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?
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.
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 silent torch,
irrigates lights to the heart,
fulcrum of the soul... !
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!
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
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
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.
Soul sits on a dream
Ponders on wonder;
Time slips away
~~~~~~~~~
Cutie cutie pie
Styles a sweet smile;
Innocent allure
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings now glow
Over the rainbow;
Watch dreams come true
~~~~~~~~~
Stray breeze chills,
Scented shivers;
Airy evening delights
~~~~~~~~~
Mystic moments charm
Calm demeanour;
Witty textures spool
~~~~~~~~~
Joy navigates
Cheer irrigates;
Peace meditates
~~~~~~~~~
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
Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
~~~~~~~~~
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
~~~~~~~~~
This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
~~~~~~~~~
Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
~~~~~~~~~
So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo
~~~~~~~~~
Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times
~~~~~~~~~
Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
.
*For Nathan's Free Verse Contest
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