Best Only When Poems
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Only when
Our destinies' paths did cross, my love
The meaning of life became to me
Apparent!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 July 2019
As I was walking I came upon a broken and sad little man
He was bent over and crying with his head in his hands
I kneeled down on the ground so he could see my face
And asked him sir, “How have you come to this place?”
He lifted his head and with crooked smile but pain in his eyes
Began to tell me his life story of which he now has come to despise
You see my lady I once was rich beyond your comprehension
I was able to do what I wanted because I was rich as I mentioned.
Money can buy you many material things you can only imagine
But I was never satisfied always trying to quench the elusive dragon.
Breathing his lies of self-destruction “if only” or “only when”
You will be happy when this happens or if it happens then
But now here I sit with nothing it’s all gone like dust in the wind
I squandered not just my money but my life I don’t know where to begin
He started to cry even louder than before as if to purge his soul of grief
I put my arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear about my belief
I told him about God’s love and only He could give him true happiness and contentment
I spoke about Jesus and how he died for his sins and holds no resentment
He hissed with obscenities and gave me a shove to get out of his way
You don’t know what you’re talking about leave me alone and Good Day!
My heart is heavy with sadness for him because he does not know what he has missed
An opportunity to find what he was truly looking for Love, contentment and true happiness.
The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves.
The taccamahac a name to deal with, blazes yellow across the heaths and downs
They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places,
The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam,
And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth."
The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green,
It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air,
The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring
Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.
Only when love would conquer every heart, humanity will be liberated from evil!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 April 2016
you place your gentle hand
in mine and we dance the
night away,
the dance is our words
our passion,
as he places his hand
on my back you embrace
yourself in his arms and
we dance to the beat of
our heart's,
everytime our eye's
meet our heart's will
burn for each other's
embrace and touch,
as we sway to our love
will carry on,
only when
we dance.
only when I'm with you
You ask me how much i love you
I tell you more than you will ever know.
we're laying there under the sunset
thinking about our lives together.
we look up at the sky ,and we say aw what perfect weather.
I'm laying in your arms
as you are holding me tight
you rub your fingers through my hair
I smell the strong sweet smells from you,
in the earth atmosphere.
As i hold on to you tight
I tell you that i love you looking straight in your eyes.
i feel at peace with you
your like my protection
when I'm not with you, each day is like a contraction.
each day i learn something new about you
i guess what I'm saying is I love you boo.
Only when yours truly busies himself...
Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo
after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein, her issuing blow
by blow stroke, thence pecker
imitated fountainhead
unleashing at apropos
time outburst analogous when an arrow
loosed from archer's bow
shooting off about hip height mo'
than bajillion microscopic
one celled lil longfellow
(Oh Henry...! wad art thou doing?)
just hmm... giving mutual sin O
Job whelp... subsequently
little squirt begot
sole son this all because sticky clot
hit bullseye right on the dot
nope, no where near size of ergot
spore, yet radiating
burning temperature more hot than...,
liquified gold prior
bitta bing bitta bang forged into ingot,
now just little more about fertilized
ova, I wanna jot
potential pluperfect parasite (me)
acquired, cultivated, fashioned...
one after another deft bon mot
while in utero until umbilical cord
severed than christened newborn tot.
Now fast forward blaw blaw blaw
when I began to clamor and claw
nope, cuz I ne'er learned how to draw,
the least significant genetic flaw,
cue laugh track and prerecorded guffaw
similar to popular nineteen
seventies television hee haw
laughter muted upon meeting
battle axe mother in law
another story... genre mccaw braw,
she excelled spewing vitriol out her maw,
thence I slowly must heard,
mixed metaphors and mastered...pshaw
modesty keeps me from bragging
yea - boot as a non sequitur
non secretor, yukon call me
the word wrangler outlaw
lo never cussing out anybody,
I can more easily whip out pistol
if captive audience
critiques mein arcane saw
jeering (matt speak feeble attempt
at wordplay - i.e. soldiering)
receiving affirmative nod
courtesy none other
than quick draw mcgraw
now ye butter listen (er... read) up
and don't blather and beast not shtupp
to conquer, when ya hear bit ching pup
that maybe be yipping faux ruse
to empty pocket inner empty cup.
Only When The Hope Dies
"Love! Isn't it beyond win and lose? Isn't it giving and unconditional? Winning over someone and desire are too materialistic words to define its divinity. It is sublime and humble.
It attains it's purist and truest nature only when the Hope dies, he replied her."
25th Day of July 2016
I may look very naive and vulnerable,
hiding the pangs of my distress so well,
looking normal and walking too brisk...
only when God is walking down my path.
I seem to look away and shun the troubles,
but inside I am hurting like anybody else,
who dreams of a coming universal peace...
only when God is walking down my path.
I nourish my body and thank my Creator
for every slice of bread and drink of water,
the essential things that not everyone has...
only when God is walking down my path.
Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top,
feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold;
blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath,
all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path.
I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs
watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns;
and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept,
not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path.
I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived
this long and witnessed may events that have shaped
a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate;
I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Only when I see you
Never in my life did I think I'd find God’s most beautiful creation
I had never forgotten so quickly that hate is just a piece of imagination
It's only when I see you my heart becomes a roller coaster It's only when I see you I feel my feet get colder
Love is a pint of what I use to describe how I feel about you
You're an eclipse that's blocking my aggression You're a noiseless butterfly that I feel needs my protection
Only when I see you
The stars twinkle are worthless
The birds morning song are soundless
The serene forest meant for a peace of mind are useless
You're elegance tip-toes across my heart You're beauty startles my eyes
Your angelic voice sang to my ears
Your presence as a whole is a comfort to my fears
Only when I see you
The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty,
Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all,
Rosebushes red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass,
A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves.
The taccamahac a name to deal with, blazes yellow across the heaths and downs
They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places,
The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam,
And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth."
The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green,
It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air,
The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring
Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.
Don't say that slander is as dangerous as a deep torrent
And people who’re banished sink forever like sediment.
Although with painstaking filtration the panning is bound,
Only when the sand is filtered out, can the gold be found.
(Tran.)
Only when,
the devoid of everything has value
when the complexity
is dissolved in wisdom,
love will win and will be;
the truth and the cure!