Best Thrice Poems
She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
She sobbed away sorrows in black
When she discovered the knapsack
In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
And her head and palm greeted, smack!
Like his body met the floor, thwack!
The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?
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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.
Twice daily,even once will do
if you want I can do thrice too,
so in this New Year
promise to adhere
to my wish to write more haiku!
;-)
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bathed in such splendor
in front of us blue water -
verdancy behind
how very cold it is though
like ice, it cuts to the bone
this frigid beauty
I let my eyes feast on it
ignoring the cold
the scent of pine is wafting
I breathe in tranquility
breathing in fragrance
I let the iciness go
my love shall warm me
the fresh trees and ocean air
can’t compare to his sweet warmth
July 14, 2017 for the Contest of John Anderson
Grey ashen permeates
Your solitary existence.
Locked and shackled
At your minds insistence.
Presented my lively colors
Of sacrifice.
Happy hues rejected,
Not once, but thrice.
Some comprehend not,
What others endure,
To give endless color,
For another's dim world.
They seep in pity,
Harbor anger, complain.
Their self loathing black,
Sets fire to rain.
This is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and EGG day and
Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless sack. A religious holiday day.
Today eye found the secret of creation there is color added just to stones the rocks around
us there is JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some quartz
near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light some almost purple some dark
red some a lighter almost white but gray slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it
was just a fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced out place a
mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the world to read about in EGGPoem
thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for
Easter Egg Thrice.
Sweet angel bells caress the air
With tlling, tlling, tlling
Thrice they chime their gentle tllings
Then thrice again once more
With fluted softness, the tllinging brings
A chorale of soul-lights – Heaven sings
Thrice they sigh their gentle tllings
Then thrice just as before
And me? So sad? Such a sad, poor thing
Am soul-brushed - . tlling, tlling, tlling
Brought home to life, come home to love,
Throw wide my stained glass door
As hummingbirds, afloat mid-air
Still their rainbow wings
Astride the currents of the thrice-time tllings
Transformed beyond their core
Before the blind, do not put a stumbling block Major denominations advocating the abominations In which hand in hand, they all fall in the ditch I do I do I do’s they speak evil, so bid them adieu A rooster crows, yet they repented naught
Thrice as I am;
Thrice be it, I
Thrice, am I
It Is Done!
~ I Am
They say death comes in threes
And love has killed me three times.
I am Lazarus and Odin,
I am Persephone
But I won't come back this time.
Yes, I could fly
But I like the sinking.
I sink like Osiris,
I am Lemminkainen
Dionysus has seen death and couldn't stop drinking
I am too drunk to follow Truth's direction
I can't make it right, I'm all that is left
I was whole and can bring charges to some for theft
And ask for the life of the one responsible for my death
Who has denied me thrice in one breath.
I'll be honest, my lovers maimed me but I committed suicide
I'm not as strong as Mother to spring back from winter
So don't look at me and decide I deserve life
My crimes are heinous and death still too good for a sinner
Donald Trump once asked for my advice
On whether he should wed more than twice.
I said,"If God smiles on ya,
You'll wed the sweet Melania.
And make your weddings an even thrice."
Well, he took my advice as you see,
And he never said thank you to me.
But all things considered still -
She looks good up on the hill,
And she can live in our house for free.
9/13/2017
For contest Name Dropper Limerick for Kevin Shaw
I’s got six kids
Six mongrel dogs
Living in one bed broken down shack
From six whisky drinkin’ hogs
And a v8, v8 Cadillac parked out back
Yes I have six children
Nine months apart
Gots to buy six dozen nappies
From the second had counter at Wallmart
Once for experience
And I did it twice
Because it was nice
I saw my new woman
Walking down the road
She was walkin funny
The way she strolled
I thought it was through all my lovin’
But she had a bun in the oven
Once for experience
And I did it thrice
Because twice was nice
Now I have seven kids
Seven dog gone mongrels
Living in one bed broken down shack
From seven whisky drinkin’ hogs
And a v8, Cadillac with a box caravan parked out back
Always the Lord loves us much
not just thrice a day…
let's thank Him, spreading joy's peace!
God bountifully provides
surpassing triple blessings…
let's share with others!
The Saviour knows best
yon three times of what we planned…
let's trust* His sovereign power!
*Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Haiku along didactic form
December 15, 2022
1st place, "Triple New Charlieku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 1/4/2023.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress-'URSULA')
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Thrice death has knocked at the same door
Husband, wife, brother are all gone
Fell victims to COVID-19, which I abhor
Thus all have seen eternity's dawn!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2021
* I am mourning today the death of another member of my family who
passed on yesterday following the death of his sister and his brother-in-law.
At the same time, a first cousin has been rushed into an intensive care unit of COVID-19.
NOTE: THE FIRST COUSIN DIED TODAY - 11 JULY 2021. HE IS THE 4TH MEMBER OF THE SAME FAMILY THAT COVID-19 CLAIMS IN THREE MONTHS AND THE SIXTH OF MY IMMEDIATE FRIENDS THEREFORE I DO NOT FEEL WRITING POETRY FOR THE TIME BEING. GOD KEEP YOU SAFE. TAKE CARE.
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep has wagered
And finding yourself in the mindless
spatial wasteland
You play two-handed poker
with the devil of your fright
The Prince holding just one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He deals chance from the bottom,
this third time to be the charm
Your hand is folded,
as the present fires upon the night
Hitting your fate dead center,
all that’s left in quicker sand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation left in full retreat
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)