of what's to come.
Lay some groundwork for achievement...
Hear the call of feral drums.
Spring demands of us a reckoning
As winter's cruelty fades away...
Giving germ and seed to possibility...
We are bound for better days.
Who among us hasn't welcomed
The flowers as they bloom?
Who among us doesn't sanctify
The end of winter's gloom?
There is no argument one can offer...
So let the vernal warmth in hearts dwell
As it would be a cruel trick on Nature
To not make something of ourselves.
The End
Categories:
groundwork, april, hope, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The seeds to the story being, the plot, helps the tree grow in poetry.
Idea's sprout up from this poet's seed, his imagination, and imagery with words
are his or hers own water, which makes this metephorical tree bloom fully into
final fruitation.
A dictionary or Spellchecker program may be considered that tree's fertilization,
later put into the groundwork of it's compilational completion.
A final editing might be considered the sun like rays, which in turn, fulfills it's final
honed growth.
Categories:
groundwork, education, imagination, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
I am the child, of a child, of a child, of a child, of a slave. They were the children, of the
children, of the children of kings, Queens, scholars and worriers of Africa.
I am the descendent of wisdom, which gave the inhabitants of Earth the Knowledge of the
World that surrounds them, the universe above, the earth beneath their feet and oceans that
surround this planet.
I am the child that has to prove himself more then others, who has to study harder, play
harder, pray with sincerity and walk in faith. I am the child that must put God first.
I am the child through the wisdom of my ancestors I am able to see further then most. The
future that awaits me, brighter then the one my father and mother before me had.
I am the child that listens when my elders speak, because they were the ones who laid the
groundwork. From them I will take the torch, carry it high and proudly as they did years
before me.
I am the child who will one day have children, and those children will believe as I do. They
will know that they are the descendent of a proud people, and the strength of the spirit will
keep them from harm.////
Categories:
groundwork, inspirationalchild, child, children, earth,
Form: