I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
Although I cannot hear your sound,
I feel you must be hanging 'round
as I grow old.
I can't fool myself or pretend.
You don't compromise or bend
when it's time for me to end.
Why are you so cold?
You're like a woman in a fantasy
I think about but never see.
Through hardship and strife,
at times you offered me relief,
escape from pain and grief,
and though you're a heartless thief,
you wouldn't take my life.
The time, now near, I have no choice,
I listen, but I don't hear your voice,
lying quiet and still.
Will you inundate me with fear
or comfort me like a teddy bear?
I only feel, as I disappear,
a momentary chill.
A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness.
Green slips from shore, a purchased release.
Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds.
Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip.
Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise.
The last of life, extinction blazes black.
Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip.
A mist of remembrance where stone nuture once lay.
Shriveled trunk, bloated limb, a silent fiasco
We were infinity, now the singularity
Last of our kind, the jewel of what was fading.
As humans watch with insufferable
Floods follow no lofty order,
And blind be to any border,
They like none, nor dislike,
And equal do all strike,
He knows who’s a fair beholder.
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Happenings |24.08.2024| river, flood
Poet’s note: The new regime in Bangladesh recently felt that India deliberately opened up dam waters to inundate the neighbour country. This ditty shows, the truth is otherwise. The Indian territory was no less affected by the floods, and their fear is not well-founded.
In your glaring eyes I see an inferno of anger within,
you splutter words of malicious mind like the acid rain,
as sane senses turning into ember ashes rise in my view.
I don’t abandon you in the cruel cauldron of hatred,
nor do I blaze you in the flame of rabid retaliation instead,
for fire can’t douse fire, as wrath in my soul you can’t spew.
I inundate you in flow of forgiveness spurting like fountain,
shower of absolution drenches you, douse the fire of disdain,
you rise from ashes of remorse at the burnt edge of calm true.
I pray to God, for strength of mind and wisdom of sense,
so I can absolve the sinners, a pledge of my sincere essence,
forgive kindly others for wrong doing, I plead my soul to pursue.
The whirlwind of time drifts my soul
from life rooted transient in the present
to the distant desolate nowhere
where I was once, but left forever.
That’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Out of the shadow of perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
time cascades to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream, eternity.
The entrancing memory undying,
subsists in the restive recess of the past,
as my enticed bird soars
in the fleeting firmament of the present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
With the imperishable soul,
afloat in the sublime sea of timelessness,
wafted by the congenial longing wind,
I’m on the sanguine sail,
yearning to get from time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift, eternity.
Earthly Reality
The day silently journey toward anonymity with eyes wide awake
while a plethora of resolute flora thrives in a remote wilderness
Sacred sanctuary surreptitiously shelters slithering startled snake
as teardrops shaped raindrops inundate crops with earnestness
Moonlight ascend unfettered diffusing a dazzling gloss at its wake
illuminates silhouettes of grieving spirits drowning in emptiness
Noble acts of love could nurture even the tiniest forlorn snowflake
capable in igniting that dimming sparkle of human virtuousness
08/19/2023
Aboard Vision of the Seas,
cruising towards Bermuda
The wheel of time carries my soul away
from the life rooted in the present
to the distant desolate land
where I was once, but left forever,
that’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
that time carries on its cascade to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I like to see the entrancing memory undying,
subsist in the discarded recess of the past,
for the soaring bird of my love
flies in the sky of my present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift…immortality.
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December 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Contest
I chase the migrating mirage of endless desires
in the desolate desert of my weary existence,
I carry my languishing life listlessly across bleakness
on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.
I wander worn down in the wasted landscape
with the deceptive awareness of bereft belonging
to the surreal ambiance of beguiling openness,
I’m caught in the whirlpool of mire of mortal being.
I strive strongly to be free from the worldly grip,
destiny designs, resulting in the loss of essence,
impelling me to break away and chart a new path,
with discernment of divine conscience guiding me.
I transcend the looming limits of space and time,
implore God to show me the way of inward journey,
for I devoutly yearn to be suffused serenely with
the patina of perpetual peace shining in the soul.
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment,
flooding me with the aura of freedom and happiness.
I sense delighted the faithful flow of blissful divinity
inundate my inner sanctum as I open the floodgates.
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April 28, 2022
Theme Chosen : Open The Floodgates
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
If I were immortal,
the carriage of fleeting time
can’t carry my soul away
from the adoring life in the present
to the distant realm of the past
where everything acquired
gets abandoned in obscurity.
Trailing the shadow of the future,
creating the convivial flood of love,
time carries on its flow to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells dormant
the perceptible desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
If I were immortal,
the entrancing memory won’t die,
subsisting enduringly in the present,
for the soaring bird of my love
will fly in the infinite firmament,
spreading the wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail of life,
set to embark on an endless journey,
I’ll get from the stalled time,
the surreal divine gift…immortality.
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April 23, 2022
Contest : If I Were Immortal
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
If we inundate our hearts with beauty, beautiful the world forever would see!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 February 2022
" Oh, you thoughtless and egotistic creatures that
call yourselves humans.
You, that are daily complaining of the floods that
inundate, your lands, your cities, your streets, and
your homes.
Have you not yet understood that all this water is
nothing else but my tears caused by the pain
inflicted by your blasphemous and barbaric ways upon
my, once fertile and pristine face? "
Thus spoke mother earth and then released her tears!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 February 2022
Sacred Love
She sat wailing eyeing the unattended grave
Taciturn sky lugubriously empathize with a tormented soul
Relics of joy the hungry heart infinitely crave
Fears diminish as tears submerged an unquenchable ghoul
Kneeling and pounded by hard jagged stones
Her resolve inundate fate reflecting tidal wave approaching
Laid upon bedrock repose his withered bones
In a dying ember born is the essence of sacred love arising
Penned: 09/13/2016
9:53 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner "Vision of the Seas"
on the way to Athens, Greece
The wheel of time carries me away
from the listless life rooted in the present
to the distant desolate wilderness,
where I was once, but left forever,
that’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to get abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
that time carries on its cascade to inundate
the lavish landscape of ornate life sculpted
in my sartorial mindscape,
I dwell in the desire domain of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I strive to perceive the pulsating memory undying,
subsist in the discarded recess of the past,
for the soaring bird of my love
flies in the sky of my sensual present,
spreading the wings of dream to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating entranced in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift…immortality.
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December 20, 2021
The tides of time sweep my soul away
from the life anchored in the present
to the distant obscure shore left forever,
that’s the receding past yet to be obliterated,
but lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
and generating the convivial flood of copious love,
time carries to inundate the landscape of lives carved
in my mind where dwells the desire in perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I like to see the entrancing memory un-annihilated
in the abandoned recess of the past,
for the birds of my love flies in the present,
spreading wings in the firmament of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating on the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the wind of love blowing on the sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity
the surreal gift…immortality.
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July 26, 2021
Contest : Immortality Yes Or No
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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