Snow falling uninterrupted, unhindered in the silent, dark night,
Shimmering snow pellets floating down like thin silvery clouds,
Some adorn the unruffled evergreens - glimmering gems on a tiara,
Some reach the hard ground and melt like our unfulfilled emotions do,
Sky with no blinking stars, somber in reverie like a meditating saint.
I close my eyes, my mind filled with reflections of the past,
Delightful, exultant, tranquil ….
Dismal, dejected, gloomy,
All crowd crystallized in my memories,
My childhood, adolescence, youth, all unfold in my mind in a moment of tranquility,
Gone through many rare experiences which have made my life richer,
As I behold at the absolute darkness of the night,
And experience the sacred feelings of watching snow fall,
My solitary heart prays, devotes, dedicates, bows, glows,
My mind gets purified with an intense desire to be out in the universe,
And feel the inspiring oneness under a mysterious canopy.
Dark night
Silent night..
With the absence of all sounds, and all sights,
I connect to my god.
Autumn
Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.
Leaves bold
Wise, old
Winter
Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.
Lets go
New show
Spring
New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.
Face crib
Ad lib
Summer
Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.
Emotes
Devotes
Waking up before the sun kisses
Chirping of birds becomes brushed aside
Putting glasses to see better
With unpolished shoes I ride over
With an old beg of mine
Keeping some old books inside
The rusted passage let me in
I walk through a road edged with topiary
as if golden hedges welcome me
The old corridor embraces my stomping footsteps
Holding a chalk to create and defend
I march into battle ground cum temple of knowledge
Keeping all agonies behind the doorway
A warrior devotes to serve the future
An oath to fire up extinguishing lamps
And to nourish the saplings till they grow
Time rushes with greying hairs and vivid memories
But the grown up trees reminds me to keep going
Blessed is the one who devotes his life to the service of God's love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 May 2023
A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"
The river of dreams was clustered in a drowning vision that tries to escape a bubble of affliction that peacefully heals your sores from an incision. Your inner thoughts gave birth to a reality of truth that sets your mind on fire for a heavenly desire that plays the course on a trip to Mount Everest that takes you higher. Your aiming purpose devotes yourself beyond the life filled with stars that travels faster than a rocket that is more reliable then a car. You see when you wonder where this all takes place, as you wonder more and more you will conquer your own fate. God Bless!
As a general rule
we are all alike
with our faults and merits
abilities and drawbacks
excesses and deficiencies
talents and ineptitudes
Successful becomes the one
who discovers early his inclination
focus his attention on it
works uninterruptedly
is trained unceasingly and
unconditionally devotes himself to
the advancement of his trade
no matter what his trade
happens to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 July 2020
the butterfly is so strong.
it's only life purpose is to spread joy and positivity.
It's motto is that the life of every single flower ought to prevail.
It devotes so much, but recieves nearly no recognition.
The butterfly is so strong.
courageous.
unstoppable.
Not even the most powerful wind in the most intense storm
can prevent a butterfly from working.
The wind may pound the wings of their frail body ever so profoundly that they
get knocked off course,
and their job may take thrice as long,
but this inspirational,
sensational spark of sunshine
does not allow the storm to overpower it,
and it just keeps going and never gives up.
Why can't we all aspire to be like a butterfly?
In his quest for truth
Man his entire life devotes
Unending process !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 May 2018
Note the notes
the fight ends
preserve the dots
regard the devotes.
My favorite song is Al Green's Belle.
Perhaps you also know it well?
Lust and love are waged in war.
Who and what is it all for?
The guy has the girl but he is torn.
Leaving her makes him all forlorn.
But a higher God is calling him.
He feels the pull from deep within.
In the end he is forced to choose.
In his heart he knows it's her he'll lose.
Eventually he turns his back on fame
and fortune and her, they're all the same.
Unfulfilled by earthly pleasures,
he decides to take appropriate measures.
Devotes wondered what could this mean.
Behold before you The Reverend Al Green.
No stage now but an alter bare,
upon which his love of God he swears.
My heart goes out to poor Belle.
In love with the wrong guy she fell.
'Same Old Song' Contest
Sponsor Beth Evans
Blessed are the peacemakers
A great source of joy in life
They are a great blessing
Amidst life’s battles and strife.
We have one such amongst us
Who is quite capable
To diffuse any situation
To bring peace he’s able.
He knows how to calm the rage
When anger is raging high
He brings peace and calm
When the sparks seem to fly.
His mind is all at peace
When others see red
He restores normalcy
When sanity hangs by a thread.
He devotes his life to prayer
We hold him in great admiration
The world he makes a better place
He is truly an inspiration.
Dedicated to Bro. Stanley Cherian, our friendly and esteemed neighbour
My Hero by Robert
Denton July 2014
Ah, but she is
beyond all others,
a blessed divine
gift brighter than
the purest of gold.
She glows like the
sun streaming
rays upon the earth,
and cutting the
stone cold.
She is but poetic
grace,
loyal in her
movements however
clumsily she floats.
She persists in
giving
and with every fiber
of her being, she
devotes.
Oh how I love her,
my friend, my lover,
my companion, my
wife.
Despite a grim
futurity
she offers comfort
and purpose to my
life.
The pain of
existence from where
I sit,
becomes squelched by
her kind spirit
aglow.
Deeply connected,
though I will admit,
my wife is also my
hero.
Lone birch stands in a small clearing
Sadness like tears of moon light from her visage we are seeing
Beyond ghost white bark her soul is beating
Wind wonders why she is weeping
Her biology gives her limits to her being
Was she once more or less then tree to the side slightly leaning?
She feels like her very soul she is loosing
But the soul can’t be taken even if heart is bleeding
She looks to the sky dreaming
As young shoots appear at time of spring
Is there a great king
Or is it just ballad echoes sing
The mind seems to function even if unknown is the thing
Whether or not it is mind fit for a king
The soul dreads that it cannot hold on to anything
Time is a problem but maybe it is time that can tell anything
Longing to freedom in her version of justice believing
She looks for divine blessing
She wants perfection in spectrum of everything
To that goal step by step she devotes what she can do in destiny of her soul’s recovering
You can not escape the inevitable,
Stories of the birds and the bees.
We dread the thought of persuit,
in which we fore think our plee's.
No psychic can see.
No medicine man can heal.
No rules are set in stone,
of age or how to feel.
Books can teach of what to say,
But how do you approach such a thing?
I hope and I prey she waits for the day,
she devotes her life with a ring.
I will never be ready for the day that my baby makes such an adult decision..
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