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Freezing sweat trickled down my back, soaking me as I fled
It felt like the hounds of hell were catching up to me.
Quivering with terror I raced through the undergrowth
I could feel their breath both scorchingly hot yet icy cold.
All around me grusome things lurked that clutched me
nomentally breaking my stride slowing down my flight.
The graze of a fang sent panic rushing through my body
and I could feel the infection spreading rapidly.
My blood was turning icy cold as the virus took hold
Tufts of fur appearing from my ears and nostrils.
I stumbled onwards making for the druid settlement
It felt like the gates of hell were open pulling me down.
With a last surge I broke through to what? Heaven or hell?
Halloween Scare contest
10/15/2017
Each time I see:
The golden sun
The silver moon
The platinum stars
I see Thee, my Lord
Each time I hear:
The rain to fall
The brooks to murmur
The falls to roar
I hear you, my Lord
Each time I touch:
The morning dew
The blooming flowers
The tender leaves
I touch Thee, my Lord
Each time I scent:
The flower's aroma
The air's fragrance
The sea's saltiness
I scent Thee, my Lord
Each time I taste:
The ripen fruits
The sweet honey
The intoxicating wine
I taste Thee, my Lord
Thou are:
The source of my life
The reason for my being
The cause of my thoughts
The ruler of my feelings
The savior of my soul
Without Thee there is:
No meaning
No purpose
No grace
No salvation
Thus
Eternally
I would worship Thee, my Lord and shall
Devote my life to serving Thee in all humility
Claiming nothing for myself
But
Glorifying Thee with every thought, word, and deed of mine
In the best way, I would be able to
In the hope that I could help others the way Thee, would like
Me to do!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2020
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SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR…
Night has fallen on us again
The light of the sun has faded for the stars
Against the dark sky
The moon now in its glory
Reflecting through the trees
And every picture tells a story
Depending on who sees
I gaze into infinity
Never reaching an end on the horizon
What goes around will come around
We carry the circle with us through time
Never knowing where to start or to finish
I carry on getting lost in the rhyme
Waiting for the idea to grow or diminish
I’m so in love with life
So deeply in love with you, Adrianne
Sometimes I’m lost, not knowing what to do
Because I want so much for us that up until now
I wasn’t sure we could have
But now, after fulfilling this sacrifice to each other
I know, I truly believe
Everything that seemed out of reach is now within our grasp
You; Adrianne are my strength when I’m weak
And I yours…
You are my anchor when I need stability
And I yours…
You; above all are my life and my love
And with you I can finally begin to live this dream
A dream that begins and ends with you by my side
And I by yours...
Now we can truly live, to make the most of life
The most of ourselves, for each other and our future
That on this night looks so bright and full of promise
Like the moon this night reflecting on the water
My eyes are focused on us, on our tomorrow
There is so much to live for…
THE UNIVERSE ALWAYS SAYS YES
I had to be
Because
I am
She said no
The no was ignored
He carried on
As it was meant to be.
She lay still.
Thus, was me.
Did not come from the earth
Nor will I be committed back to it.
I had to be.
Because I am.
I said no, no, was not understood;
He said yes, and a new sun was born.
I said yes, but he said I cannot.
She came through the storm of my womb.
He is because I am
They are because - he could.
Determined to be.
She was because I was.
In the beginning, the universe said yes:
Yes, to child fifteen.
A tired womb, a womb wearies from childbirth
She did not say yes- She did not say no.
She knew the answer was always yes.
It would always be that way for them.
He loved them- She loved them…
She survived them -She endured them.
They had to be, because.
The universe always says yes,
the stars always shine
The sun never says no.
the moon always says yes.
So, I had to be. So, they could also be.
I said no. but the answer is always yes.
No protest heard is ever heard.
This thing called procreation.
This act so forcefully committed,
Or so passionately rendered
Mostly without consent.
Sometimes without love.
What must be, will be.
The answer is always yes!
Yet the cycle continues.
I see all these grand-little ME’s
And I know now and understand.
Why the no is always silent.
The ******** of correction stands firm.
And what will be, must somehow be.
The moon cycle said yes.
To the womb of water that was provided.
By the seed, I was conceived.
If not for him, I could never be.
So, I will never go back to the earth.
Nor be committed to the ground;
I never touched the ground.
Until they put me down to crawl.
I stood instead and walked at 7 months.
Days later, I heard a beat-drop, and danced;
The rest of the way.
You've said hello to everyone
Since our work week has begun
Being so polite and sweet
With friendly smiles you will greet
Everyone that stops to say
Hello and have an easy day
But I've been in your eye shot
Passing by a very lot
And you've snubbed me every time
Making me search in my mind
For something I might have done
Leaving me out of the fun
As my brain's about to pop
Convincing myself to just stop
And not worry why you are
Becoming so distant and far
I will go on with my week
Telling myself don't be weak
As your being mean and rude
And why your in such a mood
With me and nobody else
Was your friendship fake and false
The few weeks I have been here
I'm not gonna shed a tear
Its not worth getting upset
There's no way that I will let
You bring me down anymore
There's a lot for me in store
In this new job I've begun
Weeks ago but I am done
Trying to be a good friend
When you will not let me in
So I will just come to work
But I will not be a jerk
Showing everyone respect
Not one person I'll neglect
Or treat badly for no reason
Knowing in my heart it's pleasing
To have true friends that aren't fake
Hoping you see the mistake
Of not getting to know me
And the person I can be
If you didn't treat me bad
Think of the friend you could have
Happiness is nowhere in sight
I feel as though I'm suffocating
I cry everyday and every night
This heartache is so debilitating
I haven't been outside in almost year
My home is has become a prison
How can I go on? I leave in constant fear
I will always regret that awful decision
I should have gone home that day
What was the point of working so long?
It was a procedure that he did often
You were so healthy and strong
Doc did all he could to save you
But for some reason you didn't respond
I was there, when he said code blue
That day I needed a magic wand
Now I live in a prison(without bars)
I don't want to be a nurse anymore
I wasn't prepared for this, how bizarre
You were my patient and so much more
10-18-16
Contest:Words Drowned In Tears Poetry
Sponsor: Broken Wings
In the streets he roamed, a tiny black kitten,
With three paws, but four legs, his spirit unwritten.
Found by kiddos concerned, their hearts touched by fate,
They scooped him up gently, his rescue innate.
With eyes full of wonder, a soul pure and bright,
This little feline brought hope, like a guiding light.
A new home he found, amidst love and grace,
A family embraced him, his heart found its place.
Phoenix, they named him, a symbol reborn,
A testament of strength, through darkness he'd worn.
His ebony fur shimmered, like a midnight's delight,
His presence enchanting, a mystical sight.
His purrs filled the air, a soft lullaby,
As he curled up content, under starry sky.
His three paws didn't hinder, his playful endeavors,
He leapt with such grace, as if wings he'd discovered.
From lap to lap, he'd prance, a bundle of joy,
Bringing laughter and warmth, no sadness could destroy.
In this newfound haven, his spirit thrived,
He taught them to cherish, to truly feel alive.
And so, little Phoenix, the tiny black kitten,
With his mismatched limbs, he'd continue to brighten.
His journey, a tale, of resilience and love,
A reminder to rise, like the sun above.
My people are shipwrecks,
they have faces long crushed by tanks.
Many are landlocked,
a few were too oceanic
they got broken by dry-docked hearts.
Most were blitzed by smokescreens.
The trees and industrial units
are so tightly packed,
that snow can only fall
in thin shafts of squeezed daylight.
You can get silenced or dead in those
cold spotlights.
At the edge of the cut lumber
yearlong tractors unearth muskets
discarded by the few who held fast
only to retreat to boneyards and sweatshops.
The unauthorized have been
censured and cancelled,
mute now the people hide their souls.
We took a road much travelled,
a stream of masked riders escaping,
it was a mad rush
to keep up with the fear.
When we got there, we could only
mill about like sheep behind the razor wire.
My people peer form the margins,
form tented tribes native to junkyards and jetsam.
They are washed up as shoreless wreckage,
gaunt reminders of all things forgotten.
They dream of that slim peninsular.
They dream-walk to the end of its long pier,
grasp the last flimsy rail
that keeps them safe from
the past and the future.
An ancient cycle of storms pounds them,
pounds that rickety quay
as it finger-points to nowhere.
The sea slaps their faces,
until they cannot stand, but must sit
inside their open mouths,
be just funnels
for the unrelenting winds
of dark times.
The painter
The sky this afternoon was odd clouds
looked as ice-bergs floating on pink air
the seagulls kept their distance.
A grey wolf scratches on my door
I let it in
had a leg of lamb it ate it all then fell asleep
Then it wanted to leave and, I saw it disappearing
In the dim lit hall, I asked no question.
But made me think of a Russian painter who
painted the trees black with a red background
and you could sense wolves starring at you.
The sea in the bay is dark with white spots has
the Russian gone mad painting the sky and not
telling anyone. I wonder if his name was Kalovsky
not that I know but the name sound Russians.
I go back into the hall the wolf has gone but it
left a pile of dung as prove it had been there.
Snowfall in July
David J Walker
What if today
Is just the extension of
Another summers day to
Remember a Decembers snowfall
The subtle absurdity of snow
Shaking like the glitter
Of a snow globe on
A sunny summer Sunday
That could be any day in July
July is hot and dry
Except in the perverse figment of
A writers imagination of
A snowstorm in summer
I am anxious
to see if winter is really
willing to return tomorrow
With wind and snow
On a darkened
August afternoon
That ironically freezes
and sunburns my fingers and cheeks
I am keen on examining
Ice crystal formations
On cracked window pains
In refracted light that
I am sure I have
Examined before
How would they
How could they
Know that
No two snowflakes
Are alike but lacking in
The imagination of a summer
Snowstorm waiting for
Another winter to return and
Continue Snowflake research
What if the gathering
summer storms have been
forming forever on the far
Horizon in a warmer climate
With monogrammed thunder and
Autographed lightening designed
Long before we were born
There is only sad romance in
A freezing rain no matter
When or where it falls
What if it never snows again