Dear sir dear ma’am
Your poem was really like spam
From a heart drowning or dammed
It left me concerned about you I am
Reading your lines of darkness
Make me wanna give you a kiss
And release you from the abyss
Save you from fire and mindlessness
Forgive me for overstepping
For always trying, for helping
Maybe even thinking or selfing
When you may enjoy yelling
In your poems so dark and deep
Maybe it is your favorite release
Maybe your personal ptsd
Is conquered by a pen and reading
l want to ask you questions
Though perhaps that is rude
I just want to know more about you
Yet do not want to intrude
From your poetry words
I often envision who you may be
Gender, age and so forth
So you are no longer a mystery to me
Though fear of overstepping the line
I will never enquire
You will always remain a mystery
Whilst your poetry l read and admire
Give me a reason
By Michelle Morris
05/03/2023
Give me a reason to believe you
That this is the honest truth
No lies disguised with a smile
Not a character storyline you use
Give me a reason to trust you
That this time will be different
No overstepping boundaries
Taking advantage of my kindness
Give me a reason to have hope
That we can make it work
That you aren't playing a game
Where the chessboard is in your head
Give me a reason to have love
To keep holding it close to my heart
Instead of letting it fly free forever
Into the Universe filled with stars
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Can I advise you something
One's right can never be
Simply questioned
No advice is welcome
People don't like advice
A matter of humiliating
A matter of meddling
A matter of overruling
A matter of overstepping
Any advice must be surfaced
In proper procedures
It must be said in a nice way
With politeness
With good words
With limits
No abuse of course
But everyone must behave
Well and wisely
So that no advice is ever needed
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
The python comes with cameras
Offers to take photos of lion’s family cabs
He admits and congratulates the python
Then when he opens his eyes to see things
He sees whole family in the python stomach
The foolish lion keeps singing
The flood comes with canoes
Asks to carry lions’ subjects to safe land
He welcomes the mercy of the floods
Then pocks his ears expecting good news
He hears mourning-cry of drowning subjects
This foolish lion keeps singing
The future comes with biscuits in bags
Tells lion to exchange them for idle bushes
He hugs the future praising it for its charity
Then he waits for future to go, get and go
He sees the future overstepping the deal norms
But the foolish lion keeps on singing
Then death comes dressed in golden linen
Invites lion to enroll his family as choir of angels
He welcomes holy gestures of smart guest
Then he sits waiting for angel-choir to appear
A shock! Disarmament, paws, jaws plucked
Foolish lion weeps bitterly to the zoo
Blasphemous mankind
Overstepping nature's laws.
Zeus's thunderbolts strike!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 February 2019
5-7-5
Friends take advantage of me;
they don't plan to, but they do.
After I have been their friend for a while,
betrayal often comes with a snide smile
that places the blame squarely upon me.
Defending themselves with lies,
they cut the bonds of friendship.
The ones I loved the most hurt me the most,
shielded by trust; they took me by surprise;
for I had craved their names into my heart.
In my youth, friends were plenty,
but time slowly thinned them out.
It hurts inside when I lose an old friend,
especially when they've stolen from me,
in light of everything I've done for them.
Kindness gets repaid with scorn,
even though I've done no wrong.
They accept no blame for treating me thus
and overstepping the bounds of friendship,
they tend to sneak off without looking back.
I count my friends on one hand,
and that makes my heart so sad.
Overstepping the limits of universal laws we enter the minefield of nature's wrath!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 July 2017
Place and Time, Time in Place
I hear the mourning dove, her lonesome call
cooing softly, somewhere in the shade.
The sum holds steady
strong and blinding, high straight up in the midday haze.
The days of summer
creep to an end, as August sheds its heat.
In short and distant days ahead
autumn reaches in, with change and dying, withered leaves.
Each season takes its place and time
not overstepping, awaiting its turn.
Soon enough
too soon, perhaps, the seasons pass.
Time stands still
for no one, nothing, allowing only seasons change.
Moving forward, ever forward
years, decades, centuries, bringing all things, all futures, all pasts
to stake their place and time
while history alone, holds time in place.
It’s tricky when you give advice
Without somebody asking,
For even if your words are heard,
The truth takes some unmasking.
It’s easy overstepping bounds
To offer an opinion
But often, you just trespass
On what isn’t your dominion.
It’s hard to know what someone thinks
For feelings might stay hidden
And honesty, though touted,
In the real world seems forbidden.
So you should tread most carefully
When offering advice,
‘Cause tipping apple carts sure isn’t
Worth the sacrifice.
When I close my eyes and drift away...
Resting my head on a cloud to pray...
I'm seeing purple butterflies across my sky...
With wings of an Angel that will keep them high...
It's your smile that brings these days...
Overstepping disbelief in the shadows of yesterday...
The sound of your voice to the wave of your hair...
As those purple butterflies dance around a circle in
a square...
My eyes fight to stay closed but the daylight steals
my dream...
Waiting for the sun to set so I can flutter down those
purple streams...
Rare are those among us
who gain wisdom without errors,
without overstepping a line
we are not allowed to go beyond,
without daring to be different
from what we are expected to be.
Yet they're the ones who do the
perilous trailblazing for most of us,
who map out the constraints we can
outgrow and must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding out what's
beyond, must draw the first blood!
Rare are those among us
who gain wisdom
without errors,
without overstepping a line
we are not allowed
to go beyond,
without daring to be different
from what we are
supposed be.
Yet, they're the ones who do
the perilous trailblazing
for all of us,
who map out the constraints
that we can outgrow and
must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding out
what's beyond, must draw
the first blood!
Rare are those among us who can learn
without committing errors,
without daring to become a bit more
than we are allowed to be,
without overstepping a line we are prohibited
from going beyond.
But they're the ones who do the perilous
trailblazing for most of us,
who map out the obstacles we can outgrow
and must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding what's beyond,
must draw the first blood!
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