As I see the mirror in front of me…there appears a flame
I have come accustomed to this feeling when I see her face
But wait…she is not materializing in from of me for she has not me to blame
This form has quaked my heart in that I feel as if it has been giving me a chase
I do not see the face of who I believed to be my mate
It is a face of someone new…THAT I HAVE SEEN BEFORE
Is my heart feeling the warmth of the flame or a mere fish looking at the bait?
Has the flame in the mirror given my life a new detour?
I know of the eyes that are looking at me…but from a close distance with calm.
She has seen the truth and sees herself as my rib.
Here eyes I have seen without the mask and are now to my lips a sweet balm!
The angels are speaking to our hearts and are saying that the one flesh will create ones with a bib.
The thread in the tapestry is coming to the pattern of the grand design of their lives
The flame in the mirror is on both sides of the view, they see each other in each others’ lives
Materializing
memory
photos on the wall
Immortalizing
tomorrow
vision to recall
Prescience
in the offing
feelings coming home
Sentience
remaking
— that forever known
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
The apparition was cautious
Materializing in a slow, steady way
I had never believed in ghosts
Spirit was something I pretended to believe in
At church
But I didn’t.
My schemata would not allow me to let this creature into my mind
She gave me a sad look and dematerialized
I possibly missed my last chance to speak to my mother
But she taught me not to believe
And she did a great job
they live in the toadstools of Venue Valley
materializing only when wanting to do mischief
or to frighten a superstitious human
I heard them giggling once,
but they did not appear to me
trolls are fearful of redheaded girls
We have a reputation of turning them into toads
or bats, cats, snakes or worse
it is our Celtic heritage on speed
come on out! I teased them
there was stony silence
I knew then how they feared me
it made me feel superior to trolls
shells wandered out onto the beach in strips and slashes
from the air it probably looked like a Shriner’s convention
God was materializing in the east in the form of an explosion
I ran to get my camera, not knowing what to photograph first
such an amazingly brilliant photographic opportunity!
As the day comes to a close
Dwindling shorter
Each and every single day
As the warmth leaves our mouths
Materializing into winter spirits
As fall leaves us
And winter is welcomed like an old friend
As the earth proceeds on its last and final round
Round the Sun
Our minds begin to wonder
What was this
What was this revolve
Did I evolve
Did I take the road less travelled by
more than
Staying in the zone of comfort
What is this chapter coming to?
A thrilling cliffhanger?
An end of an era?
Once the pages are flipped
There's no turning back
Eyes straight ahead
On the road
Hands on the wheel of fortune ladies and gentlemen
Luck is on our side
It's a fine brisk winter breeze
The snow sparkling under the winter blue moon
The reds and blues
Interlacing into a breathtaking violet moira
12/12/2020
Winter and Emile Pinet
Means you've taken time
to become fully aware
without staring
forming portraits
from mere glimpses
always thinking,
I shouldn't be drawing
these kinds of conclusions
but I love materializing
illusions
Going slow means you've
taken account that her skin
is as delicate as the tissue
she used to dry her eyes
the night before.
You careful uncrumble
her reasons
placing kisses
in all of her creases
Slow means you've calibrated
her flame to where her soul burns
blue, eternally for you.
Turn it down and her yearning goes insane
Turn it up and she'll swear she shouldn't
be a participant
Dial it in just right
and desire and restraint
crosses the finish line
at the same time.
Go slow. Don't rush.
Fingertip through her mind
so she erases all her old contacts.
And looks for phone booths,
transforming into
superwoman, just for you.
Uncover her strength.
Unleash her gift.
Let it be known that
you're her kryptonite,
she willingly consumes
Slowly, now my dear.
Your hero has appeared
We take birth in sweetest songs of nature
and our living becomes fresh in
natural dimensions
Every feather of nature for us, for
our life, for our easiness in our
trading, business
Every breath of nature for our healthy
life and we materialize it to live
more comfortably!
But fictitious, which we make, everything
gives us ephemeral happiness and
we forget our nature
We keep running after materializing
pleasure and we become worried,
tired and sick
Now the world and we, who were from
nature has become supernatural and
unnatural in life and death
Nothing more in our life the inborn
actions and reactions, we are running
after inhumane fractions
-October 10, 2018 Chattogram
I sit in the eye
adjacent to aqua and bolts
the heaven of thunder bellows
inhibiting all rainbows
from materializing
like it's 1929
but not anymore
my soul's voice combats against the gray
with all of its vermillion fire
the embers only vaster
emotions peak
causing a supernova
slaughtering the hurricane
now surroundings are green and cyan
a dreamland that appears phantasmic
the coast is finally clear
to create a new realm
They come slowly
Daring to make a sound
Not knowing what they'll find
They pay a special mind
Winding wisps of whispers
Dashing all around
Unsure of what they've found
Materializing white as snow
Luminous and subtle
With long dresses flowing
and halos lightly glowing
Sweet and soft serenity
I find myself praying please don't go
As they softly tip-toe
Looking up at the stars
Gently placed in the sky
A sailing ship guided by the moon
Silently hoping it doesn't fade too soon
Daring dauntlessly to dream
With darkness closing in
Calm nostalgia, and what could have been
Holding my gaze a distant stare
They found their way around my soul
Whispering temptation in my ear
Knowing time is drawing near
Like finding fragile flowers
Along a distant shoreline
They are truly mine
Flames engulfing all within their path
Ignorant of the damage they've created.
Renewing life, through destructive force
Emerging of the Ashes, life's new rebirth.
From Nature's fury, the force of fire's born.
Destruction's enforcer, survivors left to mourn.
Scorching all held within its warm embrace.
Cursed by many of victims, often left in disgrace.
So simply materializing, all needed is but a spark.
Its brilliant elegance, illuminating all that's dark.
Creeping in new directions, destination unknown.
Overtaking nearly all, only safe is that of stone
Its true intentions, often impossible to discern.
The only constant, another fire will soon burn.
Sparks of breathtaking pleasure moans
Paint the night with luminous stars
Embrace the unknown that invites and hold it tight
Captivation of a new language that gives it light
Twilight of romantic exquisite sweet poetry writes
Artist core of whirlpool flight on the surface insights
Cool glistening ocean blackness
Under a canopy of materializing stars, inky water hearing the waves
Lapping kissing your toes,
A faint wind brush against the surface of your soul
Run the fickle pen and just let it flow into a spectacular ride
1/19/2016
- Poetry Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
DUCK ON THE SMOLENKA
Middle of river just relaxing
Riding the waves
From the western breeze
And the waves large and small
Passed under him
Buoyant and sublimely afloat
Slipped by him leaving no wetness
Passed through him
Without affecting his swim at all
As if the water was not present
As if he was part of it
The water and bird simply resonated -
The sound from a violin
Emerging as the vibration of the strings
Manifesting itself in air filled with
Mechanical movement
Materializing as the unseen twin
Of the unheard stretched strings -
And he rode trough and crest
Without effort or purpose
Pure poetry of motion
In waves of delightful music
Seeds:
You, humble vessels of eternity
That
God’s will into the core of your
Very being carry,
Hibernated wisdom you are, awaiting the
Call of nature
For
To unfold the glorious slumbering powers in you,
Materializing thus
The anticipated heavenly plan of
Miraculous life!
Oh seeds,
Teach me your secret,
I supplicate you,
Tell me how your example could
I follow
So as
The divine will, in me, never
To betray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 OCTOBER 2014
Red blood drips- dripping, running down the cross.
Never did we count nor could we imagine the cost of disobeying God.
Drip, drip sour mixes with the red.
Wounds too wicked upon His bare skin.
Forgive me Lord for not living t he life you gave me with more commonsense.
Eve... drip, drip the blood of atonement covers a poorly lit moon or was it a planet?
There hangs our Savior, our King upon the cross.
Oh what a mess, look what we all did to Him.
His love, drip- drip His blood... His blood pours down upon us even now.
Materializing into one of us, conviction is a given but set deeper by the fact that God
has taken back what was meant to always be His.
By the right of creation our most Holy Father would not abandon us.
We are a gift from a most loving Father to His beloved Son.
This Son loved us so much that He gave up His very own life's blood... to hide how
truly ugly, defective we became.
Now the Creator once again recognizes us as His beloved children who retain not a
blemish before His eyes.
A true valentine's thought - may the true love of God for yourself and others shine and
live in your hearts!
poem by S.E. Clark
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