Long Completion Poems
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The portrait of marriage a
Mosaic,
Made from hundreds of pieces,
Large and small but all of the
Same importance,
Together put
In
A masterful way for the desired outcome
To attain:
The completion of the portrayal of
A relationship, a life to last
Unfortunately,
No one has ever been blessed all
Pieces to amass
As
To perfection the given portrait to
Produce
For
Always some parts will be missing or
Not the desired ones would be in the
Right place
Thus
The portrait never gets done to
The artist’s complete satisfaction
However,
A good artist has to keep in mind the
Essential parts
That
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration
Sensuality tied with affection
Love united with devotion
And
The X factor, that the majority never
Under consideration takes:
Synchronicity
For
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
Fail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
I searched through and through just to find it.
Looked among varying variables, while holding my love's coefficients to multiply with.
I summed up my expressions, ready to find the term
that could be my constant, in the midst of the unknown.
I believed in her geometric prowess.
With the leap of faith, we passed the "sine's," "cosine's," and "tangent's" tests.
The timing was "right-angled"; our thoughts perpendicular.
Yet even as our lines converged, we sought for an equation that would hold us.
She was a ray with infinite possibilities, bending into an arc that waited completion.
My thoughts gravitated towards the center of her attention.
The radius shifted, while the diameter surrendered to the pull of my committed circumference.
A story without an end had begun, circling the horizons of forever.
How could one simultaneously find the root to my happiness without logarithms?
And at the same time, nature, my emotional "parabolas"?
Breaking down every layer of my instability,
by factorising the matrix of my building blocks?
Well, your guess is as good as mine.
She was a mother by nature; "mother-nature" gave to safeguard my heart with the "parenthesis" of care.
There was no calculation that could prove it, yet I was certain.
I needed no probability to determine she was the one.
I was incomplete without her (X) factor.
My (Y) stood in isolation, until I became a function of her unfathomable love.
A derivative that shifted the sails of my destiny.
you gave to me kindness beyond compare
respectfully i was filled with gladness
a certain gentleness with lot's of laughter
your rapture comforted me with
a considerate patient character why we were
building love full of joyful fun an unconditional
excitement a tranquility a pardoning of flaws
a gathering of understanding balanced
with the gift of sharing even thou you were selfish
we planned our hope's dreams and buried
disappointments with borrowed failings
oh how we grew and catered
to the glow of a spiritual bond a completion
of familiar growth nestled between us
within a Holsum bosom of goodness
calm raptures evolving around
the purity of self you in me and I in you dear
written by Mrs. Yolanda joy Nicholsen
I met a man who was a builder, harder life than some.
His lifetimes measure built of him the man he has become.
A carpenter who works with hands, grown tough through each nail driven.
For each connection made he stands to witness love he’s given.
A life that’s built of wood and people, dreams all shared with God.
Connected through a path of faith, a worthy man might trod.
He builds the dream of home and hearth that each heart so requires
with hands that strive forever forward, even though he tires.
With back that bends toward prayer as a soul on bended knees
he places pieces one by one til finished home he sees.
A sculptor of each family’s home and all their vested futures.
With caulk and nail and sweat and blood his only given sutures.
Directing useful trees to be arranged by artful hand.
Conducting symphonies of glory, weather to withstand.
A visionary born of lumber, plaster, tile, and stone,
making memories of houses where his light has shown.
A designer of dreams he moves with speed to completion.
Steady with strength, quick with purpose, into every season.
Delivering hollowed caverns of life for those to call their own.
Shaping shells whose contents hold the people he has known.
A shaper of fluidity, measuring courses, marking flow;
constructor of places where souls reside, and lives have space to grow.
This man I met is but one finger, not at all so odd,
who moves with steady purpose, on another hand of God.
A sky of wonder captured in a glance,
The world is wider than the room we share;
To find adventure in a sudden chance,
And breathe the sweetness of a mother’s care.
To find the border where the spirit wakes,
The sudden burning of a secret flame;
To feel the passion as the armor breaks,
And carve the letters of a chosen name.
The open highway and the distant shore,
The weight of choices on a road untried;
To knock with courage on a closed door,
And seek the future with a restless pride.
To build a shelter from the passing storm,
The quiet rhythm of a steady hand;
To keep the promises that keep us warm,
And plant our footprints in the shifting sand.
A quiet evening as the shadows grow,
The gentle slowing of a weary pace;
To bless the harvest that we used to sow,
And find completion in a silent space.
Can’t keep my mind steady
Paranoid about where I’m headed
Asking me why I changed
I tried not to
But at the time
It seemed inevitable
Leaving spectators to judge my heart
Tell me was it credible
Rumors become curtesy of lynching’s
Secular thoughts
trapped in traditional dimensions
Trying to make it to a new year
Upon completion of duel semesters
But I can’t with draw from beefing
With these crooked city officials
Going through what I’m going through
I look to the future
And wonder how I’ll make it financially
My conscience is ignoring the thought
Leaving the reality of the subject
To answer me
I’m paying my taxes
Yet still in courtrooms
I’m awaiting legal faxes
Brutalized and feeling less than human
Thinking to myself, “I’ll stack my riches”
And in twenty years you’ll see a new man
Sleeping with a pistol
Awaking by every wind that whistles
it's become less considerable
to maintain a comfort at ease
Contemplating going to war against individuals
I know I can’t beat
But my refusal to allow them
To bring me to my knees
Has brought warmth to my shoulders and sleeves
Caught up in traffic can I escape detainment
It appears that I missed a court arraignment
Maybe it’s my suffering that you call entertainment
Got a phone call from a love
In Wisconsin, running in the snow
Said she was wondering how I was
Wishing me a happy new years
And wondering how things were going
In the open Monroe
She giggled and told me
She was reminiscing of us cuddled up
Snacking on cheese curdles
She laughed and said I miss you
I laughed and said
I see you still smile like an untouched pearl
God has blessed my life in more ways than one
God had plans to bless me before time began
God chose his people
he knew each one by name
his blessing on our life will always remain the same
the spirit of the Lord is upon me
I know It is true
I see his blessing even in the hardest times I have been through
God blesses my life in every way
God blesses my life every day
and even when I am not tip top
still his blessing never stops
he knows I will get there one step at a time
with his love and compassion
he has blessed my life all the way down the Line Amen
2 Corinthians 9:8
And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.
Ephesians 1 :3
3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.
Philippians 1:6
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Psalm 31:19
How abundant are the good things
that you have stored up for those who fear you,
that you bestow in the sight of all,
on those who take refuge in you. Amen
July 9 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 120-132
Key Verse – Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
HEART THAT CRIES IN OUR DISTRESS UNTO THE LORD WHO HEARS US
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His graciousness
Really devoid of vanities’ worthlessness
Surely profitable along labour’s fruitfulness
Verily strengthening our faith for fervent steadfastness.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His sovereignty
Really upheld by truths’ certainty
Surely wise midst foolish futility
Verily controlling our actions to show godly sobriety.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His deliverance
Really certified by redemption’s endurance
Surely set for heavenly insurance
Verily keeping our salvation of eternal assurance.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His standard
Really fixed upon eternity’s safeguard
Surely supreme above academic excellent award
Verily gauging our stewardship with favourable card.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His victory
Really settled along Gospel love’s story
Surely triumphant all throughout Bible history
Verily empowering our sacrifices for His glory.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His engagement
Really fueled by His compassion’s endowment
Surely mighty through revival-bestowment
Verily inspiring our ministry involvement.
Our heart cries in our distress unto the Lord Who hears us with His sanctification
Really brightened through purification’s function
Surely holy toward repentance-glowing beautification
Verily forgiving our sins by His pardon’s completion.
July 9, 2026
AUBURN AUTUMN
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Leaves leave deciduous trees, being dry.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
On blossoms shimmering Sun reflecting rays.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Bees butterflies flying frolic in sunny days.
Sparrows and sterlings are chirping in mass.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Open outdoor romance lovers to try
Better than drinking desires in wine glass.
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
09/27/22
In my sixteens I used to go to Rockaway Park
on the A train made famous by Armstrong's song,
it had rides, small restaurants and a clean beach...
there I got golden brown with lots of cappertone.
I looked more handsome in a tan that boys envied,
and flexing my sexy body, I seduced many girls.
Back then in the late sixties, gals who whistled
to get a boy's attention was considered rude,
had they lived today, it would have been quite normal...
has any woman winked at you when you walked
on the boardwalk or lay on a beach towel?
Don't be embarrassed because lifestyles change...
and we must change, if we ought to fit in!
Sometimes romance or flirting didn't come that easily,
with a long face I hopped on the train and viewed
the Jamaica Bay with its wild life unfolding before me...
the quietest place for a teenager who loved Nature;
and while many sunsets saw me spell-bound,
I hated to go back and live the mundane life,
but at least I had gotten an adorable tan and looked hot!
My completion is ruddy as Adam's was...what a healthy, attractive color!
It wont take much sunblock to get darker than those California guys...
what about the pretty girls seen on Baywatch? Pamela looks great in summer.
And crossing my fingers, I wish for one like that to excite my nights!