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I love puzzles…puzzles of any kind…jigsaws, crosswords, writing poems…any puzzle that stimulates my mind.
In a puzzle I can see the big picture as I search for the right piece…the right word…the right rhyme…while realizing the only way to complete the puzzle is one piece at a time.
Our Earth looks like a completed puzzle from deep in outer space…beautifully round, blue, green and white…every puzzle piece in place.
But looking at the Earth from on the Earth…from the place where I am sitting…although the pieces seem like they should go together…as of yet…they’re not all fitting.
With so much hate…so much enmity…so many puzzle pieces at war
the puzzle that is Earth is much more difficult than any puzzle ever solved before…
It is, perhaps, the most difficult puzzle we will ever have to solve…so we must gather together our patience…our courage…our wisdom…our resolve
Knowing it will not be easy…it will take compassion…determination and grit…
for not until everyone on Earth is free can all the pieces fit.
At times we’ll experience little victories…other times we’ll feel defeated
but imagine how the Earth will feel…once this puzzle is completed….
Trying to solve a puzzle at war with itself is certainly an uphill climb…
but we can solve it…
as long as we’re determined to solve it…
one PEACE at a time.
One's Shadowless Moment
That which we embrace
That which we shun
That which we serve
Assimilation
Man's strange bedfellow
Remaining often long in the wings
Allowing shadow-light to become constant
Inviting ghost-like impressions
Enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason
Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness
Determined to share
Clover-rich bounty
Free of any fear
Sagacity being void of threat
As predators ignorant
Discover wisdom unconquerable
Sageness
Prepares its ungloved hands
To wave its alert
Ready to allow
Hidden time to luminesce
Discernment
Cautious to act
Knowing empirical reality
Must first pass through
Emotion's unreliability
Patiently pauses
White hot focus holds sway
Peripheral resistance wanes
Fractions
Equations
Formulae satiated
Acceptance invites convergence
Consciousness
Once in asylum
No longer struggling to be
Stands naked at last
Heart and mind fused
Light embodying darkness
Like the ever-forming oneness
Of sunrise comprising sunset
Birth ripening awaited death
Youth,
Zeus’ thunderbolt of vitality, you are,
The volcanic eruption of vigor,
The very incarnation of liveliness,
Your passion unrivaled
Your spirit indubitable
Your enthusiasm insurmountable
On the horseback of your dreams you
Are galloping
Unafraid
Uncompromising
Unstoppable, to the ends
Of the world,
Overcoming every fear
Demolishing every boundary
Obliterating every division
And
Running always ahead-FREE- with a speed determined by
Your eagerness to
Do all
To see all
To know all
To conquer all
BUT
You are not realizing that you, inadvertently, are
Heading towards what you do not wish for,
Something you so greatly despise,
That your heart abhors and
Your spirit dreads: OLD AGE
However
Do not… despair my young friends
For
The privilege of getting old, is something
NOT bestowed on everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 FEBRUARY 2014
What in life do you perceive?
What thoughts do you conceive?
The beauty around, you gladly receive!
With falsehoods; always seek reprieve.
Let no one or anything try to deceive!
Follow your own heart.
Your own calling...
Just believe!
You are wonderful,
you are strong.
Your happiness; a glorious song!
You are determined to prove everyone wrong.
Let them see what you are.
Let them discover you are the star.
That shines brightly the path they must travel
to become tenacious and resilient,
breaking the shackles!
Being able to succeed...
in this reality!
This goal I daresay;
you did achieve!
~mp
This is a poem I wrote this morning. After having a conversation with higher powers above, I felt inspired to write these words. I asked you the reader, to let me know how you felt or feel after reading this poem and please leave a comment. Thank you very much.
Wear the green dress today
in the back of the closet.
The floor-length polyester blend
with little bicycles
peddling all over it.
Your kindergarteners
love to count the bicycles
as much as I do.
One, two, three, four
five, six, seven, eight,
(and turn around for more)
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
little bicycles.
I woke up early
to press the wrinkles out,
thinking of your freckled arms
fitting through the sleeves,
and the way you wiggle into it.
The dress still holds
the smell of citrus
perfume from before.
You sashay when you wear
long dresses on workdays.
I witness the subtle difference,
and the way you saunter,
and all your variations
color my life.
I enjoy, more than all,
the emerald fabric on you,
it has a suggestive rustle.
The heavy layers
over your toned, determined legs
is lovely to gaze at
when you strut through the kitchen.
And somewhere sleeping,
the sun in her pale and trying beauty,
has yet to drag itself
in lesser shades across the sky.
Choosing a dress for you
from your closet of forgotten colors
is still the life I want, and better
than anything outside.
We could barely see a touch of brow
And could not view the budding rose
Beneath the trellis of a veil
Where seeds and sprouts of courage grew
Her innocence was pure with gold
But silenced by a brutal oath
Of ancient code, old oppression kept
Young girls like her, are used and spent
How did it come to be this way?
That stalk, and rape, and make her prey
To tear a child, each piece by piece
No mercy for what she might have been
The tears now dry, where smiles begin
Once shuttered tight, to hold and hide
Against the dark, against the tide
She'll rise up now to face the wind
She stands here tall, against the rain
Determined now, to rise again
To give us hope, there'll be an end
Her strength is greater than the sky
A child, this lily in the bud
Has lost the youth, we can't forget
For change that comes at bitter cost
Was once a child that we have lost
Perhaps, the ocean's more for those
of us who can't swim. At least,
I choose to believe that.
I like to sit on the shore, close enough
for the waves to wash over me
up just above my hips.
There is a heaviness on my heart
as I watch them tussle amongst themselves ---
rising, and then falling flat,
much like exhausted lovers, gasping for air.
There is Grace beneath their battle;
each one knowing no matter which of them
reaches the shore first, they will all be victorious.
And, as ferocious the competition,
there is a mutual respect for the tenacity of the other...
the ability of each to be overcome by the greater,
yet, somehow, suck up enough oxygen
to sustain them.
Emerging defiant, determined, destined.
They violently reach the shore and then
disperse; spilling themselves over me
and all of the other beach gods who either can not,
or will not violate their sanctuary.
Then, after examining us thoroughly,
determining us neither friend nor foe,
they quietly retract...
retreating back into their domain,
leaving us weak, wet and wondering
what all of the fussing was really about
to begin with.
Noticing his neighbor’s young child
has laid a ladder against a tree,
determined to rescue a pet kitty stuck up there,
a middle-aged man crosses the street
and offers to help.
He STEPS UP the ladder
and retrieves the cat for his neighbor’s son.
A young woman
stands behind a harried mother
who struggles with a wailing baby
as she tries to take items from her shopping cart.
Without thinking twice, the young woman offers to help as
she STEPS FORWARD
to place the lady’s items on the grocery conveyer belt.
A teenage girl, eager to see a certain popular movie,
is standing in line waiting to buy her ticket.
She hears the couple behind her
speaking excitedly about this movie.
Learning there are only two seats left for that showing,
she STEPS BACK
and lets the couple buy the last two remaining tickets for themselves.
At a nursing home to see his mother,
a busy office worker is informed by his mother
of a lonely widower who never gets visitors
and who is feeling abandoned by his children.
Asking a nurse for the man's room number,
he STEPS IN
for a visit with the elderly widower.
A young boy who delivers newspapers
has noticed one of the older women on his route
is now using crutches.
Instead of tossing a rolled up paper to her lawn
as he usually does,
he STEPS OFF his bike
and delivers the paper to the woman personally at her door.
It matters not whether you are old or young
or whether the person you might see in need
is a stranger or a friend,
Don’t let opportunities for random acts of kindness
pass you by.
Whether it’s UP, FORWARD, BACK, IN or OFF,
just take a little action; take STEPS!
March 7, 2018 for Kai Michael Neumann's Random Acts of Kindness Contest
F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
I have a thousand thoughts that start the moment I awake.
and perhaps when I am sleeping;
thoughts, thoughts, thoughts about things, people and places,
some are nonsense;
but others are a myriad of deep and emotional torrents, oh
how I wish I could erase those flashes; those
ugly recollections, but . . . I have learned in time to
bury those shades determined that they will not define me.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Verse/I Have A Thousand Thoughts
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