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An old man walks along a deserted beach in the pre-dawn darkness.
The is no wind and he can hear small waves lap onto the sand.
He stops, turns eastward, and gazes out into the blackness.
At the same time, 93,000,000 miles away, trillions of photons of light are born in a fiery sun, and are propelled through the void of space at an unimaginable speed of 186,000 miles per second. They race past planets, moons, asteroids, man-made satellites and space debris to rendezvous with the earth and the waiting old man who stands there waiting in anticipation, and sees nothing but blackness punctuated with dimly lit, fading stars.
Then, as the earth slowly turns he perceives a faint brightness creeping over the edge of night, revealing itself where the sea meeting the sky.
With time, the sky gradually transforms from black to a faint dull gray.
As more photons pour in, the dull grey turns to a dim orange, and then orange and finally yellow.
The color grows in brightness and intensity as more and more of the becomes visible.
The process is irreversible. The darkness is in inevitable retreat, and a vibrant world of color comes alive.
As he has done many times before, the old man stares at the wonder unfolding before him. The brightness and the colors awake his senses and stir his consciousness.
He closes his eyes and allows the glow to bombard his face and body.
He feels its gentle warmth and its promise of a new beginning.
He mutters a quiet prayer, and thanks God for the gift of a new start and...
another chance to get it right.
Written: August 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Matt Caliri
Quote: "Two of the greatest gifts we can give our children are roots and wings." — By Hodding Carter
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You ask me, tremulous,
eyes as green harvest fields
waiting for a pantomime.
Love is not a ledger,
not a lapidary stone weighed
against another gemstone.
It is a storm,
a maelstrom that swathes each soul
in its own salient light.
When you are away—
lost to your bright horizons—
my heart quaffs distance,
longing for your return,
and in that absence
I love you beyond prosaic,
until you stand back at the doorway.
When you are sick,
fevered, fragile,
I remember the maxim of care,
mercy mandate calls!
How love becomes adamantine,
an impregnable shield
until you heal.
Despite friction,
when worlds clash and ignite,
I'm not biased,
but when you are well—
frolicking, laughing—
I love you no less.
Love is seraphic,
a synergy of souls,
a scatheless nexus
where each child shines
akin to citrine, ruby-lotus,
orchid, hydrangea—
different blooms,
same orchard.
We are the moorland,
where each child is a flower
growing from a womb-seed
Seasons turn their faces upward,
with your frame and name,
rooted in the same clay,
savoring the same heart-buffet,
my life drifts and sways.
So hear me:
you're drastically beloved,
a vibrant gem,
a cynosure treasure
I cannot sever affection,
cannot trace a commotion
for our iron-clad devotion.
Love is an Ouroboros—
endless, with no starting
each of you a vital part.
If one flame burns brighter,
it is only because the wind
leans toward it.
But the fire itself—
the whole fire—
is yours,
equally and eternally,
without epithet,
without end.
Songs repeat in my head constantly
Will my brain take a break? We'll see
I need to renew my spirit of truth in me and I need self-boldness please
I need to knock down all the bittersweet lies and horrible worries
I am the drylands of plenty before your eyes
He is the mountains, looking after everyone, so that we can feel our way out of misery lane into freedom's grasp; we won't end up being in captivity
Virtuous patience balances my lows and highs
God is the valley of vibrant vitality and His son is the brilliant and suave sun that dries out the despair and distressful debris
Triggers are set off like a ticking bomb
Urges to do wrong makes me feel numb
Am I smart or am I dumb? Tell me, oh Father of light
Did you find any good in me? Sorry, my heart is full of fright last night - this time, I'll be a hawk or a falcon, soaring and enjoying his flight
Rain kissed my thoughts with a song
Coloring my dreams in laughter and hope
Vibrant whispers of joy so kind, light
Falling soft across each poem I write
Silent prayers, thanking the Creator
Praising Him with every sigh, each breath
Flowing rivers of inspiration, imagination
Insight into the wonders of His grace
Serenity coloring hearts in the amazement
Of tenderness alive with sincerity, kindness
Dreams felt on the shadows of His wisdom
Pouring out sensations and sunshine cravings
Feathery smiles from a glory beyond words
Touches the spirit, establishing His compassion
Brilliant smiles of sunshine embraces hugging
Hearts with a million stardust moments
The morning sighed under the weight of His love
Evening winds soothed the night with stars
Reflecting on the silence in wonders alive
And the sky had never been so vibrant a hue of blue
Triumphant in God* midst challenges, grievously dominant
Vibrant will-power prevails in being spiritually jubilant
Radiant is my faith, brightened by truth, scripturally elegant…
Arrogant heart is smitten by meekness, vanquishing the termagant
Vigilant soul keeps me reaching-out as Christ’s prayerful striving servant.**
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
**1Corinthians 7:22 For he that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's freeman: likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant.
August 27, 2019
7th place, "Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines"
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 8/28/2019.
June 7 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Job 21-23
Key Verse – Job 21:22 Shall any teach God knowledge? seeing he judgeth those that are high.
HEART THAT SEEKS THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOD
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is worthwhile
Since He is our great Lord Who governs us in His wise style
Truly doing wondrous works devoid of any vile which does defile
Thus, we trust Him in every step along obedient smile.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is purposive
Since He is our sovereign Father Who keeps us in His design, eternally conclusive
Truly showing mighty acts for us His children, divinely exclusive
Thus, we praise Him, jubilantly expressive.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is meaningful
Since He is our gracious Guardian Who makes us holy and spiritually bountiful
Truly guiding toward righteousness with His ways, merciful
Thus, we honour Him, overcoming pride, grievously awful.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is teaching us to be contented
Since He is our abundant Provider Who supplies us where He has us planted
Truly showering blessings, always giving even beyond what is granted
Thus, we please Him, being gratitude-oriented.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is driving us to be fruit-bearing
Since He is our compassionate Master Who builds us up in His nurturing
Truly answering prayers with efforts for soulwinning and Gospel sharing
Thus, we serve Him, and for Him, willingly labouring.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is making us victorious
Since He is our majestic Saviour Who rules over us with His kingdom so glorious
Truly reigning in miraculous ways, with deeds, awesomely mysterious
Thus, we cling to Him, earnestly and blissfully serious.
Our heart seeks the knowledge of God that is empowering us by His partnership
Since He is our kind Co-labourer Who enables us with His discipleship
Truly perfecting us along servant-leadership through diligent stewardship
Thus, we abide in Him, thanking Him for His offered vibrant relationship.
June 7, 2026
Just see the morning itself has come to sit in my spine shaking in delight
A grand sun much grander in splendour than the one you see everyday
Is bubbling over in laughter of each and every molecule of my existence
Bringing out dark green vibrations on the back of my palms and wrists
Eruptive delight sits on the skin thrilled in the vibrant hours playing violin inside me
Just look at the radiant eyes at their height, an expression of the dances of my being
To announce to the world through the bugle of hibiscus in my bone marrows
Upon the glorious pine trees in infinite twitter thousands and thousands of sparrows
You have made me happier than ever I have been under the sparkling blue sky
In never-before-known exhilaration is booming within me many a celebrating gun
I don't know why I can't control the tremendous force in my whirling bloodstream
Rushing in my mouth gums teeth and tongue so the eyes can raise intense waves
How could you raise the crimson creativity that make me resolved to see hundred flowers blooming
In the whirlpool my love has generated in the crazy hemoglobin of my struggle
The happiness that I now carry in my breasts you don't know what a violet and blue sky
It is going to give birth to along with sounds of high and low tides in response to the passionate moon
I am just crystallizing my golden resolutions and visualising in wonder
What a typhoon it would be
Never there have been such a pink hour to taste what life means and never there will be
In the scarlet vibrations of the impatient seconds please wait a little sweetheart please wait for me
Let me enjoy as long as I can hold this intoxication of bliss and ecstasy
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September 10, 2017
For Poems that paint a picture contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Note: In the phrase the bugle of hibiscus I am indebted to Eve Roper for the word bugle
and to Demetrios Trifiatis for hibiscus.
Once, a young green leaf I was
Among thousands of leaves on a tree
Proud and vibrant amidst my brothers
Life's most enthusiastic devotee
Night and day guardian I stood
Vigilant the foliage wanted to protect
Producing oxygen and offering shelter
To every bird that I could detect
The Spring, though, went fast by
And was followed by the Summer's heat
Hard times my siblings and l had to face
Till Autumn came and made heat retreat
By the middle of Autumn though
I noticed my color started to change
My siblings began one by one, falling
For nature wished her looks to rearrange
Now, almost alone my self I find
Standing on a practically naked wood
Waiting for the breeze of fate to blow
Reminiscing the vivid days of boyhood
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 April 2021
National Poetry Day is over
Over two hours on the stage.
That's one hellova long time
For one of my advancing age.
This is the Poetry city.
The talent just abounds,
Mixing in the bars and pubs
With open mic music sounds.
They spruced up the Centre
Just for this event
(I sometimes worry at the wisdom
Of where the money went)
When they've replaced the paving
The barriers are all gone
When the renovation crews
Have finished and moved on
Bring in your Year of Culture,
Next year, 2017
Catering for the minority
Ignoring thriving local scene.
But when the Culture Vultures
Have departed as if they'd never been
In the pubs and clubs and bars
We'll still have our living culture scene.
With the streets are all repaired and
We're again northern backwater place
I'll be in the pub
A smile still on my face.
And I'll listen to the music,
Hear the spoken word,
Much of it as good or better
Than any City of Culture heard,
And I'll see the performance list
Every available spot full,
And think look what you've missed
In this Poetry City of Hull.
This is my city
Chugging quietly away:
A City of northern Culture
Every single vibrant day
This poem was written about my small business. Perhaps it will mean something else to you.
Grow my little flower
Take all the time you need
Don't throw in the towel, over a shower
You were once a tiny seed
Look how you've grown
The stepping stones you cleared
You couldn't have possibly known
Until your beautiful buds appeared
Admire another's elegance
But don't take time to compare
beauty is nice, but dense
Let it float about the air
A swan may envy a peacock
Vibrant feathers, standing tall
Jealousy won't stop the clock
Before long, the swan will fall
If only the swan knew
The beauty she possessed
More feathers would accrue
As she gave life her very best
Life is a lovely dance
You were created to thrive
Embrace it with romance
Keep your hopes and dreams alive
Don't be discouraged by the time consumed
Becoming who you were meant to be
Remember how you bloomed
For all the world to see
It didn't happen over night
Storms and elbow grease
Don't live your life by fright
You are only here on lease