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The curl of the letters- formed from nearly what I could make out as the abstractions sometimes strain the heart and mind, woven to and fro with sharp edges fraught throughout the script, or is that scripture? All of these sounds uttered only silently in my mind
The phonemes (perpetually distinct units of sound) ringing home, called me once or thrice prior but no one was home.
The curving lines of each grapheme caught me up to study up close only the bark of the tree in the forest,
Where ones eyes can meet each distinctive swirls, curves and angles longingly looking for the power in the words, the tetragrammation was lost some where in those woods,
I know the Kaballists still dwells somewhere out there in the desert, hopeless and alone gripping parchment, tears streaming down his face
I wonder at the wonder of it all. But what is substance… here man we believe cradled cozy in his atoms, and faith of material, FAITH IN MATERIAL at least we can know one mote of Truth…
That is love, it transcends these conundrums, man can own it disown it, and pant for it when he forfeits it
Love of humanity Love of man, Love of brother, Love of one another, is what we can hold on to grip tightly or let the palm loosely caress it the love of Nature, the love of mother, the love of brother, man is Love—Eros Agape its all we have.
Death can grin and grin to my chagrin, he does not race, he makes no haste
He always has Pow’r and time
Your physical being transmutates, to restore atoms to matter---
To Love mankind should be our plight--
Love is truly born again, and again, it is infinite. It is infinity.
Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion in red flamenco
so flamboyantly executes the dancer
The crimson movement of the lyrical arms and torso
in sync with the guitar is awesome
Unique euphoria of exuberance in the swirl of a female figure
so provocative
What a dancing dream doing up the drawings of
the body on the fly
What a message of moons in mounds you convey
through the crafty curves
And each passing passion pulsates from prose to
poetry of muscles and bones
Eros encouraging us to transcend ourselves through
the journey of desire like a fountain
From brownish black towards the orange flames
on the comely conical mountains
And the warmly amber valley as it mingles with the
flames from the dancing spark
Blackens darkens and then harkens at joyous response
of mesmerized connoisseurs
Deepens the dense dance still further by generating
romantic proposition in her gestures
Unstoppable time hypnotized to stop for a moment to
stand and see how infinity can dance
Time itself in much ado on the long neck of
reddening movement
Aye, you dancing fire spreading your oranges everywhere
from Andalusia to Madrid
And then all over the globe amazing you me and all
in modern style of elegant gestures
Sliding the shoulder blades down the back and thus
the chest held proudly
Inviting inquisitive attention to read the poems
up to the chin and down the tall back
Closing the eye for a few seconds we see in awe our fertile
dear earth in a dance of rebellion
The earthy and raw in a fascinating gesture of life
we do need to feel so much
That while in the midst of viewing what you interpret
we too get merged in the dancing colour
Aha! What a phenomenon
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September 23, 2017
For the contest:Poems that paint a picture 3
Hosted by: Silent One
Take advantage of those non enduring things,
they are similar in swiftness to evanescent time:
it's the cleverest thief stealing your last dime,
who saves in an amber jar copper pennies?
Does youth only last for twenty brief springs?
Staring into the clearest mirror simply deceives:
that smooth face will no longer glow with beauty,
fine lines and wrinkles could appear after forty!
Wonder why movies stars look younger than us?
It's not privilege or favoritism: it's the tons of money
that make miracles happen: while we turn green with envy;
don't be angry with yourself, avoid any unnecessary stress!
Throw away the expensive cream jars, they create false images,
they can't give back the radiance of lost youth as believed;
Aphrodite knew that secret and kept it locked for endless ages,
Eros was her admirer and lover: no elixir was ever needed!
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
What can be created in this space
Where Cupid lived creating love’s sweet darts?
War has outdone Love on every chart
What race is run without the nuclear waste?
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
No way to grow our love has yet been thought
Even though we know of every taste
Since Eros lived creating love’s sweet darts
Love is free, we find it where we ought
We do not need to grasp to obtain grace
When we’re humble love will fill our hearts
Love cannot be measured on a chart
We see in human beings god’s new face
Cupid works creating love’s long darts
Whose the finger that my feature’s traced?
Whose the womb that bore me and embraced?
When we’re empty trust will help our hearts
The gratitude of rivers ,mountains,Arks
" This is Zeus*- the life-giving God- speaking
come, come all you blind forces
come out of chaos
Let us bring order, so out of this anarchy, a cosmos
to be born,
a universe, where uniformity will reign and all will obey
my Logos
To achieve this, though, you all have to learn how to dance,
to dance the dance of peaceful coexistence,
but first, a partner for you I shall find.
Now all you pay attention!
Here is the list that I for you have prepared:
Accord dances with discord
unity with division
love with hate
joy with sorrow
hope with despair
pleasure with suffering
harmony with strife
mind with matter
hot with cold
humid with arid
hard with soft...
.............
And the temporal with the eternal...
Be careful now
for each step you take, your partner will take one
keep in mind that you don't dance alone
Respect your dancing partner, and he will respect you,
what we try to achieve here is harmony
only then this wondrous choreography of
creation will be successful
There you are!
Slowly, dance back and forth, listening to
this wondrous symphony of life."
Thus spoke Zeus and managed to unite the opposites
which resulted in the world we live in!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 May 2018
* Greek Mythology tells us that when Zeus decided to create the world
turned himself to Eros ( God of love) to be able to unite the
opposite forces that existed within the Chaos to give birth to a harmonious Cosmos!
MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night
when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light
As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams
some common sense was telling me I ought to follow
but my heart stood firm and I; in place of fear!
While conviction – that solid and shiny compass
melt away the color pale and heavy fright
that night my plan was nothing more than this --
to find the house of EROS to cure my heart of alder blight
After Chaos, Gaia, and Tatarus he was born but for I --
as I for him this night – my ambition over fear
EROS, the God of Love and sexuality could show the path
for that enduring love of my bride to be – my writ of right
Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills
upon a whirlwind, yes me the mere mortal like EROS I sped
Beating glittering golden wings upon my hidden fear
Heavy a burden of knowing what must be – that fate of me
as my beast passed through the mist and soared in height
She bravely carried on across barren wasteland and icy bog
as sad and frozen waters gravely sang to me CHAOS
and my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth and fear
And it seemed to me that humanity might have just begun
as we moved by wood and sullen hill – surging forth in might
Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater --
that his bride was no less than CHAOS
Soon I came upon a chasm which has no name but keeps a flame
the light of Luna burned – to see the truth of life this night
The dance of light upon the night stirred a feeling within my soul
Soothing my beast I released the burden of my weight
and there she fled into the night like burning crystal – who eased my fear
And within the gapping chasm of this slightly twisted gash of soil
I faced my future fate by gently carefully moving forward into that dim light
And into the night like oil each footstep soaked inside my soul
the fear within this slice of time grabbing my throat so fierce
and I, like EROS, felt as one with love, less that burning fear
I was condemned
from the first day I saw you.
Bewitched, enamored for ever
by your inexplicable beauty.
Little did I know
where you were to lead me.
I was a slave to Eros,
a fickle love
god aided by his snide piper Pan.
You brought me to your home,
a mansion built for love,
and closed the door on me.
Now I feel a prisoner
inside a gilded cage
besotted with love.
I have no strength to open the door
and fly to freedom.
I am rich.
I have no food.
I'm dead for life:
In the deepest part of my heavy heart
I know
I will find courage to open the cage
but only if I can find true love.
love words
philanthropic sweethearts
adoration fascination cherish affectionate
integrity beloved affinity honesty
warm benevolent honey
dear agape gaze
God luv zeal
bless
amor
ardor
warmth
fondness
boyfriend
soulmates
caring giving
hugs married
fond of favorite
passion devotion
romantic beautiful
affinity dearest trust
amoureux faithfulness
lovingkindness beautiful
husband and wife intimacy
lover unconditional oneness
girlfriend sentiments happiness
eros Phileo affinity togetherness
adore fondness blessings intimacy
valentine faith sacrifice amour honor
written 22 Aug 2020
INTENTIONAL TRUE LOVE
True intentional love can only be scripted as below
Philia” affectionately I Love. My brother...true intention
“Storge” familiar I Love. ...I remember
Playful Love. ...“Ludus” no I'm not kidding
“Mania” obsessive I Love. ...gotta have it bidding
“Pragma” enduring Love. ...ever so lasting
Self Love. ...“Philautia” just shy of conceited-selfish
“Agape” selfless Love, Agape—unconditional "God" love bless
Storge—empathy bond let me embrace you retentions
Philia—friend bond allow me to be friendly, true intention
“Eros” or Erotic Love. The first kind of love is Eros,
I know what love truly is and all those true perceptions
Just mention by the words above love a verb, true intentions
And if you don't believe it
This what true intentional love is
Yes, this intentional true love
4/10/18
Poem Contest: Non Romantic Love
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Haiku Acrostic Love Fest Rhyme
Love Express
Marched in like a lion
Destination be Zion
Map comes in Mayan
Onward Progress
Transformation set
Every molecule affect
Will choose to elect
Verified address
Station arrival
Choose ye one point in spiral
Now begins try all
Eros’ Heart Times
Command to ascent
One Hundred and ten percent
Course track frequent
Feelings of Joy
Come these days of rest
Having passed all of ye test
Pulsates heart in chest
Express Convoy
Sown fields of harvest
Reap ye will the worst or best
Gratitude be best
Stop and Enjoy
As ye travel west
Each and all moments with zest
All that flows from breast
Train of Love
Love the words expressed
Loving dark and light confess
Love fest ye professed