Oh, heralds of euphoria,
Your anxious trumpets do not keep silent,
But
Let them play with all their dexterity, the
Long-awaited melody of spring
For
The gates of beauty, finally, have
Opened today,
Inviting us to enter the citadel
Of nature's renewal,
And
On the throne of cheerfulness, all of us, humans
To place!
Come,
Oh, you precursors of jubilation,
Come, to announce the festive news for all
To hear:
Joy is back,
Gloom is gone,
Felicity has arrived,
Bliss is enthroned,
Spring has come to life!
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Demetrios Trifiatis
22 February 2026
Languishing in liminal limbo
Feathers fray before striking harmony
Tidal waves in my brain have ebbed and
Flowed, expanded and contracted guiding
Wings of my astral soul across desolation;
Precursors upon mantles with no equal
Sentinels of sanguine, like the Kings Guard
Watching over my journey, Angels cradling
My thoughts and deeds push
Sometimes pull
The look on her face
Liquid
The Cardinals
Daybreak song!
With Biden and Xi hand in hand
Fentanyl precursors are banned
What’s the surprise
As costs of a high rise?
The incentive for crime will expand!
Author’s note: I expect many more of us will be burglarized, robbed, and assaulted. What’s the harm in focusing on treating addiction?
Hot
humid
summer days
annoying gulls
and crowded beaches
are precursors
to August's
dog day
heat.
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
Our flowering lives
donation of precursors
immortal offer
"Folly"
chasing tales
swallowing
precursors
wings oscillating
slow nectar taken in
honey thick
all the stories
bird feed
fed in silence
the body of worth
grows older
a terrible trick
inside
the feeling
"I"
wings spread
minds clipped
waiting in the eternal now
all the time in the world
sees an ocean
where the trickle of seas
collectively
merge
in all the eyes
where
hand on shoulder
we follow openings
welcoming
the welcome
folly
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Alan Watts - Clear Your Mind
https://youtu.be/fv6md_09xcQ
HAZELS in WINTER
While Winter yet prevails scarce changing state
With sun a slanted elevation gleam
Across the land the trees in patience wait
Their preparation moves in ways unseen
Yet Hazel with a prescience made fair
Decks boughs with pendant baubles: pale green bling
Like jewels of nature dangling in cool air
Precursors to full verdancy of Spring
Thus each and every species in its way
Enhances with diversity our world
Should wishes for equality hold sway
Conformance would repress, with freedom furled
While more of same will jade the richest yearning
Disparity will keep desire still burning
Oh, heralds of euphoria,
Your anxious trumpets do not keep
Silent anymore
Let them sound with all their force
The long-awaited melody of love
For
The gates of her heart, she finally, has
Opened today,
Inviting me to enter the citadel
Of her being
And
On the throne of happiness myself
To place!
Come,
Oh, you precursors of jubilation,
Come, to announce the festive news for all
To hear:
Joy is back
Gloom is gone
Felicity has arrived
Bliss is enthroned!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 February 2021
The heart seeks that which it cannot have;
For that of perfect beauty.
The corruption of life they desperately shave,
Yet fail to see the grace in duty.
Duty, such as the autumn tree,
Seen as pride before the fall,
Magnificent waves lapping o'er the sea
As precursors to a great blue wall.
Yet those who find that which they seek,
Searching far and wide,
Seeing life at its true peek
In the Lord whey now abide.
Though the world will try to lure you in,
True beauty lies in God akin.
These things, these demons, cannot be predicted
for it is not the province of the vain
to view forthcoming perils as their own
race past life’s looming cautions with disdain
Destined by their folly to abstain
ignore precursors of life’s coming woes
for youth, t’is said, “is wasted on the young”
age, alas, left struggling in its throes.
Surrounded by the gators of their swamp
beseeching of dead gods that it be drained
remain addicted to the demons slain
youth seeking death before old ages reign.
Destined, as it were, by dint of choice
destined to succumb to demons voice.
©9/19/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
Sacred Scriptures and the seers of the yore
Inspired or in the throes of divine revelations
Garnering premonitory precursors of the coming times
Nation rising against nation, brother against brother,
Of the worldwide pestilences, famines and earthquakes,
Four angels standing at the four corners of
The earth holding back the four winds,
Hail and fire, mixed with blood come pouring down
Enhancing the wickedness and the love of most will grow cold.
Time is at hand when people will not heed sound teachings,
It will be time to destroy those who destroy the earth;
Many false prophets shall rise and lead many astray
Except the one who stands firm to the end will be saved,
Says the Lord, “I am the way and the truth and the life".
~04/23/18
~Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
Men prepare for the road ahead
And I implore you be not late,
You need carry no belongings
Save the vagaries of your fate.
Know when you take this journey long
You would traverse beyond the blue,
Walk the path your precursors took
Though they had not the faintest clue.
***********
A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love?
Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived
Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be
Convoluted tattoos pierced my being.
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned
Wading no more-
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-
Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb
Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated
the quintessential beautiful day
but there is shadow etched in the patches of light
there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air
the heart sketches its dreamscape
but distant thundercloud ripe with storm encroaches
but it is the image that intrudes
a vision from the inner mind
that sends precursors of darkness into my perfect day
an unsettled mind always creates dark creatures
to hunt down and haunt my best moments
why cant i leave myself alone
why must i hound my own footsteps with these dark tidings
the vision that creeps into my heart
is of the girl i left in the mountains
and what joy she would find here in paradise
if i had only
if i could only
would have...should have...didn't
why must i hound myself with all the possible things
she wouldn't even lower herself to talk to me
and i just beat myself up with desires to rescue her
she should be a forgotten bad dream
she should be forgotten....
the quintessential beautiful day
but all i can see is the tombstones of sorrow
and the paths not taken
it will change
it will change
with time
i will leave this dark girl behind
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