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Written: December 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Nutrition hums in quiet seeds that wait to rise,
A vow from earth and flesh, body never denies.
Exercise is motion’s hymn pulse that keeps us true,
a dialogue of sinew saying live in what you do.
Water shapes its quiet course through all that's unseen.
It shows us how to bend, yet remain serene.
Sunshine is the ancient fire that crowns the waking day,
a golden grammar written on the skin in slow array.
Temperance is the narrowing gate where choices meet,
Discipline of turning from the sugar to the wheat.
Air is the first and final gift, the breath we never own,
a borrowed wind reminding us we’re travelers alone.
Rest is the hush that gathers all our scattered parts,
a night-long stitching of the seams in tired hearts.
Trust in God is stepping where the lantern’s glow is thin,
believing there is beyond what the senses pull us in.
Clock is
always working.
It lives every moment.
Doesn't waste even a second.
Live each second like clock,
enjoying each
moment.
Clock is
thoughtless and calm.
Mind at the task in front.
While at work emulate the clock.
Employ all sense organs,
enjoy moment
in hand
Clock is
detached, serene.
It keeps ticking non-stop.
Nothing deviates it's focus.
It teaches we can be
perfect if we're
steadfast
If we
do all our jobs
full day like a clock, then
we will have perfectly blissful
life, full of joy and peace.
Living, not just
alive!
25.05.2021
Note : Heptastich is a poetic form with syllable count of 2,4,6,8,6,4,2
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Submitted to
Contest Name : Time
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Premier contest winner 6th position
Resubmitted to
Constance La France
''T'' Contest, New or
I miss her sweet serene poetic smile
Her fairy dusted words that so beguile
I miss the travel guide her lines provide
To places that enchant where dreams abide
I miss the tender lines that bring delight
that warm the heart like embers in the night
I miss the heart that love filled to the brim
Without her charm, poetic lights are dim
I miss my friend who is a kindred soul
Who longed with peace to make each poet whole
I miss this angel with each passing day
Oh, how I wish I'd find the words to say
Come back, my dear, come back and let us see
the wonder of your writes- your poetry
Eileen Manassian
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
Even Bach or Handel would soothe this soul of mine tonight;
A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
It echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
Sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
Calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
This music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
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October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Classical Music
Copyright Protected, ID 15-715-448-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No 110 Standard,(2018)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Written for the contest, Favorite Music Types,(2015)
sponsor, Nadya Negron,
First Place
Let us, my darling,
In
This world of continuous strife
Where
One force is in constant conflict with the other, since
The beginning of time,
A serene place for us to find-within the eye of
Discord’s cyclone
That
We could the dominion of our love to establish
So as
Oblivious to dissention forever to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 November 2015
the s p a c e between us,
is lined with full stops
and wistful questions~
tucked within "inverted commas"
of w e e p i n g stars,
but I'm lost in
suffocating s i l e n c e...
t h i n k i n g
l o n g i n g
d r e a m i n g...
as Y o u, my beloved
are enough...the poetic pause
breathing between
stellar heartbeats
of the mourning sky~
punctuating promises
mirroring the magnetic
equations of l o v e ~
a cosmic pyramid
glazed with pearl-dust
as herbs of henna
soothe this soul
swollen with g r a t i t u d e
sipping midnight mocktails
like a dressed devotee
worshipping the aura of roses
within serene scriptures ...
I remember the day I became a poet.
In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her image cast a shadow so serene.
My heart began to flutter like a butterfly,
floating towards her -
finally free from the chambers of my cocoon.
Like a silk scarf, scarlet petals wove a path,
aromatising footsteps that led to her.
Who could this mysterious lady be,
that had humbled such a hardened heart?
Although strangers, it felt as our souls
had known each other for eternity.
In twinkling twilight, I could see
pieces of the moon illuminating through her eyes.
How could I forget how the reflection of her smile
invited me to wander willingly into her heart.
Like nocturnal nightingales adrift in the night,
we sang sensual melodies not heard before.
Sensations felt from her soft satin skin
remain a euphoric timeless memory.
Seduced within the substance of soulful desires,
her enchanted essence became my first poem -
the purity of her existence my eternal poetry.
Silent One
19 March 2018
We all have a thief dying to come out
We must control that side of us…We must undo that knot (we must solve the case)
We are victims in our own minute minds…no doubt
We must arrest that criminal…before it causes mischief and what not (find your own way out of my maze)
Reawaken from solitude
The sun’s rising…and you’re frustrated and nude
Stray away into the path of delight…before the day turns to night
Don’t miss the words from my mouth…echoing heaven’s light
Descending in quietude
Don’t look my direction…I weep for safety’s sake…
Show off your effulgence…your delicate, serene tune…
I don’t mean to be rude…but please lift up my mood
Arise as the moon in the shady night…
Promise me you won’t break
Your life isn’t at stake…
I love you for cat’s sake!
(chorus) Weighed down…
I’m wearing a remorseful frown…
Weighed down…
Gravity holds me down
To the ground…
without a sound….
Face down…
Without a sound…
left there without a sound…
Without a sound…
no one cared…
they never did
from the start
And it breaks my heart
To say this,
but I feel this way…
And I don’t want to
fade away…
Left without a trace…
Look at my bloodied face
And solve this bewildering,
Outlandish case
While you do that,
I’ll be running the race
But, I’ve learned
That we all wear that mask…of a miserable clown
Swim with me
Promise me
You’ll be my candlelight
On the surface of the chaotic sea
Will you be so kind to stay by my side for awhile?
Don’t fly too high
Like a kite caught in the wind…
Don’t drift away…don’t fade to gray…
"...The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." Romans 6:23 of the King James Bible
Gift
of love
God offers
graciously wrapped
sealed with serene hope
joyously reached my soul
when I did receive by faith
the Saviour Whose sacrifice paid
to free me from sin-condemnation
midst assured life everlasting in Him.
Grateful to the LORD for e t e r n a l l i f e
along His forgiveness, light and peace
I value treasures endowed with
while conquering selfishness
praying to reach-out well
having servant’s heart
and Christ as guide
blest indeed
to share
gift.
February 23, 2023
2nd place, "STRAND PREMIER NO 1192" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/28/2023.
our existence is a mirage of perception,
a play of senses on the centre of neurones,
darkness and morning are concepts of deception,
two simple shades amongst myriads of tones.
our consciousness is self trapped in a body cage,
with name, an identity, ego of its own,
cage of flesh and bones that are slave to time, and age,
ethereal consciousness, its age is unknown.
far beyond reach of human existence and thought,
boundless beyond the farthest points of creation,
is essence of reality sages have sought,
where truth merges to seek one supreme relation!
the supreme is ocean of serene existence,
unbounded by limits of physical being,
that requires no consumption for its subsistence,
when merged with this eternal truth, there’s no dying!
each life that we know has its three journeys of flow,
the physical being that goes from womb to grave,
intellect from ignorance to knowledge aglow,
and journey of the spirit to free us and save!
12 syllables each line
abab rhyme
Line of inquiry:
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”