Back and fourth she is pacing
Which way to turn left or right
Her heart and mind now racing
Wheather its day or even night
The one thing she's embracing
That is to be on the highist hight
It would seem no time wasting
What always wets her appitie
The only thing shes now tasting
Wheather out of mind or sight
If the dark shes not chasing
Then it is always the light
Follow up to reality unreal about ex partner
Written july june 2022
Horrible condition
Often lead to a visit
Somewhere we all have been
Perhaps when you jumped
Into a shallow pool from a hight
That was much to high or maybe
After a cold when you coughed your
Lungs up without stop
Regardless of the reason
Out of all that live we all have been sent
Off to the hospital where the staff present
Mastery of health to hopefully
Save your life
The near voice hight me down the slade
All searing whisper and the spluttering cascade
What's yonder in turf with a rolling heyday
O dearest love,is it you lying in this brae
I strove to see you from the lone mountain peak
What adrift in you,be daring and speak-
Like a flageolet that overtune the breeze
And a sweetest gilded jelly of buzzing bees
I knocked on the door; your heart of chamber door
Ever;evermore you were my dories oar
Coveted I and loved you with a love;ever
Tell me once,you felt my very heart but not never-
Consent me to linger in your magentaish garth
And we'll ever,be ever part our tepid hearth
Shall I compare you with the plenilune of evetide?
What lingers in you, be daring and confide
Shall I compare you with Helen before I adiue?
Be daring and speak what swathe in you
I wonder why the air is not seen?
Is it too naughty or is it too clean?
I wonder why the water seems blue?
Is it still choosing which colour will do?
I wonder why I can't fly?
Did I do something wrong or did I lie?
I wonder and wonder where is my tail?
Mom assures me though it'll come soon by mail!
I wonder why the rainbow is bent?
Is it too old or is it too hight to mend!
Questions don't end do they?
And I'm not surprised curiosity ends with a why.
A lot has changed since I was eight.
My brain gained a bit of weight,
Dance went from a hobby to a skill.
Grandma went from writing notes to her will.
Losing stuff went from teeth to pounds.
My dog went from a puppy to a hound.
Boys went from cooties to cuties.
Money went from tokens to toonies.
Height went from short to tall.
Insecurities went from one wall to a whole hall.
Yet the part that changed the most,
Wasn’t my hight my looks or even my growth.
It’s the way I care.
The way people stare.
The way people talk.
The way people walk.
People went from smiles to death glares.
From jokes to dares.
From runners to heels.
Yet I still don’t get the appeal.
I SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY HIGHT
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
EXCEPT THIS PILE OF "NOT RIGHT"
ALL THAT I WANT
IS TO WRITE A GOOD BOOK
TO AROUSE ENOUGH INTEREST
FOR A PUBLISHER TO LOOK
SO I WILL SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY NIGHT
AND I WILL NOT LEAVE
UNTIL I GET IT RIGHT
When the moon is full will you not come?
Can you not like the rose petals out stretched,
come at the hight of the moon?
Life is to short too stand off in the
Distance, high in the sky like the clouds.
And together to soon tonight will be gone,
like a wave on the beach that is lost.
Ah, my Marina Queen!
You, who reigns over the Marina with grass
so tantalizing, so verdantly green.
Holding costly homes that gaze over the
San Francisco Bay,
I adored the music of fog horns, and
could listen to them hight and day.
We all blessed by a mystical, silent drops of fog!
Embracing the Marina and we, your most serene
residents ......all night long!
No tourists on the huge lawns, run!
They. unknowingly believe Pier 39 and souvenirs
are far more fun?
San Franciscans know the city far better than a
sleazy tourist attraction.
They love the unknown jazz and coffee haunts.
Smiling at one another in delightful satisfaction.
The overpowering scent of Eucalyptus trees,
The Japanese tea garden.
Souls that are totally free!
12/3/2022
Dogs are not safe,
Many stolen,
Broken hearted owners,
Prey they come back,
Most stolen for puppy farming,
Some stolen for dog fighting,
Many types of vehicle used,
White transit vans the most,
Check for markings on your property,
You then know yours is chosen,
Hight fencing extra locks needed,
In the garden stay with them,
Take care when taking walkies,
Be vidulent stay public,
If a vehicle stops those inside watching your pets,
Keep on walking and call the police
Rest of the things on this Earth to grow Mount Everest to follow suit to grow by the hight of a school going child or to the hip from the toe of his father Mount Everest has come up nearing the galaxy of stars by 2.8 feet.
No, my Lord,
I do not pray for mercy but only for
moral strength,
strength, my own wings to grow,
hight to heavens to fly
and
nearer to Thee my soul to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2020
To those Purple Orchids,
bringing my mystique out.
wantedly or without my permit.
To the brisk blow.,
to snog it tacitly
here beside my ear.
Then to the sturdy sea,
for reminding me,
The sentence of a sin.
To the flaming fire.,
For rescuing me
From all deceits.
To the cool drizzle.,
to call the warmth out
When it's hight temp there.
To these silvery chords.,
To pop up the question
when all others in quiet.
Sky's splendor
Night's light
Heart's tender
Lover's hight:
Full Moon!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 September 2018
* Yesterday night as I was watching the moon came up with this little poem.
he is our maker
and heart breaker
for us all
be there if you call
its sit hight above
there is only
ONE LOVE can think of
GODS LOVE
Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely,
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit?
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews...
What tiss thee end?
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee,
What tiss the end?
A'Loft, a-sunder, encombered, enwrapped in a colapse
Of thoughts falling like snowflakes in the sun.
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