Best Unobserved Poems
Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend,
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown-
Ponder about its existence
Let not a single thing unexamined
Any stunning flower untouched
Any majestic bird unobserved
Any magnificent fish unnoticed
And tell me
Isn't life a miracle?
An unbelievable story?
An inconceivable design?
Yet
A mesmerizing reality?
Look how heaven and earth are put together:
A harmonious whole operating with such precision and
With a single purpose in mind- LIFE!
Tell me, could this great design be the outcome of chance?
Of a hazardous consequence?
Or
The work of blind forces?
Look closer my friend, once again,
Pay attention to the details of this incredible miracle of life
Look how things are so wisely operating
Observe the relationship between a flower and a bee
How they are interrelated,
Interconnected and
Interdependent
Marvel how, although they both are so transient,
They maintain eternity
Note the way they obey the cosmic laws
Thus
Enacting the choreography of life and death that divinity has conceived
And by doing so they become divine themselves and their art holy
Let us, my friend,
Be inspired by them and let us create our own
Harmonious coexistence
Our own choreography, inspired by God,
For
To incarnate His will in reality
So as to glorify His creation
And us to live in peace as He meant us to live!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2019
* This is my 2400th poem.
Thank all those who have commented on my poems since 2012! I also thank PoetrySoup because they have helped my poems become known thus they were published in books and anthologies. Soon, I think to stop posting. God bless you all my friends.
Categories:
unobserved, flower, god, men, universe,
Form:
Free verse
On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic,
Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet.
Plush it was with beaming fellow travelers and amenities astounding.
A journey of great excitement under a star-studded sky at night.
With the crew so hospitable, there was overwhelming warmth and conviviality.
Wine and liquor flowed down through gullets; tasty cuisines were served.
On the deck couples and lovers waltzed, a sweet breeze kissing their cheeks.
But tragedy loomed large in the form of an iceberg, unobserved.
I sat away from the crowd enjoying the rising gaiety.
What was the deafening sound I heard from near?
With a violent shake, the huge leviathan turned to one side.
Hardly knew what was happening, but sensed death was not far.
Hit hard n' ripped into two pieces, the vessel began sinking into the waters.
Amid euphonic melody and revelry, some didn’t know what was happening.
Some in panic ran helter skelter with growls and groans renting the air.
A man gave away his lifeboat to a mother and child, his own life abandoning.
It was a moment I witnessed the beauty of selfless love.
I was inspired to give away my lifeboat that I secured by chance.
A divine spark hit me, and all anxieties vanished instantly.
Sudden was the transmutation, I saw the whole scene in a new stance.
Heaven’s fire was lit in my breast and in love, my spirit began to glow,
How great it is to give life to someone who needed it more.
I heard the angel’s voices flit, saw a new door opening wide.
Had a fleeting vision of the heavenly hall with aureate roof and glazed floor.
I knew all my agony depart and hope instantly sparking.
With God on my side, I felt sinking into the icy depth,
My mind was calm with an unusual courage filling my every nerve,
And my horizon growing bigger and enlarging into uncommon width.
My inaudible parting words were “Goodbye Titanic, fare thee well,
In the oceanic depths, you stay as a symbol of world’s fleeting glory,
Making men think that fate can shatter and pulverize human hubris.
In the sunless Atlantic lair, lie down ageless to tell your allegorical story"!
Categories:
unobserved, angst, death, ocean, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat.
"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand."
Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged
to attack Zulu's varnished coat.
As they quickly devour him,
his paint began its work
within their stomachs
to do the same.
Zulu's last
witnessed
speech:
"Far
better
to restock
the soil of earth.
Better to be spent
as nourishment to some.
Better still to end this life
by sprouting as a seed of hope.
Better than this: "paint may be toxic."
Categories:
unobserved, allegory,
Form:
Nonet
Euphoria this morning, it hits me
now and then. A feeling of joy and peace.
A feeling of well being, sense of we
rather than I, quickening, a release,
knowledge that there is another world
so close that I can touch it if I choose,
a sense of all the others that I hold
at bay on ordinary days, let loose
in the room, the house, in the universe,
and I know I am invited to join
them where they are, here and in the reverse,
seen and unobserved, a flip of a coin
away. I hold the door open slightly,
at times for hours, then, close it gently.
Categories:
unobserved, allegory, imagination, introspection, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
It arrived in total silence
unobserved and in disguise
crept deep-rooted undetected
then it took us by surprise.
Some declared coronavirus
was no whirlwind, nor a blast;
like most objects ‘made in China’
they assumed it would not last.
Till it spread to every country
like wild fire, beyond control
causing havoc amongst thousands
and the lives of many stole.
Quarantine and isolation,
panic, stress and bouts of fear;
above all signs of depression,
the way forward, dark, unclear.
Now it’s time to stick together
find the strength not to succumb
to the foe, but with conviction
we shall rise, we’ll overcome.
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Placed 1st in Brian Strand's
Pick 2 Contest (April 2020)
Categories:
unobserved, death, fear, sick,
Form:
Quatrain
NORTH STAR
My photo
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Fidelity:
The north star of the soul
That
Helps the heart navigate
Over
The turbulent waters of temptations
And
Through the perilous reefs of lust
Towards
The serene shores of happiness,
But
Often unobserved remains by the many,
For
It is hidden behind the clouds of
Impetuous desires!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 February 2021
Categories:
unobserved, longing, love, trust,
Form:
Epigram
Young Father Murphy, Parish Priest,
he rang Archbishop Moore,
advising him he suddenly
had taken rather poor.
"I'll not be fit for Sunday mass
as I'm confined to bed,
I'm hoping please your Eminence
you'll do it please instead."
"Good Father Murphy say no more,
for you should never doubt,
the willingness of love my son
to help a brother out.
So have no fear, your flock is safe,
I’ll shepherd it with love
and while confined you should confer
with him who is above."
Then as the cock crowed Sunday morn
good Father rose in haste
and gathered all his golfing gear,
there was no time to waste.
He parred the first and second holes,
his cheeks were all aglow,
when up in heaven Gabriel saw
the sinful priest below.
He took the matter higher up
for justice must be served.
The LORD said, "I've been watching son,
it's not gone unobserved."
The third it was a par three hole,
so Father gave it some,
his ball it lofted in the air
and Murphy holed in one.
Poor Gabriel he just looked in awe ...
the LORD sensed he was vexed;
How justice had been served that day
had Gabriel quite perplexed.
"Dear Gabriel it may seem to you
the priest has gained the most,
but when it's said and done my son,
to whom will Murphy boast."
Categories:
unobserved, funny, father, father, love,
Form:
Rhyme
LOTUS FOR SLOPING KNEES
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the contentment of disheveled twigs
sitting on shoulders of humming trees,
the sunlight wafting shades on meshed nets---
it is before early morning, pale always ever,
pagan and pliant as the swoon
of winged winds. after all, while village trawlers
tug the day’s haul of buttery clams,
salmon and weeds,
the river washes its feet unobserved.
even when the hills fondle the peaks
of embossed leaves, there is no time
for human leisure on the streams, not yet. not till
compass’ hours stray too long, tedious, unabated
for folk fishermen to haul the orb ropes
and slug aquatic baits in exile, washed
from sea wine that cradles trout’s liberty…
many a time, when incandescent beam
envelopes all things gentle and sunlight drifts
on lotus flowing, rowing; as clouds hover odorless
upon sloping male knees: fishermen become
the fishes darting free, finally tranquil…
content as disheveled twigs lying
on shoulders of humming trees.
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© all rights reserved
Categories:
unobserved, peace, work,
Form:
Free verse
One word
Like a black cat
Prowling on a starless night
Sneaks past my notice
Quiet and still and
Unobserved
Escaping from my well-intentioned lips
“Someday”
“We’ll have to get together”
“Yes, soon!”
“Write me when you get there”
“I will!”
“Don’t be a stranger”
“It’s been too long”
“Here’s my phone number”
“I’ll call – I promise...”
“Someday!”
Every emotion has an enemy
The enemy of joy is “if only I had done it differently…”
The enemy of peace is “what if something bad happens…”
The enemy of spontaneity is “when the time is right…”
The enemy of I love you is
“Someday”
Categories:
unobserved, love,
Form:
Free verse
If I had sinuosity I would ooze into corners
Touching them as gentle as a first kiss,
In a non-hurtful loving way, not tearing wallpaper
Or making a dent or flicking off paint.
I would slither my mercurial self around people’s conversations,
Silently, stealthily, meandering my melting body into a quiet place,
Observing them unperturbed. If I had sinuosity I would wind myself
Into the unbeknownst inclusion of the unobserved.
I would soon understand all of the misunderstandings, and I would try to help.
But people would be afraid of my slithering ways, so they would not listen.
I would be serpent-like, and feared, if I had sinuosity.
Categories:
unobserved, light,
Form:
Free verse
,
… Schizophrenia.. of Ego mania, wipe the slate
the human logic with no plate
its late, its late… the Master plan wipes the slate..
the logics of the human plates.
let us stash the cash of world concepts past…
pile it high in the streets.. currency of egos, many discreet..
for the human of Feud, of ego minds is void
Burn the stash of concepts past, shared of ego elites
then study of the void of Sigmund Feud,
ego mania is thus unemployed.
fly away, some glad day…
as thus we sing and thus we say,
may as well be today..
or stay…… endure the fray,
as human logics pay…
there’s a promised day..
as we few opt the new way
they fray, little by little each day
as the kingdom comes, unobserved
just a little less ego every day
seems just a little sprout, of wings about
rids the gout of ego’s sprout…
logic of which is proven…
Faith the wreath, opts not the grief…
the Precept in life of truth is woven
,
Categories:
unobserved, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Long deceased actors
‘play-acting
On an unobserved TV
set
blaring from a
vacant living room.
In the kitchen a
widower
tends eggs
splattering in a
pan.
Then came a loud
interjection
from the room
beyond, “Hey,
Stella!!”
sending through him
a trembling pall
memories of his wife
Stella
who had died many
years ago
and never gotten
over it.
Still as a
storefront manikin
till the last memory
faded
he realized what
taken place:
the son-of-a-*itch
burnt his eggs!
Ding! Ding! I
tricked you didn’t
I?
Categories:
unobserved, word play,
Form:
Verse
Menacing black eyes that penetrate so deep
Searching my soul for the answers he seeks
I will not reveal
Nor relinquish my silence
My secrets confined to a space unobserved
Angels guard my soul
Safeguarding me from this malevolence
Protecting my vulnerability
Warding off sinful thoughts
The demons hiding behind his eyes
Torture me with memories
Of a man who was caring and kind
Shapeshifted into a stranger I longer know
A shadow
Lurking in the darkness
Waiting to pounce
Stalking his prey
As sinister as the darkest night
Angels and demons battle each day
Balancing life with good and evil
Basking in their glory the demons dance
Angels celebrate their victory with smiles and jubilation
Tugged from light to dark
From one breaking dawn to the next
I am weary
Fatigued from the fight
Demons urge me to give up
Join them in their hell
The angels give me the strength to fight on
Inspiration to struggle through the day
I close my eyes
The angels create my dreams
I am happy
Running through golden meadows with no chains
The sky is blue
Sun shining just for me
I see my future bright and clear
The angels guiding my way
No more tears
No more demons
Only happiness in my future
Contentment without menacing black eyes
Categories:
unobserved, angst, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics
Categories:
unobserved, humanity, peace, sky, war,
Form:
Free verse
Land of lost time... dark isolation
Unobserved recuperation
Not recoverable worry
Nonrecordable story
Unused daily recreation
User only designation
Wasted, postponed, cancellation
Collected space... never to see
Land of lost time
Equal time delineation
Priceless in evaluation
Time forgotten and not to be
Barren fields for eternity
No need for negotiation
Land of lost time
August 17, 2018
Rondeau Contest
By Joseph May
Image #4
Categories:
unobserved, history, lost, time,
Form:
Rondeau