By Poet "The computer is the delivery room for a new poem."
Pen, ink and paper join forces,
Opening up a wonderful story.
Everyone will enjoy reading,
My dancing words are now a poem.
A gleaming swath of gold appears
When I look down below.
From here, not one thing interferes
With Nature’s autumn show.
For down 9 stories, there are trees
With dazzling yellow leaves,
Though there are never guarantees,
Despite what one believes,
That year to year that lovely view
Will be exactly thus,
Since sometimes when a storm’s a‘brew,
There’s nothing to discuss.
When wind and rain join forces, they
May strip those branches bare
And we don’t have the slightest say
To keep that yellow there.
Yet this time, we’ve been sent a gift,
For every window glance
Gives me a cause to smile, a lift
That Nature sometimes grants.
Oh, my Lord,
Is there a time in Your divine plans:
That righteous hearts, mutinous will become
For
The injustices of this tormented world, to
Chase away?
That love and compassion will join forces
For
To overcome indifference and hate?
That tears of pain and desperation will end
For
Laughter and hope to have their say?
That the present enemies stop fighting each-other
For
To give themselves the chance friends to become?
That peace will reign all over Your dominion,
For
Finally, united this world to be?
If the answer is, YES, my Lord,
I implore You:
Let this time TODAY start and let it last for
All ETERNITY!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 January 2021
Why do we need all these weapons of war,
Or to go into space so man can explore
Instead spend the billions in finding a cure.
This virus is out there,
And travelling fast,
Nobody knows how long it will last.
It doesn't care who we are,
What colour,creed,or race,
It's taking all these lives right now
And laughing in our face.
So let's put our heads together
Join forces and find a cure,
We don't need rockets,guns or battleships
It's a different kind of war
POETRY JOURNAL.
I have self published.i wrote,typed,printed,
Then bound my book myself.
in whimsy
perfumes dance
calling out
for spring
uplifted souls
join forces
to wake nature
up to its feet
stars do align
the sun the wind
their might
spin this earth
till warm and
full of life
bells ring
it’s time
for spring
to detonate
to sing
put on its
annual parade
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 23, 2020
The water’s gray and so’s the sky
And all the buildings passing by
As well as cars and people’s clothes –
The gray’s contagious, I suppose.
Yet two exceptions pierce the gloom,
Intentionally, you’d assume –
The yellow of the school bus fleet
And taxi cabs with fares to meet.
Though just for fall, some golden trees
Join forces on these yellow sprees
To brighten up a dismal day
When (mostly) everything is gray.
Boros Trump? Donald Johnson? I'm confused!
Which is which, hair's similar, philosophy's unproved
Is this a new trend?
How will it end?
Will these ducktators join forces, it leaves me bemused
My muse stays in the background
when work takes up my time,
as soon as I’m relaxing
she comes – partner in crime.
She begs with much insistence
inclined to get her way,
she meets with no resistence,
my doubts are kept at bay.
Each mood affects my writing
in calm or urgent style.
Once ink is spilt and drying
I sigh – ‘twas worth my while.
There is a need for sharing
with others to connect
receive fair criticism
and, hopefully, respect.
I find the satisfaction
of laying bare my soul…
If I could ‘touch’ you somehow
I would have reached my goal.
My muse and I join forces
in tandem side by side;
with love and dedication
we take a lifelong ride.
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For Line Gauthier's contest
about Self Expression
Placed 2nd
When the message has been spoken
We need to open ears
Words are on display here
Am I making myself abundantly clear?
When a person is alone
They tend to hide behind shadows
But, together as a community
We join forces and learn to grow
He met her in Dallas
In the Silver Palace
Said her name was Alice -
He was nineteen
She said,"Let's join forces!"
He said,"I ride horses -
We've seperate courses,
You are pristine!"
But she had known lovers
And seen 'neath the covers
Of more than most others -
Places unseen
He said,"I herd cattle
My brain's 'bout to addle
From sittin' a saddle
And in between."
But she wasn't worried
As he hadn't scurried
Or left as he flurried
In the extreme
She learned of things ranchin'
Taught him the styles dancin'
And rolled her eyes glancin'-
Tearing saline
They wed 'midst great laughter
And promised love after
The years would move faster -
He was nineteen
3-28-18
For Mick Talbot's Poetry Contest "A Violette"
the second I pick up this pen
the trembling in my hand - it happens again
the millisecond I think to wonder why I am not writing
the knots in my stomach - it happens again
it all happens again
luckily I feel rain again
thankfully I am not submerged in Earth again
praying for you
if that is the last thing I am capable of
if this is the only thing I do..or the only thing I can do
still, I pray harder
and I dig deeper
Wish Two
this one is for you
refuse my red roses if you will
but just open this envelope
if for nothing else
join forces with me
praying that the rain that I feel no longer feels the same
you are brave for loving me
i pray you make it out alive
wish two has been granted
The sign of a cross lives in these eyes
where our sins and those of others
weigh us down deeply burdened inside
unspoken truth from behind the curtains
bound by silence to avoid war sleeps
Forgiveness carries the torch forward
warmly flickering with freedom and peace
healing powers internal victories fought
where love forever holds it's hand out
With caring gentleness cured by justice
wishing no harm to those whom hate purity existing
there is good in every soul to be found unique
born from each individual choice
We all reach that path in choosing direction
depends which side we join forces with
as it forges our way into the future
once there lived a thoughtful pen
and a playful paint brush
one searching for a paper
the other for a canvas
they met upon an enchanted street
while each was being pursued
by a powerful creative mind
so, deciding to join forces
they started their quest once again
and in an overwhelming gush
of true creative rapture
and much artistic sass
they created a mystical treat
of multi hued
and multi lined
beautiful majestic courses
for each artist to follow
on their own unique quest
to set the world aglow
with their own creative best
Checkmate
Date: Wed, Jan 13 2016 at 8:21 PM
We played Chess
For Sex
Exchange for Love Expressed
So I use my Pawns to get through the Queens Fortress
Looking behind Her Forces at my Fortune
Which was The Queen Fortunate
My Knights Armored in White
With Swords to Strike
Reward to Fight
For the Kings Light
Before Him was Bright
So I had prepared for them Ornament's
With Her Crown in my Hand Anointed
With Ointment
Waiting to join Forces
Her Heart been in Torments
In Whirlwinds
But Around it is Pearls Boiling
Inside Adorned Orbs of Light
I Wave to my Bishops For their Coordinates
The Previous Jewel is Glorious
Her Heart and Fright
Scares her to Love
So After my Move spins the Board
I can look in her Eyes and see Doves
In this Game of love it has to shed Blood
I'm close to her An I holler out Checkmate
I wipe off the tears from her Face
An Embrace
My Queen
If all mankind's wishes, would join forces
Earths people would have no evil to fear
Children wouldn't live or learn of hunger
because all newborn babies would thrive
But, all humanity lives in fear of an evil
That mankind hasn't learned to control
A wrath suppurates and silently churns
In the dark heart, of a broken man's soul
Only when humanity learns the lesson
As "The Great Spirit" of Earth revealed
The sole evil in life people have to fear
Lurks in the darkness, found in yourself!
The lesson:
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
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