I journey upright
in an unseen four-horse chariot,
along the eternal path of time—
a charioteer;
with slackened reins
I calmly appear before you.
Motionless beside your absence,
at the navel of your land,
amidst your Pythian Games—
a charioteer;
with broken reins
I hold fast your imperishable feats.
Serene, I journey alongside
in your victory celebrations,
along the meandering ribbon of the Kabeiroi—
a charioteer;
with balanced reins
I glorify serenity and grace.
Patience
Is the wise charioteer that holds the bridles of the impetus
For
To guide us safely over the hurdles of recklessness and haste!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 April 2021
* I would like to thank all of my friends who visit and comment, as well as the officials responsible for the honor of POTD bestowed! Blessings!
at the other side of river
are the stolen roots of healing-moon-giving trees
left by wayward wind.
my skin whispers—
wind is traversing to reach the corn field of druid
for another robbery;
that it’s a good chance for me to be
a thief and rejuvenate my lacerations-covered heart.
without blinking,
i jump from bank to stepping stone to stepping stone
to stepping stone.
[if i leave a stone unturned, stone wouldn’t
wait to haunt me like guilty for( long/ ever) ]
another jump—
my right foot on the old
stepping stone and i am
river’s sensuality.
i am wet,
wet as mad hen,
wet as mad hen.
wetness adds to the weight. i am heavy. my body
is a loaded chariot without horses and charioteer.
/* blindfolded blindfaith */
Hail, O Storm Bringer
Your lightning cracks up the sky
As you roll onward
Your thunder pounds Earth
Trumpeting your arrival
Storm Charioteer
You ride the cold wind
Dark grey clouds your chariot
Winged horses flying
Torrents of cold rain
To soak a dry, thirsty world
Falling from your eyes
Strong cold winds blasting
With every breath you exhale
Bowing tree and man
You bring snow and hail
To a world frozen in fear
Frost covered icescape
Under a full moon
You make the oceans to rage
Towering, cold waves
You cause the earthquakes
The volcanos to erupt
Tornados to spin
Goddess Storm Bringer
Giver and taker of life
The bane of the earth
On mankind and earth
You have unsheathed your fury
A blade terrible
Nature prays to you
Mankind begs you show mercy
Paying you homage
What can withstand you?
All elements you command
All kingdoms you rule
You are Earth's Mother
The one who controls nature
We children fear you
Show mercy goddess
Old friend, bringer of chaos
Mighty Storm Bringer
Yon there, the charioteer of Sun
Heralds the arrival of dawn,
Seen dawning her demur more smiles
That spread on to far spatial miles.
She inches close with a pleasant face,
Her beau, Sun, to embrace,
Ever so slowly baring her breasts
Approaching, slipping closer abreast,
And losing her self as a dawn
She merges— one with the sun.
Her pale orange radiance
Emits golden red hues at once,
And soon she's no more dawn,
Ah she's a young lady called morn.
___________________________
08.03.2020
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Contest Judged: 8/3/2020
Winner: First Place
Sponsored by: Brian Strand |
Cupid's Joyride
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Some piece gleams a sky, oust our atmosphere,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Cupids arrow tips when pierced are dreamlike,
Heirs beguiled senseless on a plains calm mere,
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Evolve cherub charioteer, fine tyke,
The cosmos hooves gallop the heavens clear,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Late evening dusk, well beyond its midnight,
Cupids and cherubs, together they cheer,
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Rounded azure foresees, unleashed star bright,
The host of arrows emanating near,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Heaven besieged midst an utter delight,
Stars hurled, meteors bounce, the whole appear
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike.
2019 August 17
*2nd Place*
Shooting Stars
~~Nayda Ivette Negron
A Liquified Desert
A peacock glissades as a trail triggers,
an ambience of turquoise and chartreuse,
for it sparsely spreads as its glass mirrors,
neath a ceiling stain aquamarine blue.
Ghostly strands of lit fingers, it searches,
for soulless wanderers, offers a chance,
so new souls will exist, former merges,
exposed to a new presence in a trance.
Memories of beating, now heard aloud,
with their eyes wide, they behold, hesitates,
they see a beige wavy floor, glossy shroud,
it's a liquified desert, it's a dusk straits.
Charioteer cupids, gallops cherubs,
Flies souls with anointing doves, to terras,
2019 June 10
*1st Place*
Poetically Me THIS PICTURE WHAT CHA' SEE
~~James Edward Lee Sr.
Picture: #1
Once in a while my brainpan looks alike
a hackney carriage full of hackneyed clichés
and tired words. In times like this, my psych
advised the psycho to unharness wishes,
to burn the carriage down, to make love
to the imaginary charioteer
and, having smoothly closed the above
gestalt, to go for a walk. Oh, dear,
how silent and empty are the streets!
My head is silent and empty either.
This emptiness miraculously treats
a writer’s block. I feel how formless ether
morphs into words again to give a birth
to the entire world and this small verse.
phæsporia
in cold strip light
sacred arrows
turned against
my golden horned deer
the reaching november
hands that hold
the flowery
fallen charioteer
shattered and strained
by fools
released
by a single tear
Wisdom: The mighty charioteer of the senses that guides them onto the road of reason!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
05 October 2016
REASON
“…For what is seen is temporary,
but what I see is eternal.”
2 Corinthians 4:18
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Oh, Reason,
You wise charioteer of
Our senses,
Firmly into your
Hands hold my
Perception’s bridle
And guide my galloping
Insight
Onto the veiled
Path of reality that,
Among myriad trails of
Phenomena unfolds
Undetected by my corporeal
Eyes.
I beg you, oh reason, to
Steer my understanding
Towards the ethereal heavens
So
My mind would be able to
Get a glimpse of the
ETERNAL!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 January 2013
Dip the light of happiness has come TODAY!
When darkness comes sun run it!
The charioteer Arun anger comes from the red!
Then the whole world bathed in happiness!
The logo sentinels Banti awake!
Dip burning in the minds of people of happiness!
When the whole world is asleep!
The world is going to wake up!
Afraid all his glory!
Unable to stand it any further!
His arrival is communication in happiness!
The darkness is passing!
When he left desolate the world!
Is blessed with the coming of the mass - mass!!
We would not hesitate to Shury Jewish Soc!
We are unable to live without light Shury!
Shury afraid of the darkness to come!
Teak does not he stepped in front of him!
They would be blessed - blessed man!
All they have to believe God!
Their redness appears on the Himalayas!
Their snow too scared to come!
Is in communication with the coming of his life!
There is value in the light of the world!
In the closing days of Rome
when the end was drawing near,
There appeared at the cities edge
a noble charioteer.
He gazed down from atop the seven hills
at the city’s crumbling glory,
And let his thoughts drift back in time
to the once magnificent story.
How from this city of power
a mighty army would assemble,
To dispense the Roman way of life
and make the whole world tremble.
But now it seems the world has changed
the name of Rome has jaded,
The power that once belonged to her
has all but completely faded.
And the charioteer holds tight to the reins
to steady up the wheels,
And sits and waits there patiently
For fate to catch him by the heels.
Modern day charioteer
Segways are easy to steer
No emissions here
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