It had shone for a million years
Its twinkles were seen from afar
This orb shone brighter than the other spheres
It was a' super' star
Having used up all its fuel
Forces began pushing and pulling it
It will lose this duel
As its atoms began to split
Time catches up with all things
Even stars have to go
To its luster it clings
Ending in an explosive glow
.
bang bang bang
kutu kutu kutu
thump
'gainst mah conguh
(((slap)))
bang
bang bang bang
fuh fuh fuh
bang
'gainst mah luv'd'er
(((boom)))
,)>
Dots of sheer brilliance
they wave a sputtering wand
marking the seaside.
Brief but beguiling,
a sprinkle brings too much,
tears splatter your eyes.
Mosaic magic
intertwined lines on canvas,
all over the map.
Waves of wispy wings
playing touch with a high tide,
explosive ocean.
Flashing fireflies on the shore,
blink brightly forevermore.
It's a yummy chocolate bath
What joy to play in slushy mud ~
Mom said to have fun !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated
Tummy’s explosive
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.
If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become feckless.
Sodden residue forms a slippery grin,
asperous fingers caress so gently.
You tilted my neck to get a word in,
the alien touch is so foreign to me.
I’m so used to things that are vicious,
this method comes off a bit too benign.
You possess me as if I am precious.
My titanium side is extremely assertive,
but I have so much softness to give.
You mix telepathy with a mandolin,
this dimension of language a key.
Connection gets a seraphic spin,
that tenderness translates to carefree.
Becoming acquainted with courageous,
our two spirits merge and intertwine.
I no longer feel believing is treacherous.
In the past I have been so combative.
Now with peace? I am frankly, explosive.
Intensity
Full attention seems as
A focus on something
Reinforcing the view of
Something as separate..
Demanding separation..
A potential story of
Explosive liberation...
A grenade of love,
Explosion of red roses,
Hearts burst from above.
You left, but we were meant to be,
We were a perfect couple, everyone could see,
Infecting my mind, thoughts of you, tear open my heart,
I trusted you, believed you, and you ripped me apart.
I got angry, screamed, punched a wall,
Bang Bang Bang!
Left behind with nothing but bloody knuckles, and a forced on smile.
I need you, and you need me.
Your friends tell me to go, but I don't want to!
I want, no, need to see you!
They treated me like trash, told me you didn't wanna see me,
But that's a lie, right? We have a bond.
I saw you again, you told me to go,
I twitched, and cried, and told you to die!
I didn't mean it, I promise!
I was just on Adrenaline high.
Now I've fixed myself, but you still don't want me,
So I sit alone at home, hoping that somebody,
Will think I'm good enough once again,
And not treat me like an explosive friend!
The speaker says
There is "no you"
And brows furrow..
But the sub-text
There is "no not-you"
Seems not spoken or heard..
Which could ignite
Perhaps and maybe
An exploding Wow...!
Ammonium Nitrate
Acetone Peroxide
Butane
Dynamite
Erythritol Tetranitrate
Gunpowder
Lead Styphnate
Trinitrotoluene
8atha 8atha 8atha.
Egoism,
This potentially explosive device
That unobserved is lurking on
The foundations of every relationship
Could easily go off at every given moment
Because
It may be triggered by:
A misused word
A misunderstanding
A disrespectful remark
An ironic look
Or
Even an inappropriate gesture
And by doing so
Is capable to bring down the edifice of love
That
So painstakingly is built,
Throughout the years by the participants,
Would be wise to be disarmed by both parties
Before
It explodes and chatters all dreams and
Aspirations
Of
The hearts and souls involved
Leaving
Behind only the ruins of their
Promised bliss!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 March 2021
Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …
Stillness
The hum within
Mind body magnetised
Rapturous bliss in renewal
Purring
06-November-2020
He is the fire, the rage.
Eyes red as sin.
I fell into his trap,
and I know I would fall again.
He is destructive,
Someone who would break me.
Inferno roars from his breath.
I don't know why I gave in.
He is my weakness.
I cry when he embraces me.
My skin scorched in flames.
There's nothing else to say.
He's explosive, violent, and strong.
I wonder how long can I hold on,
not sweet, not kind,
but I know that forever he is all mine.
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