Best Placid Poems
Upon soul's placid waters is reflected God's light!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 November 2019
A PLACID LAKE
Lord,
My whole being a placid
Lake,
Expecting Thy holy visage to be
Reflected upon
For
Its waters to be sanctified
And
I-once more-to be born!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 JUNE 2013
placid lake of green
into the water i look
and see the wind pass
.
Flying on wings of a falcon
Across the snow capped mountain range
Cobalt blue skies only beacon
Human eye enjoys interchange
Placid waters spirit centered
Marvelous scenery heart adored
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placid pond
in the moon's reflection—
kabuki dance
1-13-22
HAIKU CONTEST inspired by BASHO only Poetry Contest
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*Kabuki, traditional Japanese popular drama with singing and dancing performed in a highly stylized manner. ... In modern Japanese, the word is written with three characters: ka, signifying “song”; bu, “dance”; and ki, “skill.”
Kabuki plays are about historical events and moral conflict in relationships of the heart. The actors speak in a monotone voice and are accompanied by traditional instruments. The Kabuki stage is equipped with several gadgets, such as revolving stages and trapdoors through which the actors can appear and disappear.
Why are Kabuki actors all male including those playing female roles?
Image result…All-male casts became the norm after 1629, when women were banned from appearing in kabuki due to the prevalent prostitution.
The most commonly used colors are dark red, which represents anger, passion, or cruelty, and dark blue, which represents sadness or depression. Other common colors are pink, representing youth or cheerfulness; light blue or green, representing calm; purple for nobility; brown for selfishness; and black for fear.
Kabuki actors need white powder to prevent color bleeding caused by excessive oil and sweat, with an easy-to-apply, lump-free consistency. Oshiroi must also look impeccable and defined under special stage lights, and provide a stunning contrast to the colorful kumadori makeup.
placid lake
high above the water
an eagle soars
Lone whispering pines
Rise under a patchwork sky
Mirrored in a pool
Peering into the placid pool of water at the creeks edge
She retreated in shock at the old wrinkled white-headed lady
Her mother's ghost must have appeared instead of her own reflection
Fear and disbelief engulfed her warm spirit of youthfulness
As she hopped, slightly bent back up the trail to her ancient dwelling
How can this be, life's plays tricks, in realization the mirror speaks
Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-
Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…
Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky inferno
Eyes of Hades suck cherished life
from all vibrant beings.
Shallow surf lazy with time,
Cruelly tricked - turned to tides of torment.
Deceptive frailness fractures
serene, primordial peace.
Where is the dignity?
Noble causes massacred-
Equanimity executed under the breast
upon which we all feed-
Ceaseless greed-
Ultimately the beast we feed.
Looming vulnerability of us-
The annihilation breed
{placid undertones}
Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky
A wisp of a feather cloud faintly visible is the only cloud to be seen
Powder blue gently blends to light blue on the dark blue sea horizon
The waves higher in longer intervals make a distinct crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet brown sand
Leaving trails of bubble foam shimmering and glittering with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed Big leopard jelly slugs
Long brown seagrass fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a diving aquabird.
Another huge kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer the figure
Is a muscley Merman with gray hair and beard holding a flowing sword
There is solace in the silent stone
There is serenity as feathers brush a quiet breeze
There is tranquility in the ambient veneer of placid water
There is composure with every free falling leaf
There is grace as birds are freed from their earthly bounds
There is contemplation in the consolation of rooted trees
There is stillness at the edge of obscure night skies
There is silence in the hushed standstill of winds
There is singular joy in every heart that knows
For this is nature’s harmony
In every moment of placid stillness
Speaking its ancient language of ‘forever’
Delicately promising a simple constancy
Sighing within each breath
Witnessing its beauty
placid is a place i want to be,
a Grandma Moses painting
set in the bucolic scene of
a red barn crowned with a
rooster weather vane as
children carry water buckets
from a nearby wishing well
which is visited by a resident
red robin searching for tasty
earth worms surrounding the
wet ground as cows and horses
in the verdant meadow graze
peacefully together
Placid pond, the stillest place on earth.
Don't hate the pond scum, appreciate it's worth.
If you want to be with me, then just be with me.
I am the pond scum, please hear me.
With a belly full of fire, how easily we conspire.
Don't mean to call you a liar but the pond scum sires.
Stay away, it's mud you seek not wine.
Wine has you flapping your gums about the plight of the water hole.
I'm the pond scum, chains run through and around me.
The muskrats they found me.
I am the pond scum, green in color.
Angered and abhorred, but I am your brother
.
I am the pond scum, I walk with breeze
I am the pond scum, purity through disease. I am the pond scum, true to form.
I am the pond scum, the silent storm.
Overgrown path, concealing overgrown frog prince.
The children use an awl to cup away the ice;the torpid muskrat freed, at the party he is me.
Modern Sophocles he sees, but at the party he is me.
You ask him can he hear it? There is a reeking spirit. It takes the small an makes it all complex; The overgrown path, concealing overgrown frog prince.
Journey with me, through all space and time; Return to self and you will find.
I am the pond scum, I walk with breeze.
I am the pond scum, purity through disease.
I am the pond scum, true to form.
I am the pond scum, the silent storm.
A placid, blue lake
extends through the dense
valley of pines and firs;
its soft sky has the color
of the calm water below,
and it gleams as the mildest breeze
makes the red poppies gently sway!
I walk along it
as ducks float serenely
and they show no fear;
how peaceful is Nature
when no sounds are heard,
no voices break its tranquility!
The balminess of the spruces
fills the nostrils with a pungent aroma
that I delightfully breathe in...
purifying the senses and driving out
the stale air trapped in clogged lungs!
And going further, I discover
a small creek where the bubbling lake
drains into to disappear down its narrow course;
I compare my excitement to the flowing water
that splashes through rocks to reach the immense sea!
The mind which is still….
Experiences all frequencies; however never owns ill…
The mind which is still…
Desires absent from requires; needless plus abundant using will…
The Mind which is still…
Reasons through four seasons; emanating love, warming lower mind chills…
The mind which is still…
Discovers great power within its life flower; creating enthusiastic celebration thrills…
The mind which is still…
Flowing; releases and ceases attaching to imagined poisoned pills…
The mind which is still…
Knowing as well as showing; the present moment is truly free just like country hills…