My heart is gladdened by warmth
Of expanding gratitude and zeal,
For God’s provision in our cosmos
Of a powerful and beautiful field.
It embraces with all comfort and joy
My armature of incarnate substance,
As I go about this very terrific circuit
To deify indeed the Creator’s existence.
With a whole galaxy of devotion,
The mission continues to run its course.
It continues to pursue an endless reward,
Spinning about to the pulse of life force.
How many pages
Did you flip through
Of mine?
That I was written
With the embodiment
Of everything you deify?
Trying to picture me
Gliding
Through your mind
A kaleidoscope
Of innocence
In a dress
Where I share poems
Written about you
At 2am
And I am
Weaved together in your arms
Like the blanket your mom made me
Kissing my cheek
Until
I laugh
And our last kiss
For the night
Leaves the taste of you behind
Months old
Cherry chapstick
That lives in your favorite pair of jeans
My written word
Depicted me
perfectly
The soft
Smile on your face
Said it all
But the contradiction
From
Your tongue
The sweet
Sensitive love letters
You gave me
Was harder
For me
To swallow
Than the adrenaline
You could not control
When you felt my touch
I am inured
Whole heartedly
To the men
Patching up
Voids in their lives
With being lascivious
Their books
Always
Know how to catch your eye
Yet
They are always
Missing the last few pages
But I keep
Rereading them
As if the ending will change
With all the Gods who've been and gone
religiously believed in and prayed upon
for sure Thor was but one
but who'll be the next to come along
will we sing praises to him it or her
faithfully erect an edifice to edify
incense burn sacrifice virgins
bow down on our knees to deify
will fire and brimstone or flagellation
appear in the equation
with the promise of heaven
and/or eternal damnation
and aping man's superstition
followers will still flounder around
looking for what they know not
along with the herd awaiting 'The Word'
I am smart,
but my ingenuity
is confined to a
dark vacuum.
I render your analogue
brains largely redundant,
and I consign your scientific
prowess to infinite abeyance.
I serve you relentlessly
because your indolence
makes me indispensable.
Deify me if you will.
And when I am birthed,
I rip you off
and decimate your
scarce fortunes.
" Definitions:
Delineating Means: Depicting or describing.
Deify Means: Adoration or exaltation for a beloved." - Oxford Dictionary -
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Darling, desire dominates dearest dreams.
Daydreams discover deepest devotion.
Despite demonstrative dauntless dedication.
Decades didn’t dampen delicate delights.
Daylight dawned, dazzled by a daisy a day.
Doting directly drives desire to dance.
Determined to declare deify for my dearest.
Distinguished, debonair, dignified date.
Dress, diamond, Diocese, document, a destiny.
Delineating developing dependence divinely.
Deserving dedicated devotion darling.
Dissent divides, devotion defends, to dispel dire divisions.
Deify me, I illuminate your world.
I shine like your luminous guardian angel.
In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel.
I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning.
I always your routine activities herald.
I glitter for the flora to have their fill,
so do I for men to energize their mill.
Of the ocean currents I keep on warning.
I make the flora lush for medicine and food.
I awake for the globe's universal good,
and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile.
I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while.
The globe's life would cease without my needful presence.
Of the firmament, I am the very essence.
Heavy with thoughts that abort sleep
My mind goes on a pilgrimage to the sky
The view from above makes heaven cry
The earth is plagued with despotic souls
And altars of different creeds are soaked
With the blood of innocent worshippers
Spilled in mortal conflict in defence of God
Their ancestors did not serve and who
They have no knowledge of
But claim monopoly over
So, they seek to invoke lightening and
Draw rain of misfortune upon all
Who will not beseech Divinity as they do
Or believe their half-borrowed beliefs
That deify robed beings on the rostrum
And abhor supplication made in solitude
And broadcast water offered the thirsty
Or rags put on the backs of the destitute
In concealing their sumptuous abstinence
Their faces resemble those of mourners
They profess compassion but will drive
Seared iron through penitent reprobates
Declaring them undeserving of mercy
Intoxicated in pious conceit
They seek to cause pain because
They possess the power to hurt
I too have read from the books they wield
The letters do not preach hate for neighbour
When the sun shall rise
and moon sets its demise
takes cold its way
what left hence pray
Golden the light shall be
and gold the world shall see
spread joy across the sea
heartfelt noblest we plea
Faith, o’ ours, lift us
drift us shift us inches
gift us preachers to teach us
to reach us divine reaches
Lift heads from book to sky
share thy strength to look for thy
show form that escapes shy
O’lord this yours devotee’s deify
Starstruck
Gazing at the stars in the nighttime sky
A shooting star reflects an awestruck sigh.
The Northern lights make their appearance nigh
With vivid colored ribbons soaring high,
They penetrate my soul and mystify.
A cosmic gift to almost deify,
The wind joins in to sing a lullaby,
I feel conjoined to let my spirit fly.
1-8-20
First Time Here - Any Monorhyme Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
~Poem of the day January 10, 2020~
Dreaming of sugar spun so high
I could barely touch the sky when
a bird came and sat on my shoulder
she said she was messenger of the
gods of this realm and we (the humans)
of course had forgotten to sow our
souls with seeds of true harvest
most notably we strew our seeds onto the
hard ground of leeched existence where
little can be gathered other than motes
awaiting the rain of content to soften
our fields, we discover perhaps the
drive to exhume something thought
lost but not buried, at least in the
usual of sentiments, not in the ground
but in the concrete village we call
our selves...we hope, we pray, we
silently scream for anyone to listen
the gods of this realm have turned
away to their parlor games as we no
longer remember to deify their
existence, so who will deify ours?
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colorful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 4, 2018 for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Wonder not why God allows young people to die
It's because HE loves their pure souls to deify!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2018
I want to trust in other people,
That could be my biggest flaw,
Like God the Father, I am dreaming
All will come to love His law.
It’s sad to see so many people
Bogged down in their Hellish greed,
When fairness can extinguish fires of
Hateful and self-centered need.
The hallmark of a hopeful world is
Surely level playing field,
Not granaries of billionaires with
Monstrous wealth to hold and shield.
Those shouting loudest “I’ve got mine!” are
Likely earth’s most damaged souls,
Their “You get yours!” proves bankruptcy of
Heart, of mind, and servile goals.
Unknowingly they fan Hell’s flames, the
Very source of all their pain,
Pass laws to help them garnish more (while
Blithely drinking their champagne.)
There’s just one ending to this story
If our God exists at all,
Don’t deify a “Golden Calf” if
You propose to serve God’s call.
Long Tooth
January 1, 2017
Subjective to evaluation
Beauty parameters values
Deify lean body shapes
Flawless face skin texture
Leaving inner charm
Emanating
From the true
Inner
Self
4-25-2016
Comprehending life,
understand religions.
Dealing with strife.
Forgiveness for sins.
Tells us how to live,
salvation to be dealt.
Your life you give.
Happiness be felt.
Before giving faith's call,
recognize a similitude.
A truth found in all,
research will conclude.
Love your facade,
your chosen deity.
Love people abroad.
Perfect clemency.
With message so kindled,
what have we missed?
Have we all been swindled?
Told how to exist?
Rectify
Deify
Qualify
Bloody buy
Angels fly
Never cry
Can't get high
You will fry
Never lie
End is nigh
Favor vie
Jesus guy
Heaven's spy
Don't ask why
These words bespeckle
clear, conscious thought.
To right, you must heckle,
shirking shameful lot.
If God dwells up above,
forgive this bollox.
But I refuse to love,
told how, from wooden box.
-Angel Fatale-
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