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The Memory it carries

The happy drops of the rain 
that irrigates the thirsty ground 
Carrying the memory of every soul 
In love with the rain they all sing 

Rain gives water, water gives life 
Life gives memories,
Memories engraved in each single drop 
That makes me cry not because of the sadness 
But the overwhelming joy like the million drops 

The rain reminds me of the people 
Not only the people but the smells also 
The smell that reminds of the taste the tastes that carries ancient memories that are only found in each drop of the rain
Is not Christmas beautiful when wet?

Initiation

A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.

The parallax of bliss..

An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot, 
Your flow taught.

Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.

Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.

My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.

Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.

Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.

Premium Member The Lamp

Witness man's free will
It happens in his spirit
Which streams form his river
"My breath makes him understand
That he is not supreme."
As the farmer irrigates
Channeling the streams
Likewise the unclean spirits
In darkness man chooses his way
Until the Lamp of the Lord
Lights up his innermost parts
"I am the Lord your God."
He turns it wherever He wants
Witness man's freed will


Word Is Torch In the Silence

Word is silent torch,
          irrigates lights to the heart,
          fulcrum of the soul... !

Premium Member Tribute To Malala Yousafzai

The tears of your suffering, combined with
 
the blood you have shed , irrigates the tree of hope in
 
the garden of humanity
 
which 

aspires to provide shade for all victims of ignorance and 
 
hate! *








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    06 November 2020

* I was asked to write a tribute to Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani activist 
for female education. Malala is the youngest Nobel Prize laureate.

My poem is one of the poems that would be included in an anthology of poems written for Malala which would be handed to her during her upcoming visit to Mexico!

Premium Member Endless Fountain

Education

is the endless fountain 

that

irrigates the vineyard of learning

which

brings forth the sweet grapes of knowledge

that

with the passing of sensible time

produces 

the exhilarating wine of 

wisdom!  










© Demetrios Trifiatis
      16 APRIL 2020


Premium Member Lute

Lute

Curved, inviting, light,
it has the look of antique ships,
a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods.
Fretful cat-gut cords
coiled taut by silver screws
above the calibrated neck
conceal a thousand foot-pound pirouette.
Child of Sirocco and Spain,
veils, fans, brocade, and lace,
olive, vine, and orange surprise,
its plangent sound irrigates the moonlit air
peeks through black-eyed jalousies.
Dowland, Cutting and our solid Bach
crocheted arabesques of tuneful notes
like pearls, rubies, emerald stones,
to pluck or tease from that dark pupil
a winking smile of treble Sun.

On the Right Track

On the right track



If you're sure you're on the right track
Positive spirit enlightens you
Pure heart never deceives brother
and never let you draw leg back ward

The world is in their fists always 
Who drove themselves for others welfare
Think and nod your head dear 
If you feel yes here you're

Person to person's target may be different
But reaching point should be top
Who need help and association
For the betterment of country's welfare

If optimist irrigates water in the root
No need there appears to sprinkle 
Water on leaves with effort brother
If you're sure you're on the right track

It is the need of time to come on track
Time is same everywhere wouldn't be false
Youth of the country and all fellow beings
Involve to kill shark for the right track.

Premium Member Haiku Moods

Soul sits on a dream
Ponders on wonder;
Time slips away

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Cutie cutie pie
Styles a sweet smile;
Innocent allure

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Blessings now glow
Over the rainbow;
Watch dreams come true

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Stray breeze chills,
Scented shivers;
Airy evening delights

~~~~~~~~~


Mystic moments charm
Calm demeanour;
Witty textures spool

~~~~~~~~~


Joy navigates
Cheer irrigates;
Peace meditates

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Poolside garden
Plumeria blooming ample;
Ecstatic allure

~~~~~~~~~


Skyline colours 
Blaze of sunset;
Evening interlude

~~~~~~~~~


Be savvy now
Love yourself first;
Count your blessings

~~~~~~~~~





Leon Enriquez
11 April 2016
Singapore

Premium Member Happenings

Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story

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Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes

~~~~~~~~~


House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands

~~~~~~~~~


Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates

~~~~~~~~~


Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour

~~~~~~~~~


Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace

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This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims

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Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides

~~~~~~~~~


So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo

~~~~~~~~~


Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times

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Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore

In My Sleep

In my sleep;
the dream came, like a thorns to my bed,
So I wept.

We deceived! the dream and I :  
By insomnia,by our footsteps,
Our blood,our voice and by the clamorous love,
But we were vigilant for the distance between us,
Vigilant; for the laughter which always fails by the cough.

In my sleep! the dream came,
My eyes darken with sadness,
But you were in the dream fly like a bird,
Flying as if between your wings! My desired death.
As if you were an angel rises up, above the horizon,
like an Aldebaran star. 
As if the sun, wherein you are! wherein you are,
Flying away in your heaven.

You! Oh love that irrigates my sight
If I saw you in a dream.

Swear

In love I’m!
I swear, 
not to you 
but
to the seed you planted inside my heart 
the seed my blood irrigates
each and everyday.
far from you 
I see the kindness of your innocent eyes 
your voice creating sweet melodies
I swear to you my culture,
you are that perfect woman 
commanding me
not to do wrong
you are my inspiration 
far appassionato with your smile 
in love with your photo
I swear to you my culture
my love is strong 
and 
really.

Hot Temper

Matters climb the chest wall
Fingers clutch in sweaty palm
In a bow forming a fist
A burning disastrous fire
Singes the heart hot
Heat pains at a gradual space
Slice through the veins opening
Blaze the blood bank
Expanded ribs express their prowess
Flood of suspended tears
Thaw the solid mucus
Hidden within the nostrils' colony
Irrigates parted lips
In a rage tremble
Shiver helplessly with saliva stains
Red eyes welcome more red
Under profusely sweaty furrows
The fierceness of a lion
The venom of a snake
The hail of destruction.

A Week of a Man From Our Time

Monday: 
He sharpens  his dream 
By the hone of the  illusion, 
Under his arm 
He put roses   
And a bit of of life's basils 
Then goes to his work. 
-------- 
Tuesday: 
He says to the beloved: 
Tomorrow, when  the dreams tree  leaves 
On our stature, 
And the light leapt smiling 
In Our eyeballs 
Humbly will come the sea 
And give  us its waves. 
-------- 
Wednesday: 
From the breast of the clouds he suckles 
Five songs, 
And by the stone 
He slaughters the weathercock. 
-------- 
Thursday: 
He irrigates his memoirs 
With the water of trouble, 
In the evening 
He expectes to be kidnapped. 
-------- 
Friday: 
When he comes to the cafe 
He drinks from his cup 
A quantity of eulogies 
About the  members of his tribe, 
And when he goes out   
He buries his misgivings in his pockets. 
-------- 
Saturday: 
He goes to  the city bar 
And behind him he pulls 
The chariot of the grief, 
Instills in the field of his body 
Seedlings of the wine 
To make himself melted. 
-------- 
Sunday: 
His feet take him   
Where the nightmares of the road are, 
His eyes lurk among the passers-by.

Premium Member Seaside Romance

  "Seaside Romance"

in the twilight of golden dawn
as amber clouds embrace the starry heavens
faint sashay of soft wind chimes dance
while thoughts trickle to memories
inhaling scenes of sweet love last night
on the ocean waves of pure delight
as incense permeates the austere horizon
the swirling seaside engulfs footprints
of lovers etched in warm blazing sand
silhouettes of passions form soothed by ocean waves
infused into the caverns of elegant emotions
kissed by an opulent ocean
with true devotion imprinted for eternity
a candlelight escapade irrigates
in melodious symphony
as loving touches graced silky skin
bronzed by radiant sunlight
in quiet interlude
upon the ocean waves of blue
hungry mouths fashioned breathless sighs
while pristine pastel mountains
smiled a fleeting glance
captivated by a seaside romance
as Summer fun evolved.

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*For Nathan's Free Verse Contest

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