Best Harts Poems
Clouds of doubt hovered
Over our heads
They multiplied and grew to
Mistrust
That brewed into a storm of anger which
Unleashed its rage in
Thunder of words and
Lightning of gestures.
In a while
The exhausted tempest subsided
Clouds dissipated
The sun of trust hesitantly appeared
It grew stronger and brighter,
Reason prevailed,
Feelings warmed up,
Harts palpitated,
Arms opened wide
And
We threw ourselves into
Each other's embrace
Finding thus shelter in
Our love
Hence
Fearing the coming of a
A new storm, NO MORE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
The spring is coming in a slow pace,
But I can sense something in the air,
Something coming out of nowhere,
I stood in front of the elevator on the third
floor in a nice old hotel,
Going to a small diner with friends,
Some nice food and wine to fill my soul with
love,
The door opened, and I saw a man inside,
Thinking how I must have lost my mind, after
so many years, it can’t be You,
And I stood frozen, and You stood frozen,
Until the grey metal doors closed and brought
me back from the Universe of lost souls,
I run downstairs to stop you leave,
Seeing unfamiliar faces, seeking for you - my
ghost from the past,
While You pushed the elevator button many
times, screaming loudly: go up, third floor,
now, go, move… Is it her, or I’m loosing my
mind?
And the doors opened, but nobody was there,
You couldn't find me- your lost love, your
ghost from the Universe of lost souls.
I screamed, You screamed,
We screamed in an erupting pain so the whole
Universe can hear us,
Could it be that we lost each other again?
I took the stairs and went up,
I could feel how our pain reunites,
I could feel that a lost soul is shouting three
floors above,
And I saw You on your knees staring in the
elevator doors,
And You felt my presence coming from
behind,
You felt my steps getting closer,
And You stood up,
Seeing tears coming from my eyes,
While I touched yours going through your
face,
We didn't say a word,
But our minds were talking,
We didn't say a word,
But our eyes were walking us through our
history together,
We didn't say a word,
But our hands....
Our hands united,
Our souls united breaking these cold hotel
walls,
Breaking the ice around our harts,
Breaking the past,
Amusing the whole Universe of lost souls!
Part One:
Eva of in chanting rib
Seduces Adam to sinful ways
Beckoning him to lay in tall Field of grass were love is made
Lilith looks on with sinful hate
A cast away
The will/her to lay beneath no man born for the same dust and sand
So she fled to heavens gates to be knocked down a succubus
So Adam grow lonely with spoiling fruits
God stole his rib and Eva was born
But it was Lilith who stole her bran
The retarded child God made
Planted the seed that grow the tree to the Apple Eva eats
For ever cursed with unripe children to rain down on hell a place Adam knows well
Part Two:
It rains warm drops of due
On the shaken ground love once grow
A place that lingers in are harts
A place that Lilith hates so much
With open arms she takes the lost
Broken hearted
And
Thous to strange to love
The dead children Eve never grow
In her arms they find warmth
A place were the rain douse not fall
They wonder the mortal realms of life
Taking revenge on thous that wish them harm
Serial killers that never get tried
Not enough jury to condemn the lie
So they rome like lonely souls
Leaving moss and butterfly's were every they go
Taking in thous to lost to see that a knife is not the key
God doesn't love any of us
Even if he douse site beyond the gates of haven
Hell never manifest
Death is just Death
like Breath is life
The merry men and Robin Hood
Were drinking in the local wood
And roasting harts.*
The meat, they said, was very good;
They even ate, it’s understood,
The private parts.
* deer
For Isaiah’s Robin Hood contest
Death is indeed what I seek
Say to all, an end to troubles
Is here to soon
No minute shall pass
Hearing mouths utter falsehood
Harts barring blackness
All to have
Not I to be once more
Walking onto poisonous traps
Hurting me on the way
Life gives me this offer
When death comes
I shall not hear cries
Nor pain will I feel
I shall no longer wait
No more will I walk in life
I refuse to take another breath
For life is to me no more
It gives to me no more
If really I were a gifted painter
And as it were, I was to paint a man
I’d get my draw board, brush, paint and water
I’d work as open mindedly as I can
To bring out the true image of the soul
God created at the very beginning.
I would produce a man strong, bold and whole
One that’d be in his image and liking.
I won’t paint the fragile man with briefcase
In three piece suit with bible and tie.
I would paint a hunter with open face
Returning home from the toil of the night.
-He looks savage hunting for hares and harts
-Yet he’s truly the soul after His heart.
casting away all pieces and parts
of an existence full of casual talk
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms
full of philosophy and apathy
on foolish babble on time
lost and found morality
memories based on foundations
of aimless travels
looking skyward
casting thoughts incalculable
emotions of love
hate or disdain, unimaginable
full of the rage n pain
playing the blame game
who are we to say
rooms full of empty views
the apathetic feuds
glass shards, crack
crazy crystalline harts
like falling cards or raining stars
as bodies burn in lethargy
casting stones into the ocean of tranquility
small are the thoughts that ripple large
reflections hard as yesterday’s tomorrow insane
cast away photos in a scrapbook of memories
pieces n parts of arcane life, disregard
full of white rooms and silent storms
staring into the mouth of madness
casting all way the pieces
parts of an existence full of casual talk
in classrooms of apathy n despair
watching burning bodies sitting
in boardrooms full of misery
looking into a city, feeling its toxicity
counting the bloody beads of a rosary
Bring the concept of two ship sailing
Tis the respect of our love failing
Pale in contrast, a picture painting
Heads are lost by two harts fainting
Bring romance but lust is fading
Tis the dance of baiting
This the stance of no rhythm more dating
This is my stance of no more paying
This is your stance our love failing
Tis the chance for walls are breaking
The heart in my chest, sick pains are taking
To bleed the bed of love not making
Bring the hands of our love creating
Cooked in the love of our hearts were baking
Form the land, this love not shaking
This is the stance, love was framing
This is the dance love was pacing
This is the love that kept hearts razing.
For shall the almighty dance with wickedness
Freasting darkness solidifies clashing swords
Forsaking us illuminates our lust for fulfillment
Attributes for grace heightens desolation’s plot
Fiend mends the holy terror back to life
Your gracefulness is deafening to us sinners
Exuberant romance awaken golden hour twilight
Lightlessness fuel starts to shed our midnight skins,
Letting us rejoice among the self-righteousness waters
Perplexing there was no storm in the Lords
Storms among harts in airlings wings has forsaken ourselves
Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid
I’ll pull you up and away from this place
Come with me into the night
We will walk down lanes of soft moon light
Come to me lonely souls
Fight for your right to be heard
Open your eyes sunshine
Day light has casted a hazy glow
Were not alone
Others walk this hidden path as well
Put down the knifes that carve your flesh
Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string
Take their hands
Hold them tight
Reassure the need to stay
For we all fear the fall back into abandonment
Cradle the young left on the streets
Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach
Let us walk as one
A line that reaches shore to shore
For we are strong and loved
When we remember are hand are linked as one
Let your feet stomp down hate
Your hart sing songs of strength
Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten
Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms
For hatred has wounded and scared us all
Take them up and sooth their fears
Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair
Do not weep alone my loves
Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some
Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs
We all must weep when things have become too much to bear
For you are not alone nor week
Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen
So to all my passer bys
Bullies
Racist
And you that pray upon the “week”
I can not hate that what you are
But I will rebel agents that what you do
For us who you hate and torment out number you
One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do
And when you do…………..
Even you may join are line
For even you will cry
Even you will feel alone
Even you will one day want to die
Perhaps you all ready do
Perhaps now you see
We all need love
Love from and for each other
We are all human
Even you
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
all those annoying stories
well, every single one of it is true
you fell in a trap
and now there is nothing you can do
you think it might be different
but it's always hot
it seems like love
it's only struggle and fight
it's only rock'n'roll, sex and drugs
today, i can't even see,
the end of this mess
from pills to needles
we're running the last lap
and all those emotions
all those broken harts
I thought this was my dream
I found it's not
it's only rock'n'roll, sex and drugs
I remember you smiling
and rocking this world
I thought we could together
make it to the top
but now you're burned out
and this situation is tough
we both realised
this was more then enough
but honey don't you dare to cry
god still left us...
rock'n'roll sex and drugs
A CHRISTMAS POEM
IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR
TO LOOK BACK AND CELEBRATE
THE BIRTHS AND PASSINGS
OF THOSE WHO SURROUNDED
US THROUGH OUT THE YEAR.
CELEBRATE OUR LOVED ONES
AND THOSE WHO LOVED US
UNCONDITIONALLY.
THOSE WHO WRAPPED THEIR
LOVE AROUND US AND
PROTECTED US FROM EVIL.
CELEBRATE OUR LOVED ONES
AND THOSE WHO LOVED US
UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAPPED THEIR
LOVE AROUND US AND CELEBRATED
ALONGSIDE OUR TRIUMPHS,
VICTORIES, ACCOMPLISHMENTS
AND SUCCESSES THROUGHOUT
THE YEAR.
LET US CELEBRATE OUR
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVED US UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAPPED THEIR LOVE
AROUND US AND CONSOLED US,
COMFORTED US AND WARMED
OUR HARTS WHEN OUR HARTS
WERE BROKEN.
LET US CELEBRATE OUR
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVE US UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAP THEIR LOVE
AROUND US AND BELIEVE IN
US, OUR FUTURE AND WHO
HAVE FAITH IN OUR BEING.
LET US CELEBRATE OUR
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVE US UNCONDITIONALLY
AND WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE AROUND THOSE IN NEED
OF PROTECTION FROM EVIL.
LET EACH AND EVERYONE OF US
WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
AROUND THOSE CELEBRATING
THE TRIUMPH OF BIRTH
AND VICTORY OF LIFE.
LET EACH AND EVERYONE OF US
WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
AROUND THOSE IN PAIN
AND SUFFERING INSURMOUNTABLE
OBSTACLES AND LOSSES IN LIFE.
LET US GIVE THE GIFT OF
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
THIS CHRISTMAS.
AND MAY OUR CREATOR
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST
ALWAYS BE BY OUR SIDE.
Michael E.Harris
12212021
Jag musiek
Verworpe noot van harts-musiek
Het jy by my in die kerk versoek
Ek het gesing die Eng’le-lied
Vir daardie Engel in die Boek
Verlore is my sang-talent
My toekoms wonder ideal.
Maar die blomme het hul saad gegooi
Vir jou is daar weer ietsie mooi
My toekoms bly steeds oop, maar toe
Oopte vir veranderings, en toe om net te proe
Tot dan ten minste, so sê ek
Die nag sal kom wat ek vertrek…
Is I may display how I feel don’t think reality would say its something they could feel like foreal why not with its definition she was that coca butter brown skin type but lips built with enough grace to disrupt ur windpipe the opposite on the norm but when graced with its soft embrace ur harts warm with brown eyes that no amount of lies penetrate the type of eyes you would try countless time to imitate but only her heart can penetrate ur heart in this way the type that’s says how was ur day instaed of what you do today as is already accusing you of not being enough to talk about the same women ud be lost without she has that petite shape but enough curve to make you look strait at her not in hope of denouement but where you derive empowerment she is that African queen of the Nile not a sexual vermin vile to be wasted life juice after you gotten what you need and now waste it cant understand why u even taske it when a brother no matter the skin color longs for her to appear then give his life a facelift I mean face it she held queen wile u defile her for yourself esteem when is ur dream of love real enough to respect instead you put to much love in a 2 daller girl and get mad when the misshapes her dad made is the blueprints to how ur love respected but by no means do I need all queen without fathers feel disrespected merely the one that let what he had never done break you because my queen you can only make you I nor the lie or any man could nor should so she looks me in my eyes past all my lies and say how do you love