The sky staggers
in s
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s of sleepless blue,
a celestial storm stitched from sapphire and sorrow,
where stars swell, simmering seeds of unstable light
trembling like thoughts too vast to be contained.
Above the village, night kneels in restless reverence.
Roofs rest in rigid resignation,
windows dim as quiet witnesses to cosmic unrest,
while the steeple stretches upward like a hesitant prayer
that never quite reaches its answer.
A cypress rises, black, brooding, blade-like
a funereal flame fixed in the soil of silence,
cutting through the composition like grief given form,
binding earth to the fevered heavens above.
The wind is unseen yet insinuated,
a wandering whisper weaving through the whorled sky,
stirring stars into spinning, shimmering syntax,
as though the night itself has lost grammatical control.
Nothing here is still.
Everything leans light lurches, darkness deepens, distance dissolves.
The world holds together on tension alone,
as though the painter captured not a landscape,
but the moment reality began to tremble.
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
From the beginning our shaky love was fated.
We had met and I fell, but patiently waited,
a fact for which both of our families were glad.
Even though we spoke with words insinuated,
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I wonder if we were a curious dyad.
Was this acerbic love become hate belated?
Only God will decide if this is good or bad.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
Love faded rapidly after we had dated.
I wondered if I should remain calm or be mad,
I questioned guilty feelings that were created.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
You were time-worn, emotionally armor-clad.
I understand now you would never be sated.
You bore the spirit of an unsettled nomad,
from the beginning our shaky love was fated.
Achingly romantic dreams I had created,
a basis for lifetime togetherness’ launchpad.
Alas, I have become confused and frustrated.
Tomorrow, in a renewed search for Galahad,
I will always wonder.
In the midst of the mist of natural October
Deep within the hills of longing and luxurious lightness
There lounged a powerfully mystical elk with a mission
He was a marvelous example of a mighty beast.
The other creatures sensed he was there.
This was not said aloud, it was insinuated.
A bit of fey in the air, the faeries were about.
The mist parted, and the beast walked into the clearing.
The silence was deeper and more glorious now.
It was a time for reverence and peace.
Elves and brownies watched in awe.
It was a magnificent moment in the enchanted forest.
Cousin Blanche disclosed, explained, expressed and told.
Stories from the family’s past, many quite funny and old.
She hinted, insinuated, teased, and laughingly conveyed,
Mom said her lies were proof of her role as old maid.
We believed her tales, they delighted us so.
Whether or not they were true, we will never know.
My soul seems gone
life
withdrawn
a murder scene
scoured clean.
My heart appears dead
expiration
ahead
darkness despair
sheer nightmare
hellish abyss
medusa’s kiss.
My mind feels slain
savagely spent
on maggots lain
injected infected
this disease
destructions intent.
My being is hollow
spilled out
bloody wallow
oasis of scum
unrequited love’s
kingdom come.
Everything is lunacy!
absurdity
pervades so brutally
insinuated
insistently
beyond reason
love’s season
near senility.
My body confides in me
in grudging ways,
with little murmurs and signs,
each trying to get attention
without snapping its fingers in my face,
like faint, mysterious radio signals from (inner) outer space
that escape detection often,
comprehension always,
small aches that ghost through my body and
the already over-populated radar of my consciousness,
as if keen on being missed,
rashes like miniature night bloomers on the
vast landscapes of my limbs and torso,
origins unknown,
non-rashes, equally tiny, anonymous things,
that surface but don’t stay long enough
before sinking back into the realm of the forgotten,
eyelid twitching out a code decipherable by no man.
I receive frequent messages,
hinted, insinuated, encrypted.
My body has its own mind.
I’m trying to be a better reader.
Insinuated and Humiliated
Things bad about Trump were insinuated,
And then he really had become humiliated;
Very perturbed,
And disturbed;
From suggested subject always deviated.
Jim Horn
Ever Beguile
None of you will I ever beguile
Could not find it to be my style
About a person was insinuated
Poor behavior so we have hated.
Was even read in current news
About how others he will abuse
And always take advantage of
When what we need is much love.
Misrepresent those with handicap
Between each ear represent gap
Lack of knowledge or any feeling
No wonder we are hitting ceiling.
You should see news sky rocket
He has our plumbs in every pocket
Never knew what was his game
Four more years of the same.
I won't bother to mention his name
like a popular actress failed to do also.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
deranged snapshots of reality
full-moon's analytical quagmires
conceptualizing archetypes,
creating art of duplications
venturing prickled duplicity,
slapped me bout sideways
insinuated tacklin' romance,
uncompromising twist since
you thought me a maniacal *****
took a spin on the wily horizons
landed horizontal 'tween thighs
'twas a wee prick of somethin'
naught patter of heartbeats,
whitewashed the lunacy
off my derriere & cleavage
attempting to forget the
writing on the cosmos
when it beckoned me to
your teensy universe
Gazing at windmills, dare you see Giants;
Call impossibilities imposters,
Incapable of withstanding your blade?
Or are you fearful of approbations
Of insanity insinuated
By the ignorant? Only Quixotic
People possess dreams consideration
Worthy – visions demanding better days.
Status quo subversives – call them poets,
Persistent purveyors of personal
And societal Dissatisfaction.
Excuses excluding innovation,
And personal insulation must go!
We can, shall, will resolve persistent pains.
Gazing at windmills, dare you see Giants;
Call impossibilities imposters,
Incapable of withstanding your blade?
Or are you fearful of approbations
Of insanity insinuated
By the ignorant? Only Quixotic
People possess dreams consideration
Worthy – visions demanding better days.
Status quo subversives – call them poets,
Persistent purveyors of personal
And societal Dissatisfaction.
Excuses excluding innovation,
And personal insulation must go!
We can, shall, will resolve persistent pains.
Tell me exactly why you left.
Did you think I wouldn’t care?
I’ve been beat up and bereft,
as I sit quietly and stare.
I painted pictures of our romance, and you ripped them to shreds.
You’re a tainted permanent fixture, I tripped and fell on my head.
Where was I when our summer fling dried up and withered?
Your care was back then, a runner sings lies without trust delivered.
Forgive me for wondering, but was another woman on your mind?
I don’t live free, pondering, was your lover an easy girl to find?
Trust has been broken and our book closed its final chapter,
Lust has been spoken and I’m decomposed, you’re the primal extractor.
No remorse was shown and your goodbye was only insinuated,
I reinforce I’m alone and you fly so high as I sit quietly intimidated.
I’ve been beat up and bereft,
as I sit quietly and stare,
tell me exactly why you left,
did you think I wouldn’t care?
Date Written: May 19, 2016
With indignation in my heart,
The wise man I asked:
“Why does God allow evil to take
over the world?”
With compassion, the wise, looked at me and with an
Imperceptible smile, replied:
“Could it be possible, my dear friend, for
a general ever to win a single battle, if his
soldiers chose never to obey his commands?" *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 September 2015
*Inspired by the comment a friend made when
insinuated, that God doesn’t do much to combat evil.
Raining into dark
In realm of darkness
with all hopes lost,
Walking to the unknown
I dared not stop,
When no one chose
that path of loneliness,
Wishful beyond real
I went directionless,
Then tiny raindrops
subtle and serene,
Came to my rescue
to wash away my grief,
Echos of little joys
set my heart to resonate,
Tugged at the strings
harder to elucidate,
Insinuated life
into my dejected being,
To nurture the soul
and brush it deep !!
Written August 28th, 2015
For contest by Pendleton Arkwright
Sleek, wet, brown bodies
Nakedness insinuated
Hair trailing behind wide eyes glistening
Blinking streams of water from them
Mom yells
”Stay close to the edge in case you need to grab it!”
Sometime in life you will need to grab the edge
And pull yourself up
Through reflective lenses
Into someone else’s eyes
So the emptiness in you doesn’t fill with water
And pull you down
Too far
For the light to reach
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