As I have wondered through the halls of old,
the minds of famous scribes in academia
had made me fearless, oft carelessly bold
when Mind betrayed lexical anaemia.
Soon baying at the Moon as it weeps,
a different view, depending on aspect.
The wisdom I crave inexorably seeps,
but seldom culminates into respect.
The misprision's become my badge of honour
as hyperbole swills in lexicon o’ Man.
Long years of uninformed populous dour
with magniloquent thinking that poetry can.
Yet I contemplate books in warehouse—
dyslexia transformed it into ‘wh…house’—
endless mirth that others could never douse.
(Dedication to Starry Night by Van Gogh, 1889)
Sometimes I find it difficult
to express myself to others.
I've grown accustomed to silence,
with my thoughts racing
lying down at night,
I look at myself and say,
"Who am I to this world?"
Turbulent skies and clouds
with no destination spends
hours awake through the nights
waiting for the dawn as the stars
hide behind its shapeless
soul, then I say,
"Who are you to this world?"
The stars tremble as they hear
the winds in motion, its voice
culminates them causing its simple
nature to shine past the dark void,
as the night draws a path straight
to my empty room,
strong is the light but delicate
are the shoulders that bear
the ungrateful for their daily indifference.
I sail between them to receive
and to endure their hardships,
I ask, "Where are you going?”
I drop an anchor in the center
where the voices of many reach
that don't go beyond a sigh
and I wait, clinging to their hopes.
Perhaps you will see me
the closer I climb to you,
and at last be able to sleep
alongside the forever
hope filled bones and stones.
The only problem I find with you
as other people apart from not only
just me
Which has been brought up and mentioned
once or twice before
Is that you seldom seem to able to know
where to draw the line
Because you seem to do it for kick's and
revel in the thrill of it
And when you sense the taste of blood
You go in for the kill and tear your
prey apart into tinny fragment pieces
And it always culminates when you are done
with you licking your lips for fun and
garnering as much pleasure from the
final outcome as you can get
And you never seem to regret or wish to seek
forgiveness for however much harm or
damage you cause
And It simply doesn't bother you in the slightest
the fact that all they did was get in your
way or firing line when you were having a bad
or off days
And asking you stop take into account
or consider other people's feelings
Would be just like waving a red cloth in
front of a bill and not expecting subsequent
wrath to follow
Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…
Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…
Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…
This cycle culminates in pain
And humankind’s demise
Such senseless acts full of disdain
Place heartache on the rise…
Let not these prisoners of hate
Destroy our unity
In time, these simple minds of late
Will face their destiny…
You and I can find the peace
The love that’s colorblind
These acts of cruelty must cease
Embrace all of mankind…
Submitting to A Strand 1070 Contest on 02/10/2022
True devotion is born in sacrifice,
by birth in harmonic beauties vice.
The fire that cooks and burns,
affecting the heart as it preserves.
Desire after desire and its purpose,
consideration creating refined corpus.
The faith in oneself that culminates,
to the faith that in Gods grace narrates.
To uproot the question from the ground,
answers by initiation crowned.
Tuning of soul and school of life so dear,
then through light all things become clear.
Whether the treasure is on earth or heaven,
yearnings of the soul all given.
The love stream that flows continually,
one wants to be owned by that mentality.
No wondering about the future or past,
realizing the sacred present ever vast.
Too early for festivities, Christmas stillness crouches
Soon puncture of anticipation unpacks gifts
Humid harassment, curtain pummelling sun pounces
Dull of smug day blocked, first denial assists
Performed to prosper, biology reaps what's obtainable
Demanding we sit attentive in its auditorium
Under Star of Bethlehem, glory of Christ born in stable
Impossibly modest birth place unfit for Him
Finality of year held close by opportunistic beginnings
Tradition wreathed by assurity of expectation
Emerged from trauma, miracle newness distinguished
Hardship God given culminates in celebration
18th December
- Angels -
The purpose to create pure truth to see,
the attitude to make God a reality.
The hidden desires of the creator,
secrets of the ever divine mentor.
Testament of beauty every soul pursues,
evidence as prophecy by personal virtues.
Nature of individual inheritance becomes itself,
modesty in spirit beauty intimate self.
A living faith as matter in state of spirit,
kindled souls by word of merit.
To discover the error of self by right,
is the uncovering of the light.
The form of love regardless progressing,
culminates in love of formless blessing.
Situation in life are the mirrors transcendent,
bringing out the real and false intended.
Reflected in the richest tincture of the sky,
colors that change transcendent wings at play.
Knowing spheres and task assigned,
by laws in eternal aesthetic kind.
Guided by orb of wandering planets might
beneath the moon’s refined pale light.
To deserve a watchful spirits care,
brilliant beams of wisdom from the brightest fair.
With beating hearts by compassion wait,
miracles to come with the birth of fate.
Chill the champagne
Activate the festive flair
Turn on our tv set
Tune in to Dick Clark’s
New Year Rockin’ Eve
Enjoy the lively entertainment
Times Square becomes
The center of our universe
The crowd is jubilant
Excitement roars
And culminates
The old year almost over
We join the countdown
Wholeheartedly and loud
There is no going back
Up and up in anticipation
For the celebrated ball drop
Five four three two one
Let’s pour the bubbly
And raise our glass
Hugs and kisses
For all our loved ones
It’s magical and surreal
Another year gone by
We turn the page
Goodbye Hello
We start anew
Dreams launched free
Exhilarate with possibilities
AP: 3rd place 2026, 3rd place 2025
Submitted on February 7, 2020 for contest STRAND NO.670 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Sat here looking thru a stack
Of every I love you you gave
And I thank God for the good times
Specially now you’ve gone away
First a birthday then a Christmas
You never missed a single one
Now every folded memory culminates
With me wishing you weren’t gone
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
Some bring laughter, others tears
Yeah who’d have thought, after all these years
How one small something, from a drawer appears
Making you cherish what’s disappeared
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
In that envelopes a note from the heart
Don’t you dare say it’s only just a card
When the day comes, that you part
That drawer then holds priceless art
All these cards
Once touched your hands
They’re one small step back
Back to when
Every feeling
Helped warm my heart
There’s more than words
Inside these cards
Goosebumps expose exhilaration-bliss
Wonderment shouting from my heart’s abyss.
Tingly sensation victoriously delightful
Indeed, they’re physiologically helpful.
Relieving me from prophylaxis tension
They aid in my comfort room’s exertion.
Sweat release they fulfill in their presence
Midst my struggle to get rid of body’s toxic license.
This biological engagement with goosebumps’ nature
Joyously culminates while I thank God* for well-being’s nurture.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
November 14, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT 3 any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/4/2020.
Life's
Sweet dream
Culminates
With advent of
Death!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 March 2019
1,2,3,4,1.
* Tribute to a dear cousin of mine that her life's dream
culminated yesterday! R.I.P dearest Matina!
Super Moon so mesmerizing
Extra-terrestrials
Aliens
Do they wonder who’s on Earth
Come greet Earth's homo-sapiens
You captivate me from above
I thank you and
I send you love
Your beam of light
shines through the night
Super Moon so luminescent
Your ever changing girth
Every quarter a rebirth
Culminates in all your glory
Super Moon so transitory
Gazing skywards so enticing
Gently lure me in
Hypnotizing
Tantalising
Super Moon so mesmerizing
Late October 2018 competition
Sponsor Brian Strand
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
No comforting arms when bad dreams come,
Only confusion inside, What have I done?
Seems like there should have been, a lot more fun.
Oh, go away yesterday
Running with broken arm, too scared to cry,
Living in limbo not afraid to die,
Feeling forsaken, not knowing why.
Oh, go away yesterday
My special treasures given to others,
Always wishing for non-existent brothers,
Never, ever dare say the fault was mothers'
Oh, go away yesterday
Emotions so hidden, protection the only call,
Neglect culminates in long concrete fall,
Destiny is breathless, will that be all?
Oh, go away yesterday
Written 13 May 2018 for
Rhyme and Refrain Contest: Sponsor Broken Wings
3rd placing
Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound
Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters
Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto
In silly banter we trust
French letters a must
But remember the other
Freud had a mother
In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled
In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch
Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations
Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother
So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams
Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls
He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope
When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad
High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles
All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt
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