(For all the girls in Gauteng)
I am the Violet of Vereeniging, a vibrancy that nakes ultraviolet light seem pale and week.
My modesty is a magnificent mirage, masking the seismic power of my purple, potent, perfect presence.
I am the definitive definition of grace, the grand gravity that keeps Vereeniging grounded in pure beauty.
When I blink, lightning strikes the earth, purely out of sheer, shocking astonishment at my charm.
My fragrance is the secret ingredient in every single beautiful memory you have ever had.
I am a vibrant, vital,valuable vignette of absolute, undeniable vitality.
(For all the girls in Gauteng)
The Rose of Rathanda
I am the ultimate ruby blush of Rathanda, so overwhelmingly fragrant the moon faints .
My petals, spun from stolen starlight, dictate the very tides of the Indian Ocean.
Kings forfeit crowns just for one blinding glimpse of my of my majestic, blushing, burning Rathanda beauty.
When I bloom, the world holds its breath, fearing the sheer, searing, staggering power.
I make the sun feel like a mere flickering candlelight in a dreary, dark, drafty hallway.
I am the eternal, ethereal, existential epicenter of all divine desire.
I am the Violet
I am a
Bonfire branches
swaying in summer
dress
At the riverside
playing with the wind
A long tress
Snaking curves
In the rippling river
A summer spree
Leaning lips
through the vapour
A cup of tea
Sizzling heat
ripening the mangoes
Juicy delight
Swimming feet
in the evening pond
In the sky, a kite
Rendezvous of
eyes and tresses
With the author
Continues the
cloud nine trip by an
Ecstatic elevator
____________
July 4, 2025
there is a pup named Jack
boundless energy he doesn’t lack
with teeth s sharp
and a nasty bark
he finds chasing cats ecstatic
Ecstatic
each waking hour my
every thought is of you
even if I don’t always
express them, they are part of me. I hope that doesn’t
embarrass you and I trust you find this
encouraging. You are my
enchantress.
In caves prehistoric
Static from minds ecstatic
Lively from minds elastic
Passion from minds romantic
Impression from minds pedantic
Bizarre from minds frantic
From Cro-Magnon to Warhol’s antics
Art pleas images and not semantics.
Oh, you ecstatic youth,
How much I love and admire you and your dreams, I definitely can show
However,
I pity you for lacking the certainty of having a future to live and to grow!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 September 2022
With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra,
I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me,
I felt I was no more in control of what was to be,
I heard voices of celestial beings,
Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera,
Angels misty, joyful tears stirring constellations,
Each one delivering an electrifying sensation,
Arousing my psyche, mind, spirit and soul.
The night enveloped us in a sheet of moonlit satin,
Caressing us, millions of stars cascading,
Sprinkling star dust upon us which glowed
Like fireflies, the milky way seemed to be slipping
Down, slithering across the sky,
Whilst the moon, other planets and solar systems
Collided, pyrotechnics illuminated the sky,
A deafening symphony tickling my heart cords.
Intoxicated and spent, gazed into his expressive,
Loving, fathomless, fawn brown eyes,
Such an encompassing ecstatic connection,
A togetherness of merging into one,
Sealed with a passionate kiss,
Filled with life-long promises,
In awe, Planet Earth trembled beneath us,
One wondrous night, of many more to come.
My happiness
it's totally light...
I endure suffer without
despair and agony,
rather i relish existence
in full rapture
jubilation and euphoria...
Repackaged and Ecstatic
Reborn here now without baggage
My spirit is light and carefree
I come completely repackaged
Wrapped in love and tranquility.
Life is breezy I dance anew
Reborn here now without baggage
It’s astounding what God can do
He has turned tragic to magic.
A light shone upon my damage
A voice whispered unto my heart
Reborn here now without baggage
I have God’s gift of a fresh start.
Noble dawn, newfound path I walk
My replacement soul’s ecstatic
In praise of our dear Lord I talk
Reborn here now without baggage.
9th October 2021
Three days and topo,
Drawn circle to stay
Within; can’t
Encounter another.
Three days of solitude
Bare provisions, no tent;
Fruit, jerky, one egg,
Three matches.
The rest of food to find
Mid-summer, Sierra,
Plenty if you know,
Nothing if not.
Night one, little sleep
Chilled, shaking fingers
Touch flame to tinder –
Welcome whisp.
Eat one half orange
Put egg within
Then orange into coals –
The first breakfast.
Eve, day two,
The silence doesn’t speak;
Smells and sounds
Grow strong and loud.
Night three, a voice
Different language
Primal, musical,
Ecstatic, empowering.
Hike back, meet others
Sit in circle, no talk,
Eat sandwiches
Listen to a drum.
A sea of tranquil calm envelopes us,
enlivening each cell within our form.
All that we do is allow without fuss,
surrendered to the benign current warm;
vaporising to become the bliss swarm.
Call it ascent or call it Samadhi,
rapture renews in continuity,
divine magnetism electrifying
teleporting us in serenity,
wherein we remain, bliss within purring.
11-October-2020
Sweet-n-sour pours
from heaven’s ethers;
the taste of crimson and
citrus metamorphoses
and a lemony-sugar
tipped with ginger
plays across the palate.
Mind to body and back again
neurons dance in 4/4 time
to the flow of colored
syncopation;
taste of lavender
and pink cinnamon-coated,
rose hips;
yellow chamomile soft,
relaxing and savory.
Pour through me,
a rainbow of flavors
caressing my soul.
Wrestle my sleep
I want to be awake
when souls tangled
ecstatic knot, little magic
of million dreams soaring
open my heart
empty your soul
The universe is our witness.
Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
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