casting winds forging
blistering bitter colds breathe
winter’s whispering
~
falling flakes of snow
fidget drops of whiten dust
snow storm rains on us
1/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The tension between
two disparate answers
Reinvents the question
—rebirthing the truth
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Forging ahead, means so much to so many folks
for myself this means multi-planetary inhabitation...
this is a great undertaken cause many think it's a hoax,
Space X doesn't think so, nor I, as a matter of fact...
we need to hurry, hurry on up there, establish human,
existence, not to perish like dyno's did, stay focus on that,
why now, well we can, need to provide all people a living...
"one universal work force for humanity to survive",
think what this will accomplish, ramifications' stayin' alive
doom also gloom can happen any day, every day we do not...
launch our spaceships, set up infer-structure to these means
like turning our head, when passing homeless, also 'r' astronaut's
The excellence
Of one's character is forged,
By
The hammer of divinity,
Upon
The anvil of Humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 October 2022
If water can penetrate the hardest stones
Let the Heavens storm forth God's word
lashing rocks round His altar
Glancing off those that pay no heed
Saturating those who feel the need
~ forging good deeds, sans the screed
Necessity
is the anvil upon which
destiny forges one's character
by using
the hammer of life's afflictions
according to divinity's
Will!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 August 2020
-
I thank all my friends for their comments on my POTD honor. I also thank the officials of PoetrySoup for bestowing the honor.
You got to have mercy you got to have Grace
You must be submissive to the Creator and get in the right place
You must be forgiving and maybe we'll forget
So you fellow humans don't have power over you yet
And yes I'm forgiving
And yes I have regrets
But I keep on receiving
As I'm acknowledging Christ
And I won't go on alone
For you see Jesus yet on the throne
With him I'm going to keep on going on
I will be strong
As I let live I will truly give
My heart to you
In forging truth
9/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
forging
lasting memories
one hug at a time
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Your forging of my life, my Lord, has rendered my faith, harder than steel!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 May 2016
Braising sun stagnate, scaring blistering air, sand cutting strafing, more will I mention, elements raising, wedge freely created, by those who do not care.
Floods freely forging, water crushing scare, wave weaving pressing, life lightly wasted, warnings for all to beware.
NO-no!
Now-now!
Naughty naughty!
we see you
posin' poser
pretending to pump out popular poems
utilizing
sneaky glitch tricks
don't act like you don't know...
there you go
posting poems
perpetually perturbed
agitated arentchya' aintchya'?
impatient
mad man
feelin' flustered, FRUSTERRR...rated!
flippin' flabbergasted
aghast at absence
of reads
down on
knocked knees
prayin' please
time to take
matters into your own hands
start scammin' some
on-demand poetry sees
deal 'dem dirty deeds... damn
SHHHHHH...hush hush...
just as the clock strikes twelve
aww-hell,
no one's lookin'...
QUICK!
time to Logout of the Soup
swoop up your own stuff
swiftly stoop to
click click-clickin'
Looky Lucky Laddie!
pretty poem's page
is justa'
stick stick-stickin'
and
with a click-click here, and a click-click there, here a click, there a click
everywhere a click click...
Old McSoup Cheat
stole three hundred views,
E-I-E-I-O-
Oh no! (you didn't)
When forging a blade,
A swordsmith would
Place a rod of metal
Into the fire until
It had softened, then
Fold it in on itself,
Over and over,
Each time making
It stronger-
This is how metal
Becomes a sword...
Becomes something
Able to kill.
When I fell in love...
I thought he must be
Breaking my heart,
Over and over-
Until I realized he
Was forging it,
Like a sword;
He folded my love
In on itself,
Each time making
Me stronger-
This is how I
Became his...
Became someone
Able to love him.
Thus by fire, and by love,
We fashion our tools of violence.
Undone by a forgotten dream
Fell into your eyes and began divulging things
Out from between my lips, my thoughts streamed
Underneath my memories of you entangling me
Fragmented scenes of dreams found an opening
Overwhelming intuitions of who you used to be
Unglued by the truths that I could not know
Frightened that your secrets are now set aglow
Overcome with the shame of of being stripped and shown
Undertow drags us somewhere distilled and clear
Forming a net and pulling you near
Open and truly tender, our fragile hearts advocate here
Unfolding before me, you so purely unconcealed
Fluid vulnerabilities tear my heart open for you to feel
Only you, in my eyes, my paramour revealed
There once was a man
At peace with the world
He forged his day though
and only for he desire;
nothing more.
Well one day
a great king and his men
climbed the mountain side
up to George's cabin
and they asked:
"Please sir we need your help
we need your forge for our health.
we are engaged in war
and we need more swords
please sir please help"
George held his breath for a moment
and thought it over untill he said.
"I would if I could but I still need metal"
So the king supplied the metal
and George supplied the swords
The rest is history.
--Writer's Note--
What I'm trying to say is. keep doing
what you love and never give up because
something big may be waiting at the end!!
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