Best Himself Poems

nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch  
tonal mask veils flaws and vices  
face alter ego and kneel

to feed the shallow shadow that circles 
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,  
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted...

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nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch  
tonal mask veils flaws and vices  
face alter ego and kneel

to feed the shallow shadow that circles 
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,  
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted...

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M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?

MH. Why yes I have!

M. Why the absence?

MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.

M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes

MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to...

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for René Passeron*

             You may not grow old too soon
          if
Things you have known will come back to you again
No revision nor recall need...

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God does not play a child's game of hide and seek
You will find Him standing at the side of the meek
Do not search for Him behind a stone temple wall,
but He will hear your prayer when on Him you call.

Though His reply may not meet...

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There was on a planet a smart being

Who praises of his deeds liked much to sing

He thought himself to be cool

Though he was just a great fool 

For his end with his acts managed to bring! 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
    06 July 2017...

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"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude,
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers..."
Regina McIntosh


Raise your voices high in praise of our Lord 
and encourage others to do the same,
everlasting life will be your reward.

Let His love burn in your heart like a flame
for without faith,...

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There once was a dancer who danced himself lame
For a sculpture, he thought was a dame
He turned up his smile 
And spoke without guile 
Tickled the rhythm and thought it was fame...

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I can't be thinking of what others think
I have a life to live
Or do I?
Should you always think of what others think?
You can't afford to
If you always think of what others think
You would be crippled - literally
You can't move
You can't talk
You can't think
God did not...

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There was the sudden stench of silence that fell upon the street.
The congregate of people looking on in disbelief.
Trying to gain a view in a manner yet discrete,
observing the excavation of his apartment in feigned grief.
The noises that they heard in the nights, but collectively...

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There was a man who thought himself as cute*

Believed that women saw him as ripe fruit 

At the mirror always looked

With himself was surly hooked

Feared his charms were about from him to loot! 



(C) Demetrios Trifiatis

         24...

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His smile was painted on
His soul was drained of life’s essence
Into the ring he performed
Magical was his smile
He performed to the world
And the world laughed
As he cried inside
For later would come
Bloody hell
And flow it would
The crowds went home
To the comforts of love
The clown stayed on
Tormented...

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When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what...

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"Self absorption:
fickle, spiny sponge.
Crevices of fingerprints
stinging on the tongue...
Rapt attention 
fixed upon the
reproducing cell-
Fickle self absorption
I know you very well."


(-on the internal struggle of an artist's drive to create vs. the demands of real life.)...

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In this coursing, crimson river 
of my blood, you float. 
There is no end to this, our eternal
amorousness.
Nay, not even human death can 
remove us from Eros's moat.
Nor our touching hands' total
peacefulness.
So let's on, to the minutes as
they, like arrows, swiftly...

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