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Pink tulip roses covering the landscape in unprecedented beauty
Leading the night dwellers down a primrose path to dissipate fear
The army waits inside the empty castle, armor and shields ready
Small animals scurry through the brambles, attempting an escape.
The sun is fading from view, taking last bits of hope with her.
Our leader looks to the castle, pondering whether it be empty.
I have a weird sick feeling that it is going to be a terrible battle
My spirit guides are silent for a change, giving me no validation.
I am a page, of no significance, so my mouth remains shut.
Dreams in the mind of fleas like me are not taken seriously
I have been the brunt of many jokes already, so I keep quiet.
The beauty and the fragrance of the gorgeous roses keeps me calm.
What do you think? Geriswald my knight asks. This startles me.
Then I realize is he speaking to Melford, another knight.
Could be a trap, Melford says, but I prefer to think it’s not.
My heart leaps a little; verification from my guides I am right.
My mouth opens, but I quickly slam it shut. I am tired of being a joke.
So we wander through the gorgeous pink tulip roses, me completely silent.
They get me quickly; I float to heaven so fast, I barely feel the blade.
Melford and Geriswald quickly join me. It is a terrific day to die.
The mind is an ocean, vast and deep,
Where silent, waking shadows creep,
And thoughts drift by like ships of light,
Upon the endless sea of night.
It is a loom of gossamer thread,
Spellbound by sunlight, hope is bred,
Weaving the tapestry of days
In bright hues and a winding maze.
Within this quiet, vaulted hall,
The memories gather, stand, and fall.
A sudden scent, a fading song,
Can bring the distant years along,
Rebuilding worlds of joy and tears,
Across the bridge of vanished years.
The past is never truly gone;
It lives within the inward dawn.
And oh, the castles we can build,
With chambers by the starlight filled!
We soar on wings of pure design,
To touch the edges of the divine,
To paint the sky with whispered dreams,
And sculpt the mountains, shape the streams.
No gravity can hold us bound,
When in the mind we wander round.
Yet shadows dwell within this space,
A quiet, often lonely place.
The doubts will whisper in the dark,
And blow upon a dying spark.
The mind can be a stormy sea,
Where thought is bound, and thought is free,
A tempest raging, fierce and loud,
Concealed behind a quiet shroud.
I kissed the rain when tempests cleared,
And brought the lucid sight had neared.
A gentle breeze of reason blows,
And soothes the mind in sweet repose.
We sit upon the sandy shore,
And watch the waves forevermore,
Observing every thought that crests,
Until the weary spirit rests.
It is a galaxy of thought,
By unseen hands so deftly wrought.
A universe of shade and shine,
At once both human and divine.
To muse within this quiet mind,
Is the greatest journey we can find—
A boundless realm, forever free,
The mirror of eternity.
Listen to the sobbing air, smothered by
a satanic blanket of carbon monoxide.
Condemn me not, though I may be impatient,
for my wishes are aborted under industrial waste.
Weave your glowing tapestry of life; believe me,
I won't touch your creation lest it be tarnished,
permit me to view the process of your creation,
so pure and divine, which, my moribund mind
will observe silently, in utter seclusion.
From the realm of rustic serenity, far from
all urban ructions, the insomniac nightingale makes
a last call for lonely hearts, that resonates
in the mind of broken delirious people in a tavern.
My dream is another version of reality.
My love is alive, injured and bleeding unceremoniously.
I suppress the sound when it writhes in pain,
stabbed by the fruitless cravings for affection.
10th November, 2019
LAST CALL FOR LONELY HEARTS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we became lovers
in another time, another place
to find dust-filled treasure in yesterday
where some of the faces quickly fade
others pause, as I visit in quiet
wondering what could have been having they stayed
to fall into the darkness filled with eyes,
staring in the distance, once known and caressed
if briefly, now a mirror held in the mind
filled with tarnished reflections of moments confessed
where the light left long ago and shadows retreated
to an empty dark of tomorrow's dawn
where faces form quietly on silent roads of sunsets
and leaf cluttered paths, we walked on
with bemused wonder, if our memories met
as they cross the cold separation of years I look upon
Envious hearts would never be lovers of truth and justice but devotees to falsehood and injustice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2016
* Today I received a soup mail from someone who never visits me, accusing me of supporting someone who harasses ladies and gentlemen alike!
I would never commit injustice against anyone! I only comment on the poem written ignoring why the poem is written.
Sometimes poems are fictitious. It is impossible to know what is in the mind of the writer since there are no names of the supposed victim! I DECLARE THAT NEVER SUPPORTED OR WILL I SUPPORT ANY INJUSTICE and would like to let this person know that I am a free man and an honest one! It is better for the author of that soup mail not to try to turn one person against the other. Here we are not to divide people but to unite them! At least I AM DOING IT IN PRACTICE.
God bless him who sent me the message and may he sees the light and stop creating groups to fight one against the other so as for him to reign! I also ask all our soupers to work in harmony for we suppose to be poets inspired by God and since GOD IS LOVE let us LOVE ONE ANOTHER!
In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic,
Easter arrives, with its gentle light, to drive away unnatural shadows.
May it penetrate the pores of the soul, to melt the cold, lifeless wax.
May it twinkle in the mind, like the first star at twilight in the celestial sky.
With its torch-like wing, may it decorate every shadowed nook,
May it encourage to dance the hearts encased, in cocoons of oblivion.
May it awaken within us the thread of love, too long neglected,
May we anoint with the balm of faith our wounds, and step into the sea of forgiveness.
Let us be like the sun in the sky, tearing down the cold frontiers of selfishness,
With warm hearts, let us plant around us the seeds of unquenchable goodness.
Let us gather in our fists the warmth and brightness of this holy day, in altruism,
Let us bathe in the splendor of creation and drink from it, the rekindled beauties.
Let us bless the laden tables and the open, welcoming arms,
Where our love unfolds in aromas of sweetbread and wine,
Let us give, eagerly, from embraces that carry transformative emotions,
And fill ourselves with the scattering of happiness that grows around us, thereby defining us as divine.
At this feast of light, under the blue dome adorned with promises,
Let every shining face be a love letter sent to the universe,
In a chorus that sings of life, of rebirth in love and resonant love,
We become hunters of divine sparks, gathering them in the soul, keepers of the ever-alive hope.
Peculiar reading men's mind set,
To look at things round in surround,
To look at things in rectangular in all angles,
Drawing lines self exiling in their own homes,
Rings,bangles,clocks,even roti and their eating plates,
Books and money notes in uniform widths and lengths,
Creations on this Earth stands straight like soldiers,
Top mountains,oceans,rivers,waves,clouds,flowers and fruits,
Elephants to tiny ants,whales,males and females,
Most of them are not in the shape of round,nor in rectangles,
Men's madness of making things in round,we can pardon at least,
The world is round,Sun and Moon so,theses captures stored in the mind set of men,
Why men then like things in angles,is a question want on answers,
If men can break the boundaries within the rounds and angles and get them freed,
They can walk a long way than where they have reached out today!
The path to wisdom is through the ears not the mouth
It's when you choose to speak that it all goes south
If you seek knowledge through power
It is an illusion merely designed to make others cower
And the end result is a sanctimonious soul
Forever fractured and painted black like coal
The path to enlightenment is paved with sacrifice and tears
And you will surely be tested by all of your fears
All paths lead to salvation as if they were the roads to Rome
You just have to have strength to make it home
It is the small quiet moments when nobody else is around
That the real you can finally be found
When you think nobody is looking are your morals still real
Or did you convince yourself you forgot how to feel
Your life might be a highway littered with mistakes
But that is no reason to put your foot on the brakes
Knowledge is born in the mind, compassion is born in the heart
To live without one or the other is to slowly fall apart
You could be damned a thousand times but still be saved
By those who braved the storm and paved
A road to righteousness that you don't have to walk alone
And with head held high you listen and show you've grown
For the path to wisdom is through the ears not the mouth
But no longer does it mean when you speak it all goes south
As I Lie here dreaming the night away
Waiting for the dawn, ready to fight another day
The universal soldier that I have become
So far from home, from Dad and Mum
My Wife, my Children to them a stranger I have become
Not the man I once was to anyone
War changes men in so many ways
As we try to live through the coming days
Never knowing if each day will be our last
The Bombs, the Bullets come thick and fast
My comrades in arms each and everyone
To me a Brother, my one true friend they have become
On each other we completely rely
We have no one else when the enemy’s rounds begin to fly
A comrades hit, lay dying there
No time to be afraid, just show you care
Help where possible; risk your life to save his
As around you smoke and bullets whizz
For he would do the same for you
Because that in the end is what soldiers do?
Each death is greeted like a brother lost
Every day we have to count the cost
Sometimes you wonder will it be me today
But not long in the mind does that thought stay
You just bite your lip, put on your pack
Like a lifetime on your back
Contains all you need to see it through
Above all the courage inside of you
We fight, we party all as one
Because that is what we have become
A true fighting unit all for one and one for all
Together we stand, together we fall
Sadly some may not make it through
Take a lonely flight home, just thank God it’s not you
So when you awake tomorrow it’s the fallen comrades you are fighting for
I am a Universal Soldier for ever more
But as I dream of the ones I love
My fallen comrades in heaven above
I know I will do my duty, be what I am
A Soldier, a one true fearless man
I will give my life for my county if it’s my destiny
Be buried with the flag knowing I have made a better life for those who truly love me
Where does sin begin and end, in the mind
Or beyond the stars?
Is true love lust, smoke or dust
When felt so near or far?
Is black the lack of white and gray
And what divides high from low?
Where’s the distinction between
Genius, Ignorance and enlightenment
And those who think they know?
If Adam and Eve fell down on their knees
Fooled by a wily serpent’s silver forked tongue,
Then God was a fake who made a mistake
Leaving mankind on the run.
If he knew all along what might have gone wrong
And failed to make better plans;
I’d take him to court under police escort
And sue him for improper demands.
And if love is war and saints are whores
And beauty’s deceit in disguise,
Then all is lost and death the cause
Of every miracle before our eyes.
And if history is real as movies feel
And facts are made of sand;
Then I believe there’s more to life and death
Than what we’ve been led to understand.
And if you think you agree, I disagree
With every thought you think I’ve shared
Because truth is stranger than any belief
Any one of us ever dared.