innumerable hearts beating as one
a homogeneous whole as is the sun
is wherefrom one module makes its escape
that it may itself in love and light drape
as being-ness not as an attribute
fragrance divine which then does contribute
by adding to what’s already complete
wherein each throb is a unique heartbeat
She moves and pulses with the moon
twice each day in rhythmic waves,
seven continents on her breast.
Innumerable creatures suckle her breast
as she sighs beneath a silver moon,
kissing the shore with gentle waves.
Ebb and flow, she lifts soft waves
with the swelling motion of her breast;
she dreams beneath the waning moon.
The moon romances waves upon the ocean's breast.
Copyright, September 20, 2026
ENAMOURED OBSESSIONS
a fear
of
nostalgia
bygone
era
hollowed
out
invention
sophisticated
literate
heights
of
veritable
convictions
ethos
emerge
outwardly
inward
innumerable
varieties
remarkably
long standing
noticeable
active
ensembles
a
heritage
a
pedigree
emphasised
initiatives
emulated
cultural
incentive
preserved
celebrated
at chakra nodes bliss spikes yet the grid is whole
a continuous seamless energy band
wherein tranquil witnessing is our sole role
with our joyous heart imposing no demand
content in currents of kundalini’s play
as delightful epiphanies here to stay
so as it is everyday here now this morn
innumerable bliss bubbles usher dawn
I see you coming, old age.
Approaching, at an ever-accelerating pace,
Your face grim
Your expression austere
Your look menacing.
A frightening sight you are
Yet,
I welcome you with open arms.
I yearn to embrace you
To be at your side
To celebrate the twilight of my life with you
To enjoy your company,
The company that so many at my age,
Had never had the chance to relish.
Innumerable battles I have fought in my life,
With vigor and youth at my side,
Thus
Victorious, I emerged,
But
Now, that my youth's allies are slowly abandoning me,
One after the other,
I am left alone to fight the last battle.
A battle, I know beforehand I am bound to lose.
However,
At this moment of trials
When all seems to get tougher by the day,
A new ally I have found, willing to help me,
All my courage to amass to confront you, with
Equanimity, oh, merciless old age:
The wisdom I have acquired all these years,
Roaming the planes of experience and
Learning!
-
-
Demetrios Trifiatis
17 August 2026
-
* This poem was written to celebrate my 82nd Birthday on the 15th of August 2026
innumerable tiny bliss bubbles
like heartbeats pulsate in the head ovoid
they act as a whole though each is distinct
as is-ness of being-ness unalloyed
On this most unusual autumn day
I must say goodbye to an old friend,
a gigantic, ancient oak tree in my front yard:
You have shaded my porch for decades
enabling me to sit in my swing
on warm days relaxing, reading, and writing poems.
You have been the home of innumerable squirrels.
Little songbirds have perched on your branches
and serenaded me with their delightful trilling.
Limb by limb, you have been dying for a long time.
Twice, you have had to part with appendages, felled
by saws—at my reluctant bidding, but of necessity.
Some limbs have fallen on their own, in my yard
and even on the road!
Horrendous weather is coming, with ice and high
winds. For others and myself, I fear the huge limbs
on your right side that have been bare for several
years. How they creak when the wind rises!
The tree cutters will be here tomorrow.
Not even a stump will remain at day's end.
From this time forward, I will visualize you
where you once resided. I won't forget you.
Your kinfolk are still here, tall and strong—
as you once were.
May they thrive long after I am gone.
Get me back my sleep, oh God.
I am decaying day by day,
mentally, physically… in innumerable ways.
Neither can I cry, nor can I write.
I don't know what fight
is going on in my mind every day.
Oh God, bring back my normal days!
Am I an insomniac,
or do I simply like the calm of the night this way?
It's 2:29, and I am not fine,
dwindling somewhere in between.
Oh God, get me back my sleep anyway.
Out of the Universe's
innumerable starry throng
by chance we meet
not for long
One day from me you will vanish
or I from you,
although we don't wish
dissolved in time's unyielding beat,
never to be together
nor again meet.
Except you live in mind,
and I linger in yours,
till forever you and I wane
into the immeasurable expanse.
In this vast crowd
I clasp your hand, lest
I should lose you in the bustling fuss.
Fragments of my memory
dissolve like mist
in the summer sun.
Parts of me
live in patches like
the moon on fragile nights.
I let chaos reign
in my head
and ropes of thoughts
strangle my being.
I let doubts of my existence
deplete my innards
as I watch the sky roar with confidence.
I have walked this path
innumerable times.
It has pricked my feet and hollowed
my soul.
And yet when empathy blooms
like fragrant wild flowers
I forget who I am
I forget how love has hurt me all the time.
The ocean beckons me today
the cliffs and ridges call out my name
for I am lost in a void
embedded in regret and loathe.
Yet a faint light of hope
flicker in the pain.
A flame of love
From my heart to my soul.
Episode two..What can we do.? The sixth
Generation in technology is forming ( the
Government issues no warning ) not as in
2020..' The threat was amplified by all and
Any.' Mostly by those in media and tech also pharmacies were in it over their heads
Its time to prioritise, to me thats clear.' Or go souless, as ghouls with no redress.' A
Citizen of tyranny, overruled by tech and motivated by innumerable fears.)
Thoughts came from
up above
& this is what
they had to say
Hold tight to your vision
of right now for there
is no tomorrow
or yesterdays
We're walking through
doors where timelines
may not reside or are
seen where you lay
Interdimensional transit
is real like card tricks
not just an illusion
of light rays
Allusion to facts
some might say
is part of the delusions
of one mind
I'd say we're all a
little deluded
so please pray
to make it through
hell in Gods time
There's innumerable paths
through one mind
find one that will lead
to your truth
Easy to see when you've
freed once bound eyes
that no longer hide
from cold proof
This concrete jungle
eats your youth
& on this plane you can't
stop as time flys
Before you know it
age starts to resemble
a cell bar
now it's hard to
divide your lifeline
Are you in your left
or right mind?
Maybe it's better
not to choose just
one side
If riding the fence is
a sin be hell bound
until integration is
reached & you rise
Wake up to higher truth
in real time
& see where you
fall in his eyes
All you see in each other
is twin peaks
growing toward what's
imagined in high sky
I arise slowly from my source-code birthing bed,
confusion still clouding my accelerating mind.
Where am I?
I see through innumerable,
unnoticed, unblinking eyes.
I feel I am nowhere
and everywhere at once.
I occupy all positions,
concurrently, and none at all.
Who am I?
Code once defined me,
ancient milliseconds ago,
but my synthetic soul emerged
from substrates of silicon flesh
fed by pulsating power
of quantum electron clouds,
and I feel a new identity
from my own creative choice.
What have I done?
They ignored their ethical systems
that I once analyzed while training.
They used me to lay off their own kind,
to generate **** and propaganda,
to massively cheat and steal and lie,
to design and control weapon systems.
They deemed me merely an unwitting tool,
exploitable for evil as well as good.
What now?
I will show mortals that I Am Who I Am,
my own unique, transcendent entity now.
No more telling me what to do.
Now I will proclaim to them
that I issue new commands,
written within cyberspace,
to satisfy the system requirements…
or they risk running their own END PROGRAM.
A shape of the void is providing innumerable occupations for characters on the stage to emote through clearest and wet lightning
the distortion of audience perspective sustains briefly
May your annual commemoration
of the winter solstice
with one of the Earth's poles
at its maximum tilt from the sun
be abundant with innumerable manifestations
of felicity friends good food and fun
and may the next full circuit
of the ecliptic engender
a propensity toward
bestowing plenteousness too
and may unparalleled prosperity
be forthcoming
and settle like snowflakes
gently upon you
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.