Best Ideals Poems
"Laughter the best medicine" it's said
A humorous poem was displayed
"Love is in the air" so 'tis said
A romantic poem captivated feelings
" Lies, lies, lies" is all that's said
The political poem expressed those wrongs
"The death toll reaches 5,000 in Nepal"
A poet views the scenes appalled
Laughter, romance, political unrest
News, views, stars, clearly expressed
A poet wears many hats
Ideas, ideals, keep flowing out
Written: May 27, 2015
beautiful, cinderella, crazy, growing up, humor, word play,
Gold Plated Ideals©
The ice-white-capped teeth
Smile and beguile the contacted eye
‘Java’ white-bright tee shirts dazzle
Plastic letters ironed on right-side in
Shoulders the body making a statement?
Speaks to me of this century’s impurities
Air fresheners smelling of ‘spice’
Coats the hazy circulating sun
Press-on nails make a statement
All this is in the name of ‘add-ons’!
Linens yellow with age and crinkle fine
Woolens shrink if washed in hot water
Cottons now stretch with added spandex
Silks colourful and light, billow with mirth
Brighten the day to darken the night!
Vitamins and creams make the skin turn young
Micro-wave quickens re-packaged (fake-foods) ‘boxed’
Time ‘replays’ when circling the moon-beamed skies!
Looking up I see the craggy hills glowing in the sun
way above this green lush valley….smiling I
walk under a mantle of tall trees, skipping
along a path of dense leaves and flowers
The air is filled with the music of nature
the buzzing of the bees as they go about their toil.
Clicking noises of the crickets and other insects
breaking the peace but enhances the atmosphere
Brushing against the lavender shrubs, as I walk
filling the air with a scintillating perfume.
Running my fingers through the flowers
raising them to my nose, so pungent, nature at its best.
This valley was once between two coal stacks
Until the day the pits were closed.
Nature has returned it to its former glory
A place of beauty and peaceful ideals
Penned 29 September 2017
The stars wink above in the heavens high,
I look for Mars, Venus, and lil' Pluto;
Planets I see but cannot journey go,
Glad still I know that they are in the sky.
The moon revolves around my little world;
The white beams that forever freely shine,
But I cannot ever truly call mine -
Are dearer than things I can hold uncurled.
I'm glad I can see all the Milky Way,
Though I cannot soar beyond Jupiter;
I’d feel more burdened and far stupider,
If I couldn’t dream and the sky survey.
To view ideals outside my evolve,
Helps hope every barrier to resolve.
15/5/2017
Faith
truth
justice
and progress-
too often unseen
the loftier the ideal we set to attain the readier we ought to be ourselves to sacrifice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 January 2018
Picturesque and simple with sweet little windows,
Tidy guestrooms beside stylish bedrooms,
A kitchen straight out of a home catalog,
All contain inside plastic walls.
Blush, copper, teal walls leading to a bathroom,
Cobalt blue hibiscus designs on matching tea sets,
Coordinating furniture in every room.
Delicate and perfect from the roof to the garden.
Impeccable ideal home, a tangible version of home.
A grounded fantasy that profoundly consumes all,
Yearning to live in a dollhouse.
Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.
Ideals
Ideals
High ideals?
We all had them
In the forties, in college,
those long, all-night
heated arguments,
sitting cross-legged
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.
Twenty years
before the sixties,
waves of political injustices
student revolutions
on campuses
across the country,
young scholars
no longer debating,
leaving their classes,
holding sit-ins, hunger strikes,
storming offices
and police barricades,
damaging buildings.
Our goals – to study,
burn the midnight oil,
to keep our scholarships,
graduate, get a job,
vote, elect worthy
candidates to Congress.
Our generation
brought up to respect
authority, work with,
not against,
certainly not with violence.
We were wrong.
Progress does not
happen with time
and debate.
It comes with
true passion for a
just cause, zeal, intention,
action to break through
set boundaries,
challenging the
status quo in real time.
With violence? No.
Unwavering resistance, yes.
Violence brings only thirst
For vengeance, not results.
Stand firm.
Rejecting injustice
even when condemned.
Seat yourself
in the front of the bus.
Walk on the restricted beach,
Take in and
protect immigrants.
Demand real living wage.
Block those who force
restricted access
to women’s clinics.
Join a mass protest against
ageism, sexism,
unfair practices
targeting the “others”.
Ideals minus action
are useless dreams.
When ideals die, soon after, civilizations follow them into the grave!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 August 2016
* Western civilization is witnessing the death of its ideals.
No civilization cound ever survive the test of time unless its ideals intact remain!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 August 2016
* History is our witness.
I- Inspiring
D- Divine
E- Exemplars
A- Asserting
L- Life's
S- Significance
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
10 August 2016
I persevered, ‘My ideals are gone’
Life mocked me, NO! –
‘Ideals’ untested in reality’s crucible
are worthless, unusable
PLATONIC IDEALS
draped
in startling beauty
so elegant
sensing
colour
sunflower gold
& buttery yellow
in enticings
glimmers of
flame &scarlet
green & blue
a little
a little
intuitive
&placed
in myth
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
OLD AND NEW 4 : CONTINUE TO SING
Sipping cold champagne in silver
cuff links at Thai restaurants
eating red curried prawns
while workers gape at
former leaders sold
Forlorn women starve
in naked hospital corridors
rulers drool in blue pools
with pink jewelled lovers
Rushing from airport to airport
bargaining for who knows
On plains of poverty children
whimper bony arms in
tattered sad sleeves
Slick smiles in linen jackets
mansions highly securitied
Ideals trickling through loamy soil
deep it will surely root anew
Waves upon waves descend
embracing hills with a roar
and throaty directions
to stop senseless hacking
Life rebirths from an unknown hole
Continue to softly sing simple
songs of freedom
exhale from a glittering axis
knowing sacred geometry
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1998