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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet
In a garden of whispering twilight
Silent love story swiftly sprouts and grows
The lilies sway with secrets each dark night
Their fragrance drifts in the moonlight and flows
The daisies tell of innocence in dreams
Where the sun's golden fingers cast forth rays
Those shy violets lie next to a stream
Beneath the wispy, weeping willow's ways
Rich, regal orchids in bold colors bright
Perfumed jasmine lingering like a sigh
Recites verses of passion day 'til night
Singing love's endurance under the sky
Wander through this garden, let your heart stray
Where poetry of flowers bloom each day
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Quote by Sophocles, Greek Poet
I had fallen in perfect love with you.
Found my perfect future soul-mate show through.
I embraced your love and gentle words blew
And experienced a new life; I flew.
My being couldn't favor, but devour you
In blithesome magic scent of sunshine dew.
Love provides poetic inspiration.
To exploits songs in collaboration
Outcome thoroughly blossom vibration
Seductive beauty and exploration.
Hope, faith, love Un-deterioration
Always truly committed relation.
Ignited hearts and song, full depth and length
Passion soaked in each other's warmth and strength.
Waiting in line,
Before the ATM of closed banks for 60 Euros to withdraw under the scourging sun
Old and invalid people are submitted to this daily torture, constantly moaning, for Our country’s suffering and for our own devastation,
While twenty-seven percent the unemployment has climbed
Forty percent the salaries and pensions went down and twenty percent the taxes up
Rendering hundreds of thousands of families poor with no money to feed themselves And their children
When
Close to one hundred thousand of our countrymen have attempted suicide of whom Ten thousand, unfortunately, have succeeded in ending their lives only in five years Because of the ruinous austerity measures taken to pay Greece's lenders
Parthenon, is mourning Democracy's assassination in the place of its birth
By the mighty creditors that suck the blood out of our veins
The Greek government in agony has turn to our allies for help to restore our Economy and thus to prevent the catastrophe that is approaching,
But the creditors, most of them anyway, with Germany leading the way,
To obliterate Greece wish with their unbearable and inhuman terms they have set
As though were our enemies and not our partners, because
Humanity has been lost in their hearts and only for them the profit counts
And I, one of the suffering Greeks, that shares the same lot as any,
In anxiety, a few words try to arrange for the tragedy of Greece to illustrate as a New Euripides or Sophocles but to no avail,
So I am waiting in line under the scourging sun, hoping my turn to come,
The sixty Euros, if am lucky, to get into my hands before the AMT is empty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 JULY 2015
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
If love was a metaphor for flowers,
our souls would rejoice in April showers.
Foundations nurtured by amorous hands,
would prepare rainbow colours on bland lands.
Romance of spring would bloom like daffodils,
yellow, white and gold shades of zealot thrills.
Solace of tulips would soothe in fresh air,
red, orange and pink tones dancing with flair.
Lovers of the sun would worship its zeal,
as its selfless nature helps cold buds heal.
When stalks start to wilt from ardent burdens,
sow new seeds to rejuvenate gardens.
Life can be toxic, breeding weeds like hate.
To attract bees, spread nectar to ease fate.
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles Greek poet
Placed Second in:
Sonnet Poetry Contest (Untraditional)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Life
Life is a flower with perfumes and thorns,
A book scribbled with pains and happiness
Where one with gleam or grief exults or moans,
It is a drama of joy and sadness.
It `s a drama of esse of everyday
With the pages written with noble deeds
Where everyone a part is called to play,
With scenes of love and care for those in needs.
Some episodes are set for the Lord,
Where humility is a precious friend,
Where sincerity is a common word,
Where honesty is a close kin of man.
Else, life won`t be a drama worth playing
Or a story worth writing or reading.
A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It teached me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
—Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love
The strong intensity, of primal love,
He’d tossed from a tree, choice gift from above.
She caught the apple in her snow white glove.
As Newton’s gold fell, the cooing of doves.
Soon, or later, a claddaugh surprises.
Hands holding one heart in friendship sunrise.
The crown under for better or worse skies.
He’d be called for service…can’t say goodbyes.
Farsickness - rains every day in their eyes.
He longs for faraway places…she sighs.
He carries one photo, but she - a prize.
All his pain and suffering, worth the highs.
No letters, Dear John or Jane, on the fence.
They put their all in - survival intense.
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
-Sophocles, Greek Poet
Out of the shackles of turbulent night,
Through the dark meadow to redemption light,
Freed captives of a menacing shadow,
We can look out of an open window.
Held by a warm and compassionate hand,
Led to a beautiful and blossoming land,
A symphony of glee pervades the room,
Out of the hold of the tendrils of gloom,
Hope adds colours to a shadowy day,
The feet find a sure harmonious way,
The mind sees beyond the looming sorrow,
There’s an entry of a new tomorrow.
Lightened of the weight, we see with new eyes,
Love aids us to disperse the gloomy skies.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet
Oh, to hear the word love softly spoken
From one I hold precious, so very dear
He now has new love, feeling quite broken
My question is "was he ever sincere"?
Decades flew by as I revelled in love
When to him it was just a parody
Never once questioned his sincerity
Thinking myself his best beloved
Broken heart is such painful condition
Shattered shards of desire love's cruel game
Every breath infused with passionate pain
True cavalier suffers no contrition.
One day when this flame does not burn so bright
Will pick myself up and future rewrite.