Best Vii Poems
I wonder,
If ever the fruit thanks the tree
For helping it grow and becoming
ripe.
I wonder.
If the tree ever thanks its roots
For keeping it standing and for the nourishment
They provide.
I wonder,
If ever the roots thank the ground
For supplying a firm base to plant themselves
In search of food.
I wonder,
If ever the ground thanks the microorganisms and minerals,
For enriching its soil to become
Alive.
If no-one
Never express gratitude to each other
Then
A great injustice is committed,
UNLESS...
All of the above is one,
And as such, all work in unison for a single purpose:
To serve the divine will maintain life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 September 2018
Oh, eternal Poetry:
Divine language of the Gods
Soul of my soul
Thought of my thought
Breath of my breath
Heart of my heart.
On your enchanting chest
Let me forever linger
For
Your inspiring heartbeats
I yearn to hear
So as worthy verses for you
Everlastingly, to write!
© Dimitrios Tryfiatis
18 January 2022
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I dedicate the honor of POTD to all my good friends who, uninterruptedly, comment on my poems. I also thank the officials of PS who bestowed the honor! Blessings.
Each time I see:
The golden sun
The silver moon
The platinum stars
I see Thee, my Lord
Each time I hear:
The rain to fall
The brooks to murmur
The falls to roar
I hear you, my Lord
Each time I touch:
The morning dew
The blooming flowers
The tender leaves
I touch Thee, my Lord
Each time I scent:
The flower's aroma
The air's fragrance
The sea's saltiness
I scent Thee, my Lord
Each time I taste:
The ripen fruits
The sweet honey
The intoxicating wine
I taste Thee, my Lord
Thou are:
The source of my life
The reason for my being
The cause of my thoughts
The ruler of my feelings
The savior of my soul
Without Thee there is:
No meaning
No purpose
No grace
No salvation
Thus
Eternally
I would worship Thee, my Lord and shall
Devote my life to serving Thee in all humility
Claiming nothing for myself
But
Glorifying Thee with every thought, word, and deed of mine
In the best way, I would be able to
In the hope that I could help others the way Thee, would like
Me to do!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
I wonder,
Is the soul as happy when she leaves the eternal to be enclosed in the temporal, As she is when she starts her trip to return to her celestial home?
I wonder,
Whether the enlighted soul is as worried when she enters the ignorant body,
As she is when she leaves it and has to account for the success or failure of
Her mission?
I wonder,
Whether the soul is incarnated out of Free Will or is she " obliged " to go Through such an adventure called life?
Finally, I wonder,
Whether one day, we would find answers to these pertinent questions, either In the physical or in the metaphysical realm?
Till then, my dearest friends,
Let our faith lead the way up to our last breath with confidence and trust to
Our Lord's divine plan!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 December 2022
Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story - VII-IX Continued
for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun
Check out: www.stateless.mysite.com/Pantouns-20-Aout-2017.pdf
(The pantun line varies between 8 and 12 syllables and is most commonly found in the anonymous quatrain form. Cf " Poietics of the Pantun ", pp. 49-67 in T. Wignesan. Sporadic Striving amid Echoed Voices, Mirrored Images and Stereotypic Posturing in Malaysian-Singaporean Literatures. Allahabad : Cyberwit, 2008, xix-244p.)
VII
The One-Act Play's the favourite Old Men's roman fleuve
Experience shows Old Men how to keep the Wench in hell
They know how to stoke the Imagination with love
They need no how-to softwares to write a novel
VIII
The One-Act Play they say is still Old Men's mainstay
Though on Freytag's Triangle they slip down climax
The Wench cannot make Old Men still come up their way
Not so the Youngster his horns gore Wench's false syntax
IX
The Wench always seeks to milk Old Men in side-burns
Old Men know One-Act Plays don't box-office burgeon
Nor drips invested in banks ensure big returns
Not so the Youngster who banks his bit in oven
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 11, 2018
Author's Note: Recite the following using the rhythm and melody of "Home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope play." The first verse can be used as the refrain:
His income tax structure is strange
Donald will the needy shortchange
The overly rich
Claim their life is a b-i-t-c-h
For them he’ll find bucks on the range
A clear planet earth never smokes
But Trump’s cohorts grim are the Kochs
Where fossils remain
They'll tear into the plain
Fracking rigs are their dirty jokes
There's fat upon Miss USA
The Donald says queen you shall pay!
"For my regal job"
She did painfully sob
"Is rehab a roll in the hay?"
Like buffalo once were so vast
Our middle class was unsurpassed
Now they are the prey
While republicans play
And deny the climate forecast
Between hope and despair, joy and sorrow,
The path of our life, Thee have traced, my Lord,
So as we live both through good and evil
Before You grant the soul, heaven's reward!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 May 2022
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* I would like to thank my good friends for the honor on POTD, which,
I gladly share with them.
I also thank the PoetrySoup officers who have bestowed this honor
upon me. God bless you all!
She's Wet VII Continued
When she gives a cough or a sneeze
Some wee trickles down past her knees
Her knickers are damp
She smells like a tramp
Dashing home so nobody sees
Written by Jan
Inspired by Arthur
Continued by Mystic Rose
She does a little peepee in the bowl
Voiding her bladder is her only goal
Then out comes a fart
Fresh and a la carte
Followed by a turd down the hole!
Continued by Sey
A sigh of relief she wipes her red rear
as the monstrous turd starts to disappear
much to her surprise
it has too much size
and shoots out and hits her left ear
Continued by Steve
Dear lady of the house please don't send me to hell
I know it would get rid of that awful smell
But I have an idea for some fantastic cons
I will be a banker in stocks and bonds
And should I fail and the flush you administer
I will pop out downstream and become a Prime Minister
Continued by Nonsense Alley
Get antibacterial Wet -Ones!
Use plenty for cleaning those soiled buns
Got turd in the ear?
Please! Have little fear.
Buy Wet-Ones for poop- ear ala runs.
Continued by Kimberly
Good gracious this lim'ricks a foul one!
With peepee, a fart and a brown one
Now all has been voided
Smell can't be avoided
So snap on that clothes pin for more fun!
Continued by Eve
Oh! Dear! I guess I am going to have to get some
Depends custom
made,this is just happening too often
and I’m losing too many of my good chosen
underwear in the garbage can at Wal-mart and spending a fortune
After the Second of Epona Plains
Part Seven
Gundar Nills..the Victor.
Your witch I'll burn
At the full moon
So precious to you
As my son was to me.
And Damn you all
For eternity.
So Gundar Nills
Ordered his men
To tie poor
Kathryn to a tree
In the forest
Of the Mystic
Mountains.
He sensed that
His love was in dire need
And rode all the
Day and into the night
Until his horse could go
no more.
On a hill the Young Prince
saw down in the valley
It was Kathryn
that night,
Burned at the stake....
He was too late
To save her.
He mourned.
Gundar Nills,
The Viking King,
Had his revenge,.
His son was
Atoned for at last.
But our Wiccan Princess...
An amulet she
Wore that night.
He said it had the power
To protect her
He said...
No fire or pain
Would she ever know...
As the flames grew around her..
You could hear
A sweet voice singing....
Until she just vanished....
Like smoke in
the air....
Our Prince
gathered his strength
And rode threw the night
To face Gundar Nills,
The Viking King,
A challenge
Was made
And honored.
At the Bay of Epona
They met for one last time..
They both fought
With shields and daggers
Circling each other
Until at last
They rushed head on
Like thunder.
Gundar Nills drove his blade
To the hilt....
He thought he had won the day
But to his dismay...
He felt the point
Of the young Prince's
Knife pierce his Blackened
Heart.....as he fell.
Gundar Nills, the viking King
Was dead.
.
But alas our Prince
was mortally wounded......
Oh Kathryn...he sighed with his
last dying breath,
My love will always yours.
From the day we shared
In the meadow......
Till this...
And our Prince closed his
Eyes forever.
Many did witness what happened next.
The heavens they did open
And Kathryn appeared
In a bright flash of light,
and took her lover
home.
From that day to this
You can see on the
Mountain,
Over looking the bay,
Carved deep
into rock....
Our Prince standing
Guard...
With Kathryn at
his side.
True friends are a treasure
Deposited in one's heart
From which
He may withdraw any amount
Without ever having to ask!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 September 2022
The setting sun's rays
passionately kissed the sea.
Embarrassed-she blushed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 January 2020
Truth is,
The soul's nuptial gown,
Masterfully embroidered,
By
Virtue and justice,
Under
The guidance of the divine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 December 2024
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL
Life is the divine will expressed through the harmonious coexistence of opposites within space and time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 November 2018
It doesn't matter if by
An ocean we are separated, my friend,
For
At each sunset, on every wave, my greetings I
Will lay upon
So
When the sun rises in your part of the world, they
Will reach you
And
In your kind heart, a harbor of friendship would find, to
Anchor and rejoice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 June 2022
Oh LORD,
Give me the force to withstand the
Cyclopean waves of human hypocrisy and malice.
Make me strong as to endure the suffering inflicted
By the knives of hatred and inconsideration which
Constantly pierce my heart, so as not to seek revenge
But only affection.
And finally, oh LORD, let your divine love pass
Through my bleeding wounds to heal them in
Such a degree as in the place where insensitive people
Wanted to plant the malevolent seed of vice,
Your glorious tree of virtue, to flourish instead.
Amen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 July 2020