Long 25th Poems
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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.
Against injustices they railed—
within shed tears, I saw their plight.
In our moral duty we’ve failed.
Their troubled spirits to immerse
in laughter which abounds in verse.
Pococurante obedience.
Parting: an Aubade in a sense.
POET'S NOTE
Updated 25th Aug with the mosaic rhyme in the final two lines:
obedience & Aubade in a sense.
Recommended reading: Desert rose selenite/gypsum.
POETIC FORM: Saraband sonnet (I used the BASIC French rhyme scheme, extended).
The Saraband(e) derives its name from a fast erotic dance of the 1500s of Mexico and Spain which originated in the East. It is a stanzaic form imitating the dance steps and written in any number of septets. The various forms consist of tercets (axa—‘x’ being unrhymed) or triplets (aaa); the chief difference being in the rhyme schemes of the quatrains: English (axa bcbc), Spanish (aaa bcbc), Italian (axa bccb OR aaa bccb), and French (only axa bbcc). Each subsequent stanza repeats the rhyme scheme set in the first stanza, but in the longer Saraband poems it is not unusual to mix Spanish, Italian and/or French septets. Any metrical foot; any metrical line—some authorities insist on octal syllabic lines rendering it minor art (= 8 syllables per line) but this is not cut and dry.
Saraband Sonnet: It comprises 2 septets. Rhyme scheme: It depends on the form chosen. In the sonnet form, the rhyme schemes have been extended for the French variant (aZa in the tercets where 'z' rhymes), and Italian variant (aba cddc—thus, an addition ‘b’ in the tercets). Some examples can be found where the rhyme scheme for the second septet is progressive. It may be octasyllabic, iambic or trochaic tetrameter, or an extra foot (iambic pentameter) may be added to conform to the basic sonnet. The volta is at L8. I have experimented with the rhyme scheme: aza bbcc, dzd eeff.
It’s been a lonely journey,
Without you by my side.
I still cherish your memory,
That I’ve stored away inside.
You’re the love of my life,
The one my heart still loves.
My green eyed beauty,
That I’m so proud of.
It’s been thirty-seven years,
Since God has called you home.
And for thirty-seven years,
My heart has been alone.
On November 4th of 51,
My dear Nubbies was born.
Since August 25th of 71,
My heart still sadly mourns.
And on that distant day,
When Heaven opens its’ doors.
I’ll walk into Thy glory,
And be with my Lenore.
My tears will be of joy,
No more sadness they will stream.
And we will continue to sail,
Along a cruise of dreams.
___________________________
This poem is for a friend of mine,
who lost something special and close,
HGarvey Daniel Esquire a fellow souper.
Also For Lenore Ellen Adams Johnson
who is in Thy tender care...Raul
I see you coming, old age
Approaching, at an ever-accelerating pace,
Your face is so grim
Your expression is so austere
Your look so menacing,
A frightening sight you are
Many battles I have fought in life
With vigor and youth at my side
Thus victorious, I emerged
But
Now that my allies are slowly abandoning me
One after the other,
I am left alone in the last battle to fight
A battle, I know beforehand I am bound
To lose
However
At this moment, as trials begin
When all seems to get tougher by the day
A new ally I have found, willing to help me,
All my courage to amass to confront you,
Oh, merciless old age:
The wisdom I have acquired all these years
Roaming the planes of experience and
Learning!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 June 2017
* This poem was honored as POTW on the 25th of June 2017. I thank everyone who has appreciated it as everyone who visits me and comments, for without their love, nothing would have been possible. THANK YOU, PS!
It can travel upward and inward or downward and outward
Once bestowed this gift, man must decide whether to go forward or backward
Whether to go back or forth, many men will never ponder or know to ask
And maybe, just maybe, if they do know, they also know it may be a Sisyphean task
Nevertheless, the gift whether used or abused, is real
It is evident in how man looks, acts, and feels.
Santa with his ruby-red cheeks and robust waistline sliding down the chimney
With his claustrum bag, he's jolly and bearing gifts of plenty
But not just on the 25th of December
Santa delivers all year in the Hope that man will know and remember
Yes!
It gives and it keeps on giving whether acknowledged or appreciated
But oh, too often it's not so it's foolishly deleted
Man's gift, the sweet essence of life that sustains
Handsomely, it rewards but only if he retains
Your Erin green eyes, piercing my soul at night.
Beseeching my soul to pick up a pen and write.
Your flowing Auburn hair, with a " Distinguished Gray " .
How do I make my pen express feelings, WHEN I HAVE NONE,
So Sleek, Suave, and Debonaire, how I wish we had some time to SHARE.
I ponder with pen in hand, Where do I get feelings from: they must be out THERE
I seem to remember, along time ago: I knew the feeling of LOVE.
But She went away August 25th, On our Everlasting DAY.
I know that I will never be a poet, for I can Never have another One,
That can show me how to write, the true feelings of my Heart.
With no feelings: No Knowledge of feelings, How do I write with my Heart?
The emerald eyes: say IT all: No longer can you use " LENORE " as a wall.
My heart hears the faint call: of feelings :Yet with pen in hand, my mind says :Stall.
So many lonely years, so many tears I've cried, another with Jade colored eyes.
Through her and her many Peers : Tamiviolet, Bill, and Charlie; so Profound.
And the Great Matriarch Poetess : CAROL BROWN.
I beg of you all help me learn to pen feelings, as I read in your words.
Bringing to life : Clouds, Flowers, and Birds.
Sometime I to Will BE A POET
"WHERE EVER WE ARE BORN,
WHERE EVER WE MAY LIVE!
WE ARE ONE - WE UNDERSTAND!"
We stand together against injustice.
We don't discriminate, we stand for each one in society.
We love, we understand, we cooperate.
We never hesitate in extending help.
We never calculate, we don't follow give and take.
We are intelligent, we work hard.
We are the best!
YES! WE ROCK!
STILL THERE ARE A FEW CHANGES, WE NEED TO MAKE OURSELVES FLAWLESS AND PERFECT!
(My personal understanding and analysis.)
It's not an advice; just for you!
It's equally applicable to all and to me too!
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,
We are more into living a virtual life.
Wake up and come out dude!
And be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Money and Gadgets and Comfort and Ease,
Let’s not be so focused, ruthless and selfish!
Live your life and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Technology, Knowledge and Expertise is our asset,
Let’s not treat elders as liability, junk and illiterate!
Respect them and just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Live ins and Relations are trending,
Let’s also maintain limits and dignity set by the society.
Freedom and Integrity....... and be FLAW - FREE!
Yes, we are the voice, we know our rights.
Responsibilities!...let's not lag behind!
Just do your due and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Fear less, Straight forward, logical or may be a bit rude,
We speak up for justice on many issues.
And may be reactive and immature!
We have got better brains, Come on let’s put it to better use!
And just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Drugs, Smoke and Drinks; that’s a fad…an essential part of THE Swag!
Maintaining moral values and ethics is necessary to save us from fall and defeat.
Open your eyes and keep climbing to be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
What about Inner satisfaction, Self respect, Fame and Dignity?
YES, not to others! In the end we are answerable to ourselves at least!
Look into the mirror and say, we are FLAW - FREE!!
YES! PERFECT AND FLAW - FREE!
Date: 25th December; 2020
YOUR ADVICE TO THE YOUTH POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: EDWARD IBEH
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
I remember you
You who walked by my side
Through my giggles and sprints
The chaos of small feet
Yet you always stayed
I remember you
You who told me off when needed
A care my small mind didn't comprehend
Your heart did wonders within my own
I remember you
The white in a sea of shadows
Shadows that whispered little pains
All to show me the fool they thought me to be
I remember you
A child just like I was
But your presence, large
A guardian and a friend
Though time has made otherwise
Our journeys no longer in the same room
The echo of little heartbeats unheard of
It stayed with me, engraved,
Your sunlight, the jar of stars and the smile
Always and forever
Thank you
-HB
Big Crit authorizes any person who has been called a poet in print to
wear an arm-band bearing the Happy Face.
Big Crit decrees that anyone who wins a poetry prize shall in respect of
that honor give all subsequent public readings of his or her poetry
while wearing Groucho glasses.
Big Crit hereby commissions the production of an anthology to contain
every poem ever published in which the internet is referred to, all
copies of which are immediately to be burnt.
Big Crit ordains that henceforth all love poems shall be printed in
mauve ink on lavender paper and all war poems shall be printed in
Gothic type and all poems about poetry shall be printed upside-down
and backwards and all poems about one’s grandmother shall be printed
in black ink on black paper.
Big Crit enacts that from now on the verbal content of all paid
political advertisements shall consist solely of excerpts from the
plays of Aristophanes.
Big Crit orders all those possessing a budgerigar to teach said avian
to recite one line from the verse of William Carlos Williams;
and Big Crit further declares April 25th of each year to be Annual
Bird Bard day, on which the recitation of poetry shall be forbidden
to all but parakeets, so that there may be no ideas but in budgies.
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On that particular day, I always remember,
That nineteen ninety-nine 25th December,
Midst my lone celebration there arose,
A certain scent like that of a rose,
I just fell silent when all of a sudden,
Entered a lady, as though for long hidden,
With a message of Christmas; she was none,
But the District Collector of the time; whose son,
Serving in the army; on such a Christmas day died,
Fighting against the enemies, who had tired,
To encroach on the settlement tents,
And kill and loot the men put up in segments,
My son got killed - the collector said crying,
He had said, it seems when he was painfully dying,
That a doctor tried to save his life,
And undertook for this purpose great strife,
Later, when I enquired, for a long, I found,
That it was you who strived for him, duty-bound,
This is why I have come over here to meet you tonight,
On this great day, when Jesus who did fight,
For the sake of humanity who lived in darkness,
Lived and died as an ordinary man of starkness…
She wished me Merry Christmas and shared my Christmas meal,
Though she was not, by religion, a Christian, I could feel,
Grace and mercy of Jesus overflowing in her,
That, like a revolution, her heart and mind did stir,
Thanking me again and again, she slowly moved,
As a beam of moon midst, clouds of darkness grooved,
I stood silent, thinking of that gentle army man,
Who breathed his last on my lap and ended his life span,
I could not just block the teardrops that brim-filled,
And rolled down as though many duties were fulfilled...!!!