Long Concordant Poems
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My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each perforated line truncated with lackluster shine
Each conjured sentence only increased my penance
Each glamorous byline she did smugly decline
Each dilated phrase with a bridling border did encase
Each gilded stanza a burnished extravaganza yielding no artful bonanza
Each tethered word coagulated into a stolid curd
Each bloated quote sunk my creative float deeper in the moat
Each lofty rhyme labeled too smarmy and sublime
My metric time no longer struck a concordant chime
Each literary device neatly spliced would not even a novice entice
Each repetitive, stagnant metaphor made my verse a bore
Each strained, tortured simile engendered no empathy
Each supplanted metonymy a shock wave lobotomy
Destiny or Choices Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
My fate resides within my destination
Am I to make my own decisions or am I just God’s creation?
Karma drags me beneath my delicate fortune
Am I just a simple being or someone important?
Eventually my future will come and pass on. Whenever that happens I will realize my purpose will shine through the universe so bright Venus will capture my essence. Choosing to be extraordinary will allow my providence to survive. I prefer options inside my circumstances. I believe my decree lays next to my choices and my choices lay next to my reality. Science and destiny co-exist. I have proof of that. I live in the present and will die eventually. My choices are contingent upon my beliefs and my beliefs are contingent upon the understanding of chances taken. I feel freedom to live how I wish, yet I anticipate the hereafter. Reasoning can seem smooth yet selections can seem complicated. This I know. I hold my fate in my heart and I carry my decisions in my intellect. These two things keep me alive and staying alive will bring me to a superb life after death.
Am I to make my own decisions or am I just God’s creation?
I think sincere reasoning causes future liberation
Am I just a simple being or someone important?
I do wish to be prosperous at peace and concordant.
My fate resides within my destination
I choose to be righteous with dedication
More blessed life lessons free of contortion
Karma drags me beneath my delicate fortune
Date Written: April 18, 2016
Oh mother Nature
you that were born out of the conglomeration of
unbounded energy into matter
under
the auspices of paramount universal Logos
that the harmonious coexistence of opposite forces have
established
by
artfully choreographing their coexistence with the help
of the infallible divine Will
and
were painstakingly interwoven, with the assistance of
mighty space and time,
we humans,
having realized our abominable crimes against you, divine mother,
thus
on our knees we implore your forgiveness
for
our ignorance and our greediness that have put you
through the agony of dying
by
disturbing your concordant operation
for
to satisfy our wretched ambitions disregarding any
other form of life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 APRIL 2020
"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering."
- Robert Frost
Poetry is an art
That gushes from the heart,
When we pen our feelings,
It helps in mind's healings;
I'm sure you're concordant ~
Extremely important
Is poetry in life,
It helps overcome strife;
Unique men and women,
We fight battles with pen,
We are God's messengers,
Merely His presenters;
He gives the words, we write,
In this darkness, spread light,
It’s God’s gentle caress,
Relieves some of our stress;
Writing poems, we’re strong,
Trying to right some wrong,
Poetry makes us, us,
Writing is sure a plus.
11.24.2021
For Constance La France's ""W" New Poems" contest
Go forth, you man of a hellish breed.
Go forth, you man of yellow hair and skin of orange hue.
Go forth, with your wickedness a brew.
Go forth, and dwell in your white sanctuary.
Go forth, with your perilous games of foreign adultery.
Go forth, and immerse yourself in an ocean of self-indulgence,
ignorance, and immorality.
Go forth, with your lust for wealth and power.
Go forth, for greed is a grievous evil under the sun.
Go forth, with your wonted behavior of wickedness,
for your time grow closer to the hour.
Go forth, you man of a low degree.
Go forth, with your oppressive grip on the throats
of the sick and the poor with your vile decree.
Go forth, for evil has devoured your soul.
Go forth, with your heavy ruthless foot on the backs
of human civil rights.
Go forth, for your heart is as black as coal.
And we shall..
Go forth, like a great cloud of tenacity
under the brilliance of God's glorious sun.
And we shall..
Go forth, under the blanket of the starry night
feverishly protesting until our mission is done.
And we shall..
Go forth, fearless and in a diverse unity, with our hearts
heated and our minds brilliant.
And we shall..
Go forth, united and unfeigned in rendering our cause in concordant.
And we shall..
Go forth, with a legal and political vise against
you and your minion's mandates of inequality.
And we shall..
Go forth, with our fight for equality of all humanity.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.
Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant
I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.
A
Unique
Creation
You are my friend
Destined for great things
For that reason our Lord
Has endowed you with many
Abilities as to complete
The mission that is assigned to you
By the divinity for to help the
Harmonious universal effort
For peaceful collaboration and
Concordant coexistence that
Will assure all living things
A place to live and grow
Away from danger
And unchallenged
Everywhere
In the
World!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2016
Double Etheree: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.
'Frogs croak lured by my tune', the fiddler thought.
He, hence, every day, new melodies, brought.
Yet, it remained a riddle, when they croaked,
When the tunes of his fiddle got choked...!
'There must be some mystery in it, sure,
Though my refrain and rhythm are so pure,
They croak a catchy chorus as frank slides,
Arising from the breaking of tough tides...!'
'Frogs have concordant cords', he realized.
They're divinely prized; highly harmonized'.
He, hence, very little, his fiddle played,
His heart, with songs of frogs, merrily swayed...!
His fiddle splendid new notes invented,
By his earnest work, he got contented;
Were the frogs amused, yet, is a tale new,
Shall I just leave it for the readers’ view…???
25 JANUARY 2023
The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
The day the songbird came
the sun shone between showers.
The silence was perforated
with melodious euphony,
the day the songbird came.
The day the songbird came
our melancholy was lifted
with his tunefulness,
his brightness lit our darkness -
the day the songbird came.
The day the songbird came
marked a sad anniversary,
but its memory is diluted with
his sweet concordant sound.
Today the songbird came.
Now that the songbird's here
a passing wave of pensiveness
is pervaded with jubilant abandon
and crashes on the shore of oblivion
now that the songbird's here.
Amazing what a song can do
to dark and sombre mood and hue:
discordant silences harmoniously
transformed to sweet-toned humour,
now that the songbird's here .......
Oh stay, sweet songbird, stay......
I'd find nirvana, if I could,
on distant coast by lapping bay,
far from all strain of daunting day.
Sustain no drama, as I should,
an ataraxis of my mind
that is a spot I'd wish to find.
If I ask you to join, you would
find full placidity flows not
from finding an idyllic spot.
Unlock this truth that long has stood:
it's good to know tranquility,
pursuing kind civility.
Concordant harmony is good;
it's worth our diamonds and bankroll
to own it in our inmost soul.
I'd find nirvana, if I could,
sustain no drama, as I should.
If I ask you to join, you would
unlock this truth that long has stood:
concordant harmony is good.
Lipogram
A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits a certain letter or letters of the alphabet (in this case, the letter 'e').
Constanza
Created by Soup's own Connie Marcum Wong, a Constanza consists of 3-line stanzas of 8-syllable lines, where the first lines of each stanza are monorhymed and combined to form the final stanza. The remaining lines of each stanza are rhymed couplets.