favorite
preferred, esteemed
prizing, revering, adoring
blanket, color, wasp, pain
hating, dooming, damning
scorned, despised
nuisance
P is for pacifists who live in every corner of the world we see
E is for each one of us bringing a bit of hope to little ones wee
A is for acknowledging their knowing who they need to be
C is for creating a better day, revering forest, meadow and sea
E is for enthusiastically advocating peace, which must start with thee
A World Apart
Is this what we have become
a world apart
Why is there this hallowed blackness
emanating from the shrinking sun
leaving all blinking
as we wallow in the shadows
Why is your smile
smeared with a smirk
making all to shriek
marvelling at the marauders
Why the reeling smoke
With its’ mocking reality
taunting the future with friction
revering the reverend reveler
as the world reveals its’ second face
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.
When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.
Glad to be here next to morning
where the sun shines like a sign
Augur moments made for singing
old refrains of songs of time
Belting out she aims to rhyme
It's an honor to be part of
earth's remembrances and joy
Harbingers of love thereof
she His messenger His envoy
Singing out like Helen of Troy
Beneath a sky of ancient blue
one daughter filled with awe
Revering flowers filled with dew
and blessed crows that caw
Voicing out with gusto, chaw
My muse
Am I just another experience to you?
My beloved beauty, of divine grace
My soul, my heart, my mind, everything
All yours
You were everything to me
My waking breath, my longing gaze, my revering sighs
All worshipping sonnets I create describing the beams of sunlit hope you bring to my dreary sombre castle
Cowering away from those dreadful beings that pry me open with their interfering stares
As your sunlight sets, I try to grasp at your dying rays
To keep them in my jars forevermore
To hear your voice as sweet as honey lull me to a peaceful dream
Your gentle skin, that blemished me, graze me softly
Something I long for, crave for, just out of my clasp
My maniacal fascination with you only healed by the scrolls of ballads I write
Through twilight to dawn I sit by the window, awaiting your return
Writing as if it’ll bring you back
Knowing it will not
I am nothing but a wistful fool who has fallen for an unreachable lily among the thorns
Subtly significant for the cause,
Ripped apart by men,
Revering the reign of the lord,
Fools caught up in the act,
Making change prosper,
Or an effort toward it the least.
What failed was agony,
Disbelief of fauna and flora,
Once brimmed with confidence,
Flooding of the bloodsucking leech,
Man yelled at the being.
Tree hanging by the ridge,
Suffocated by newly fought freedom,
Of façade of expression and growth,
Ambition not mindful of the process,
Species that curated the being,
Progressed sipping some tea.
Fight in the open on land,
Now had turned it barren and sore,
Existence had to be revered,
It was in the past,
Not now with opening of new doors.
For salvation we may pray to him,
Or maybe give life to new,
Where little is done for being,
Even human won’t survive calamity,
Surrender to seizure of nature,
Living with a lie,
Brain put to a good use,
Man claimed!
Who are these peers to whom
I'm supposed to belong to?
Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin.
I fear they're lackey leerers,
peering and sneering,
in unsavory ways.
Smearing my reputation
by claiming I'm in their
in-crowd, all endearing
and revering when I'm not.
I'm a mutineer from
the peer besmear,
So let's be clear about that!
Hurdled is life’s highway to every milestone:
Detours, traffic woes~ impediments to goal,
Perturbing in hindrances that endlessly groan
Searching exit ramp to soothe anguished soul.
Though memories of yore, of pain bemoan,
Benevolence of today vows to mold morrow,
Prodding fate of future~ opaque, unknown,
Defying grievous intents in ill-will of sorrow.
Wished for earnestly, life is a cherished dream,
An exuberance of spring, of burbling stream,
A meaningful exploration of endearing theme;
Mystical, phenomenal, halo of mirthful gleam.
Life is a fleeting dot on scale of eternal time,
A journey of courage, yet harbinger of fears;
Gracefully revering the echoes of lifetime,
Whether reveling in joy or lamenting in tears.
Rejoice in life’s sunset, rejoice in life’s sunrise,
Greet charming smiles, yet ignore not its sighs,
Celebrate spring’s birth, mourn autumn’s demise,
Cheer life’s welcome, dwell not in goodbyes.
January 26, 2023
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
A beloved couple
devoted earnestly
for generations.
How?
I just knowingly
love more now?
Or perhaps,
quietly revering
someone truly,
uniquely, vested
with xenial youthful zaniness.
Anniversary Poetry Contest Placed First
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Date wrote: 15th September 2022
Wonders whisper hope
Into lives who know
Love so alive, it is like a sigh
Breathless and wise,
Laughing into azure skies
Miracles of life
Grace and mercy, serenity
Promising to smile
Joy through the heart
Erasing all the hurt
Marvels paint lives
In promises, confidences
Rays of light pouring
Praise through the oaks
Lifting the heart
Sensations so kind
They amaze the mind
With brilliant lights designed
To rejoice as praise rises
Adoring, revering
Worship is alive
On the spirit who cries
Praying, praying, praising
Erasing every doubt
Always pouring out reverence
God is my whole life…. Love alive!
We are nothing but the guests to whom God has extended His hospitality
For that, we ought to be guarding and revering nature's universality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2021
silicon valley
computertopia
microchips singing
revering youth
experience helpful
old need not apply
summer slips its heated veil in September
a noiseless stride smoothing out
the numbing pace of leisure
we pull back to the looming pitch of harvest
revering all its bounty
twilight summer
as students on campus embrace renewal
breezily swept up in a spirit of new ideas
that burn through old ones
filters of wanderlust, discovery, concentration
that frame a path for growth
reclaiming the active tone of younger voices
inevitable meandering to fall
wanning hours of summer sun
that bring light's gaze upon you
a folding inward
in shadowy cooler nights
that knit round you
like a healing sweater
to forget the green that's lost beyond our borders
in the churn and flash of breaking autumn colors
Composed: September 17/21
I'm trying to save the world today.
The glory moment.
Finish the novel.
Feed the children.
Fill their souls.
Redeem the soul of the world.
Hand back their dignity.
Sign off on full disclosure.
Biking right through the bourgeoisie.
Let them see.
I am the light.
Shining from sea to sea.
Do you hear me?
Paul Revering?
So send me home
Or let me roam.
Any way is the way,
Since I'm trying to save the world today.
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