Best Loftiest Poems
Oh you blessed souls
That
For us have fallen,
We wish
The loftiest of appreciations for your sacrifice to show
By
Thanking you for the opportunity given to us
To
Enjoy the greatest gift of all
Wich
You have missed:
LIFE!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2016
* John: 15:13
If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.
Look up to the Heavens where the Angels doth soar,
To the cascading thunder and deafening roar;
To the loftiest crags of every mountain high.
Hovering far above in cerulean skies,
In our darkest hours, always hearing our cries.
Man but a speck in the infinite sands of time.
Alpha and Omega, finite, infinite sign,
God's most wondrous grace on Earth, His Glory Divine;
Only thru his deeds shall man to Heaven attain.
His cherubs proclaiming, this Heavenly refrain,
Winged Watches warmly wrapping our Earthly domain;
The Earth's one supreme test of man's ultimate faith.
Tween' the blessed, the pure, the vile and the chaste,
Man accedes to Heaven with only His embrace;
Reverence and kindness ne'er guarantee our fate.
Entrance denied or approved at St. Peter's Gate.
Look upward to the Heavens - the Angels won't wait;
Final decisions lay in the Grace of our Lord.
To the loftiest crags of every mountain high,
Man but a speck in the infinite sands of time;
Only thru his deeds shall man to Heaven attain;
The Earth's one supreme test of man's ultimate faith.
Reverence and kindness ne'er guarantee our fate;
Final decisions lay in the Grace of our Lord.
Set me adrift
Turn me right around,
That's where I'm going.
That's where I'm found.
Parakeets.
Monkeys.
Snakes to eat.
Venomous, poisonous
As all this retreats.
Spines in the river;
Sharp, hungry teeth.
Pass through the darkness
A clearing now nears.
Towering waterfall, loftiest trees
A Jaguar now glimpsed, into Jungle is seen.
Turn me right around
As rain clouds appear.
The Waterfall. Darkness. Too few sounds.
The others now listened, but I
Near the Jaguar was found.
Breathlessly wait.
Autumn’s chilling winds pulsate through trees,
rustling multi-hued leaves, casting them to nature’s floor.
Spread your broad wings and try to catch the currents,
gliding with grace, emulating birds in flight.
In dreams I flap my arms, soaring over continents.
Why, look, see the outline of each state –
color coded, an atlas below.
Laugh at the irony; this is the only view we have without wings.
Stationary locations we long to supersede.
Take me to new lands, higher and higher I sail,
hoping to reach the loftiest peaks.
Even Mount Everest is possible to escalate
with little effort by air.
Desire to break free of worldly ills,
wars, famine, political turmoil,
allows us to release negative energy.
Temperatures, weather conditions -
cruise above these, enjoy the albeit too brief lift.
Flight, whether in dreams, free-falling, hang-gliding,
permits us to reach otherwise unattainable goals.
Cut those threads that cause you to remain earthbound;
no umbilical cord is needed
when you simply
take wing.
*Written for the "Flying" contest
Bloody, bloody Ezra Pound
I never got my head around
his magnum opus: The Cantos
I’ve tried so hard but goodness knows
he didn’t intend it to be easy
for me or his mate Mussolini.
Perhaps obscurantism was his policy
or perhaps it was not the meaning but the sound.
Whatever it was I went to ground
thinking: “Is this poetry or prose?”
Mascagni would never have him write librettos
not for all the tea in Chinee.
I carried his Cantos everywhere with me
and read them aloud to anybody
who happened to be around.
Who may have liked the sound
and would have, maybe, tapped their toes
to some missed arpeggios.
Perhaps if I had a (Roman) nose
for this formidable prosody
it would be so much clearer to me.
I could tell my friends that I have found
more meaning than the pints I had downed
before the barman called a close.
I’ve read the L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poets and I propose
the these cantos are harder than any of those
scribes who spend their lives de-meaning poetry
so it is devoid of mystery
(though it still is likely to confound
the loftiest don of an Oxbridge mound).
I’m sure they were written to astound –
filled with tales of forgotten heroes
(Americans, Chinese and some Latinos).
And The Cantos made way for ‘A’ by Zukofsky
(a much better poet as far as I can see).
Now there nothing more for me to expound.
Except to tell you that my hound,
whose taste improves much as he grows,
has now eaten up my sole copy.
Remembering the life partner
On this day, when she came to bless my life
Three decades ago
To share and to give
The most beautiful company and ways
And to inspire me to live this life
Without the quarrels
And difference
In the most peaceful and loving manner
Like a beautiful marriage couple. 01
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We hardly had any differences
On any issues of our day today life
Which was the loftiest gift
From my dear wife Shashi
And it became a source of strength
And confidence for me
In shaping me as a small poet and writer
A thinker and a human being
If nothing else is taken into considerations. 02
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In the entire period
Of my marriage life
I was blessed by her wonderful sweet company
And trust,
Her love, understanding and confidence
Which always accompanied me
In every situation good, bad or worst
Like the true friend
And a partner
Of a wonderful companionship. 03
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Enjoying lots of tea
By both of us
Were our common everyday craze
And common simple food habits
Were our main everyday joys,
Which we loved, shared and enjoyed
Like others relish
The delicious royal tasty meals. 04
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Of course, watching a good movie
In a cinema house
Was her favorite hobby
If not regular one
But as and when any good movie comes
Were our joint attractions. 05
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur 20th Jan. 2018
* More on her some other day.
Vasava –
An untold story 14/Many
Udiyan knew what his friend King Suyodhan, had briefed him about Vasava
That she would not compromise, on her determinations with anyone
Even if she is offered, the temptation of a kingdom,
It was enough an indication for Udiyan, that she would not succumb
To his rising passions and ever increasing charms and lust for her
Because of Vasava’s determinations, not to get involved
In physical relations, passions and body lusts, which may make her weak
And may become the main cause of her skill deterioration,
Of her long cherished and preserved Music, Art, Dance or other devotions
She therefore decided to put a restriction, on all such alluring temptations
Her opinion that her self control, on the rising waves of passions and lust
Can only take her to those extra ordinary heights, where skills becomes perfections
As she has yet to attain the loftiest height of her skills
And her goal was far, far away from where she was standing
In spite of holding a rare prime position in the kingdom of Magadh**
She therefore had started loving her music and art
More than anything in the world, and got herself so much involved,
In attaining the perfection in her dance and singing arts,
That an inner beauty began to grow, glow and shine in her
With the shining of her dancing steps and her enchanting singing arts
The enthralling image of Vasava, was hovering on the mind of Udiyan
Removing every other image, for the time being from his mind and heart
Udiyan could not close his eyes, even for a moment
And passed his entire night sleeplessly in weaving his future with Vasava
As he was feeling that without her, life had no charms and meaning for him
Even the kingdom of Ujjain, appears to be of no attraction for him
Without Vasava being the queen, of his heart and his kingdom
Every thing seems to be a hallow or vacant like a void,
Even his own life, appeared to be not of his own,
Without, the sweet presence of his dream likes reality Vasava
Ravindra to continue in 15
Kanpur India 20th April 2010
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
I am neither man nor woman -
or naked flesh and blood.
I journey at the speed of compassionate thought -
without limitation or boundary.
I draw near only in peace and I will reshape the World -
like no great army ever could.
I am Christmas, 1914.
I am gentle and childlike -
a joyful melody in the hearts of young and old.
I am spirit without malice or hate -
a mother’s undying love, a father’s embrace.
I reign above the loftiest mountaintops –
dwell in the silent depths of blue oceans and seas.
I am Light eclipsing all other lights -
to heal and comfort those in need.
I am all-knowing and eternal -
the Universe, my heavenly abode.
And upon my Divine Mantelpiece,
I affix - All Things Beautiful.
She was the love of my life
My first love, my only love.
Back in high school,
She was a perfect 10--
Poised, beautiful and sexy,
The center of my world,
The apple of my eye;
Whatever I did, I did for her,
I hung onto her every word,
My eyes constantly sought her,
I breathed her name,
She reigned over my
thoughts and dreams.
And then, my world fell apart
When she jilted me and
married my best friend.
It's been over 30 years
since I last met her
And couldn't help wondering
What was it of her that
so hopelessly attracted me?
Here she is now,
Standing just next to me
Yet seems far away,
Babbling away trifling things,
Looking plain and homely,
Uninteresting, unattractive!
Funny how time has a way of
belittling our loftiest dreams,
Ridiculing our fervent ideal,
Wearing out our most
passionate longing;
But also healing
our deepest wounds--
If only we give
Time some time!
First Love contest by Frank Herrera
Sacrificing oneself for others is the loftiest demonstration of loving God!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2018
* Dedicated to the late French Lt. Col. Arnaud Beltrame who last week sacrificed himself to save others during a terrorist attack in Paris! R.I.P. you hero of God.
* Arnaud Beltrame, was declared a national hero by the French president, Macron and he had a hero's state funeral!
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Reflection top, bottom question
Desire excellent loftiest
Closer to the soon ascension
Not trapped down in very deepest
Feel the height, breeze, absorb the blue
Suppress carnal; emotions subdue
In honor of John Freeman's contest
"New Contest:Another Nature Verse"
center
The shrinking horizons of human mind
Ever since Corona has confined us in our dwellings
It has changed our nature and human behaviour
In many fields of life
Not only, has it changed human nature
In a considerable way leaving few expectations
But it has changed unknowingly our thinking and attitude too
On social platforms, social media, TV and
At different other organisational level
Of public and private bodies world over.
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Often we see, different restrictions and bindings are imposed,
Directly and sometimes indirectly
Only because of the shrinking horizons of human mind and
attitude. 02
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It is happening only because
We are no longer to free to move anywhere
Where earlier, we were moving and enjoying
Expressing ourselves and part taking in social gatherings
As per our will love and likes. 03
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We used to see Cinema in picture halls,
Used to take part in music gatherings, dramas, games and
Other outer events and restaurants and
Often many of us used to enjoy out most lovely foods and joy rides
We were free to enjoy even out lovely sports in our city state of
Even anywhere in the world and
All these things used to relieve us
From the weights of different pressures and problems
Which are no longer available
to take part in them as vibrant spectators,
in a comfortable manner, as were habitual of
And such thing used to enchants us often
Only few months and weeks ago. 04
Young lovers, husband and wife
Who used to enjoy the togetherness of their partners
Like the chattering pairs of loving birds
Are no longer getting those lofty moments
As many things have changed in everyone's life
Everywhere in the world. 05
But, the day is not very far off
When old days would once again be with us
Although many of us may miss
Some of our loftiest friends and dear ones
As those vanished people
Would then be waving their hands
From a very far off distance
Where the Sun spreads its golden beams
With a sound of music
Which flows freely on each one of us. 06
Ravindra K Kapooor
Raipur India 28th June 2020
Yesterday is an empty vessel
That has sailed; forever lost at sea.
While tomorrow is on it's way
Why not live today now?
Make the best of it. It's a day of renewal.
The sun is shining through marshmallow clouds!
A chorus of birds are singing in the trees!
Flowers of spring are colorfully blooming!
The world is beautifully dressed in green.
When you open up the window of tomorrow,
Today, you'll see the garden of possibilities.
You'll see it blooming before your eyes.K
When you wake up at dawn, shut the door
To yesterday. You'll feel inspired
To take chances over being smothered
By fear of failure, or the unknown
Today, give hostages to fortune,
Regardless of consequences. Start looking
For a blueprint to build the loftiest
Of dreams, and the ladder to climb it.
Date: 04/13/2020
Written and posted: 03/28/2018
Raising children
Is the loftiest and bravest of human endeavors
For
It requires a life filled with:
Constant battles,
Ceaseless agonies, and
Perpetual sacrifices,
Without knowing, if the efforts made, will be
Crowned with success or not!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 July 2022