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As eventide drew its curtains
around us,
there was nothing tame about it
when I went into
the woods with him,
for even though the moon beamed
pearlescent in its inky sky,
the wind was howling through the trees.
And though the weather -
for the bluster of the wind -
was inclement,
I could not deny my growing ardor.
As if in tune with the wind,
we pressed ourselves
like feral creatues of the shadows
against each other.
We fell beneath an oak
whose constant rustle of leaves
became a metronome that measured
our two hearts’ steady thrum.
Stronger and then stronger still,
the oak’s leaves fluttered
as I rolled with him in ecstacy
on the forest’s floor.
It was as if he had the ability
to plumb the very depths of my desire.
I look back on that night remembering
the every passionately delicious detail
and how even the next day,
the tang of his lips on mine
remained.
Decades later, I reminisce about
– like the worn pages
of an intensely romantic journal entry
that have many times been
unfolded and then refolded -
the memory of that night
which he crimped within my mind.
April 4, 2021
for John Hamilton's
Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge Poetry Contest
Fear not the countless stars that light the sky,
For many naysayers still will deny.
Find them a place where they must stay away,
The clouds will part, your star will shine today.
Each star, a lone pattern in glow and gleam.
So nothing dims its light or halts its dream.
The clouds hold space to cradle your surprise,
For many reasons, your star has to rise.
Just know your star must shine despite the dark,
A mentor great in knowledge lights a spark,
Ignites a flame no force can quench or tame,
Its glow entrenched beyond all doubt or shame.
Let not the winds of fear obscure your way,
For dawn will break to bring a brighter day.
Hold firm to dreams, let courage be your guide,
With steadfast hope, your light will gleam and glide.
12/18/16
This was written at five forty
I'm exploring
My mind absorbing
Information, afternoon night and morning
Winter time and we're in a terrible drought, so why isn't it pouring?
Days use to be quite boring
But no longer while putting effort toward things
Because this life can be rewarding
Close and far from any mined quarries
As well as buildings shorter or taller than nine stories
Girls and guys hoarding
Unable to throw things away or organize by sorting
They try ignoring
Acting suprised and ready to deny any scorning
Bugs of different types swarming
Birds, planes, and meteorites in the sky soaring
Houses with rotted or nice flooring
Both sides, all this time have been warring
Even though there have been kinds of warning
The start of thunder strikes with continual storming
By: Dalton Ogletree
The amount of good and evil
Constant remains
Throughout space and time
There is
No more suffering than good fortune
No more good fortune than suffering
In the universe and in the human soul
This is the law of being,
A constant flux of the two forces
Expression of a single reality in
Perfect balance.
The one cannot exist without the other
Even if we like it or not
Even if we wish it or not,
We have to accept it and live in peace
Or deny it and live in suffering,
That is the will of the universe:
A harmonious unity of the two opponents
Based on collaboration and coexistence
Of each individual part
For
The whole to be maintained
Under
The watchful eye of the
Universal justice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
15 November 2016
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*Old Testament Isaiah 45: 5,6,7. KJV
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5: I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me : I girded thee, though thou hast not known me.
6: That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else.
7: I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.
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** Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, sixth century B.C., (Kirk, Raven, 209) “To God all things are beautiful and good and just but men suppose some things to be just and others unjust!"
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I spent 6 years terrified you'd find me in my slumber.
Petrified I'd come to find.. that death had called my number.
I spent 9 months in hiding so you'd never know I'd conceived.
Coming to the realization that I'd never be free.
From you...
I felt your hand around my throat, under my shirt, in my hair.
I felt the tension in your grip and the hatred in your stare.
I flinch under the running water when I remember how it hurt.
I remember crying on my knees as you told me the little of my worth.
I saw a glimpse of you today...
The bile rising just behind my tongue.
I felt the shaking in my hands and the fire in my lungs.
I kept my shoulders back so you'd never see my fear.
I never looked directly at you...
But your bitter voice was crystal clear.
I nearly choked giving my statement, I spoke louder than before
I recite how you'd abused me and under oath I swore.
you tried to speak to me but the judge was quick to interrupt.
Your silence was like a blades edge...
he just didn't know you well enough.
You tried to manipulate the court,
You tried to plead your case.
But when you admitted to those crimes....
I knew you sealed your fate.
"that's true but there's more to it" you said like it was something you could deny.
I knew right then I'd won and felt the tears gather in my eyes.
Granting the motion in my favor..
After everything I've been through...
With a sense of safety... I know....
There's nothing more that you can do.
Form:
There is little love here
We are all just giggling gossipers
Seeking praise from one another
Why do I resonate with such plastic truth?
How can I empathize with an evil flaw?
We are all stupefied mortals
Strung in with the same strands of death
And even if I wanted,
I can never set myself apart from that
Unifying fact "We all have issues"
Yeah, drag me in with your empty exhilarations
Your grouping condensations
Look me in the eye when you say it
Make it personal
Make us all laugh
Make us all hide
But we cannot deny
It's a human thing
We are sorely universal
And there may be love to be found here
When we lay all these truths down
So smile on
And sail the next one
Onto the open sea
To sink alone.... Focus on the next
So the other star seems less bright
As you burn on just a little longer more
Only to die in the same waters
In the same engulfment of reality
When you know longer can speak
While some other unreliable fool
Tells your story
To other loveless fools
October 16, 2018
Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.
Sister Lemuria and brother Mu,
are ghosts of better times.
Triplets swim the tides and passing whales sigh,
as they pass through ancient remains.
Ghosts wave at orcan traffic and jaywalk through water-laden roads to scattered temple ruins.
They say that water collects and cleanses;
sunken lands are a coveted collectable.
While the, uneducated-educated, deny the past;
history travels the seas;
observes an unfolding future and shakes its head.
Mistakes continuously recycle themselves
when mortals are in control.
Atlantis knows that other continents
will join the collection;
it’s inevitable;
mortals can never leave well-enough alone.
Shattering the Unbroken Cycle
Bully's shadow looms, a pervasive stain
across all sectors, absurd, yet sustained
Governments and schools deny workers' rights
incentives, facilities, and dignity's light
Seniors torment juniors with blows and pain
emotional scars, hunger, and shame's stain
Educators wound with words, with physical might
abuse and fear, a toxic, endless night
Domestic walls conceal violence and despair
husbands, wives, and shattered vows laid bare
Governments neglect, oppress, and deny
basic rights, humanity, and a chance to thrive
Even sacred spaces hide oppression's face
wealth and power, a sharp, humiliating knife's pace
Do we bully for fleeting power's sake?
Is happiness not our purpose, our heart's ache?
Can't we choose kindness, unity, and love?
Break bully's chains, send humanity from above
Heartbreak Poem
1 + 1 = you and me
But why does that math not add up?
Cuz you keep me up past 3 am
And telling me you found someone new
Why would you do this TWO me?
1, 2 many times you've broken my heart
When will it stop?
Us divided
Her added
Where was us in this equation?
Maybe you did it all for show?
There was no us
There was you and what you wanted
Never had things the way it could be
And maybe it was for the best
That you left me
And maybe if I let
I can forget you
But what if I don't?
And what if I cry?
Maybe it hurts
I can't deny
All those memories
Then the fall
Yeah we had these
And yes their awful
But what if they were all resolved?
The unadd and the heartbreak that follows
Some many questions, never answers
When will I know you only did it for you?
Didn't care how I would feel
I should have put two and two
It was all for fame
All you cared was for the attention
Didn't pay no piece of mind
I'm not one to have some vengeance
Even though you were never mind
You broke me, hurt me
All for your gain
Then you left me
Broke and in pain
So maybe I did like you
And maybe I wanted to give you a second chance
You didn't have to
||Hurt my heart||
It's over now I guess
Erased from your life
For good
Those words cut like knives
And it surely could
I'm not built for this kind of math
Maybe I should go my own way
Take a turn, find a new path
And you can stay
Stay in my life as a distant memory
One that I might not want
But it doesn't have to be
One that never will disappear
This heartbreak might never heal
But I do know I can try to deal
Deal with the past and make a future
One with you forgotten
And it's in my nature
To make sweet from your rotten
Within the heart of everyone
There lurks an evil mystery.
Undermining good intentions,
Spurring on to malefaction.
God declares, our hearts are wicked,
defiled by sin and selfishness.
Yet in our sight we are upright
With a modicum of malice.
Sinning for the sake of sinning
Not just occasional misdeeds,
But delight in sin and evil,
was Augustine’s apt conclusion.
Solzhenitsyn clearly saw it
As he lay in Russian gulag.
The line between good and evil
runs right through every human heart.
Even gangster Mickey Cohen
thought he was a decent fellow.
With no need for transformation,
Or God’s gift of soul salvation.
Deny not the evil within
Treat it as a venomous beast.
Plead like Paul for God to free you,
Give you grace, to eschew evil.