A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
The Eternal Ember
Decades are passed, an embrew slices Earth's chest
And countless Energy invests
It blooms
Bamboozles doom:
Decades past
In search of and at last
Pause and steadfast like mast,
It is swaying and living
It's breath giving
Spreading light and delight
Catches might and cashes bright
Twitter positivity in melancholy
Singing joy and cherishing cheerfully
Saying goodbye to pessimism
She is the flame of optimism
Guarding like boundary wall
A spirit stands by at her side
It covers her and clicks in her glide
And in thick and thin, it stands tall
Decades pass
A flame flames
Light in thick darkness
It lits and brightens chaos.
A dedicated and loyal soul
Kind, finding time to edify, seek
Those kindred hearts who fan the hot coals
Into the flames of poetry which leak
Like embers, wild sparks from pen and ink
Standing for truth, for justice invests
In other poets to bring happiness
Above all faithful, candid and fair
Humbly shares his talent possessed
Always taking time to show that he cares
Beneath the cloak of midnight's grace,
I spread my wings, begin the chase.
Through the whispering trees, I navigate,
A seeker in the dark, my hunger won't abate.
The moonlit path guides my flight,
Casting a gentle glow on the canvas of night.
Silent shadows, my companions in the quest,
As I explore the secrets that the darkness invests.
Rustling leaves tell tales of unseen prey,
Nature's whispers guiding my way.
In the depth of night, I trust my sight,
A hunter's prowess in the soft moonlight.
Between branches, where shadows play,
I'm a creature of instinct, a nocturnal ballet.
Through the velvety air, I weave and wend,
On a journey where the night and I blend.
The night breeze whispers tales untold,
Of moonlit secrets, mysteries unfold.
With every beat of my wings, a promise to keep,
In the heart of darkness, where dreams and shadows leap.
You are not a man that lies
God of Abraham
You are not a man that changes his mind
God of Elijah and Elisha
You are not a man that dodges crisis
God of Shedrach Meschac and Abednego
You have no beginning nor ending
You are God of yesterday Today and forever
I put all my trust in you
Woe betide any one
Who invests his trust in
A mere mortal that has a beginning
And a determinate end
All you said you would do
You have done them for me
Cause you are a covenant keeping God
At whose command the universe was created
Sacred,
unlike corrupt,
wealth
May also become
mental health,
unlike pathology
Empowering compassion,
unlike disempowering dispassion
Co-invests in win/win
economic relationships
Which may also become
co-operative political partnerships
Rooted in courageous
deep felt listening,
bicameral breathing
Pregnant pauses
open to silent
nonviolent procreation
of health minded
and grace embodied
deep multicultural re-connected
re-ligioned holistic meaning
Integrity's warm
unconditional potential
compassion of Left green minds
and integrity of Right red-kin-kind
organic bodies
Exploring further win/win
peak and valley
front and back
out and in
summer and winter
paternal and maternal
co-refining
dipolar co-arising
yang/yintegral peak
co-gravitating
intuitive/cognitive
nonverbally felt then verbally thought
co-empathic
Divine monotheistic mind
humane polytheistic body
co-infested peak polyvagal experiences.
At dusk in her belight she appears,
She smiles 'oh'her smile like silk, her smile which illumes,
My eyes stumble for her beauty,
She invests her gift to my land 'oh'so surreal,
She comes a nigh yet she's afar,
Her touch so real as it is an illusion,
She gives a light in guidance to a lonely man,
Her glades leaves his gaze abstracted as it is clear,
Her silver star like gift which shines even the darkest of faces,
In her ryhthmic visit,
To always lead,
Alas I sigh,as she descends back to her abode,
Leaving me in wonder,
"When can I see you again".
How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.
On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across the fabric kernel
The waves were sealed on the scanty shore
The furor was in harmony with the dust
Pearl-like seaweed and scrubber.
Moonlight over the Sea at Dawn
It is ideal and so spectacularly tempting
The churning water bred white foam
I am enthusiastic to have the plunge
The tendons, sinews, and guts were all wary
A season invests these twilight hours
Fetch the ache and gentleness
Misleading magnetism
My inner mermaid is hopeless
The moon was merely out of the embrace.
It related me to a no-blue world
Spume was kicked by white ponies
As they did in our fourth year of dreams
Cantering toward the welling of time
In the utter stiffness at the two ends
Do not feel dire about shedding tears
The spectrum of the dull light
We never noticed.
Written: October 29, 2022
Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for medical treatment..
His children study in europe..
If he die he will be buried in his native country..
Pakistan is just a cemetery for Pakistanis...
How could a cemetery be developed???
Warren Buffett invests in oil
Bringing Climate Change to a boil
Earning profit is fair
Warren wants his fair share
And oil under soil will not spoil!
Take a chance the new employee said; the entire room laughed.
She is the Evel Knievel of our company, someone informed him.
As a newcomer, he was arrogant and a tad bit mean.
He never got to meet the real me, so he never knew.
I take a chance every opportunity that comes my way.
I am the one who invests in the craziest things imaginable.
I stick my neck out, daring the guillotine to come down.
If he had not been so pompous, he might have gotten to know me.
But he was a misogamist, and I have no room for these people.
So I did not get to know him and he did not get to know me.
He is really great once you get to know him, someone told me.
Additional proof that she is the worst judge of character I know.
edgar allen poe: he died on my birthday, but before i was born and before the beginning of the civil war. he might have enjoyed the pale horse of that day, as he endured the hellish bells, bells, bells & belted the raven’s forevermore.
sylvia plath: loved to take blood baths, hated tulips, and was born twenty days after my birthday, many years before. i was introduced to her bell jar in my high school years.
james mercer langston hughes: he invests in the euphrates, congo, nile, mississippi (m - i- double “s” - i - double “s” - i - double “p” - i) rivers, where his soul has grown deep.
robert lindley: the soup’s own dark poet, emotions worn on his sleeve,
he watches the waters flow from the riverbank & returns from ashes and dust
darkness falls and delivers
7/21/2022
If
One invests the wealth of his feelings in
True love
Certain it is to receive his dividends in
Happiness!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
22 March 2021
I'm looking for ways
to withdraw from capitalism.
Perhaps you can help me.
Perhaps this is something you want to do too.
I've begun by starting a garden
and riding my bike more. It's not much, I know,
but imagine
the effect of millions doing the same.
I've stopped eating animal products. If millions joined me
industrial agriculture would fade into nothing
and we'd live in a healthier world.
I've put my money in a credit union that invests locally.
Perhaps you and I could start a cooperative business
and share all the profits with those who work with us.
The slave and the slave-holder
are caught in the same cage. Neither has freedom.
The only way to live fully is to withdraw from the circle of pain.
I'm looking for ways
to withdraw from the madness of thinking I can “own” anything.
I'm learning to think of myself as a steward
protecting the rights of unborn generations.
Perhaps you will join me.
Perhaps with our small actions
we'll reinvent our human society.
her notes do me justice
more than any other
caffeine injected soliloquy
consoling in consortium
no censure
to my beating inner pride
reserved
she sits upon my table
sentiments lavish behold
tapping out a bloody sky
seduction battled, blessed and bold
nearer arousal invests
she alone, as I
fervor mid confusion
disassembling cloud~faire
pushing our storms aside
gently I take her bullets
mouth them til they rise
adorning all attention
no letting
life won't slip on by
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