Seems
to be happening
without making sense
and time might clarify
but time is missing~
A no-path to
what is sought by
a r(z)oomful
of seekers~~
I appreciate and enjoy varied personalities
Though the ones l truly embrace
The unassuming, humble, gentle souls
With a wicked sense of humour set in place
The wind in our hair
Some excitement was what we were craving
Got more than we bargained
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
as truth seekers are in the boats, true masters wait at lake boundaries.
October 06/2023
Ambitious treasure seekers on a pirate ship
They bob up and down as the waves give a dip.
We see them coming, and we give a loud shout.
Giving them a hooray and hoorah from our homes no doubt.
We know they have money in the forms of silver and gold.
They came to the coast to gamble – both young and old.
We open our blackjack stations and light our casino sign.
If there is any real big spender, I hope she comes to mine.
They who always seek flaws on other people's skin have no peace of mind
June 1, 2023
Yet each tuning fork
Will only reverberate
To like toned individuals
Round faces
Rejoice
In their own presence
Alone
Succumb to the duality
Embrace nothingness
As waves break
Oceans
Become grains of sand
John G. Lawless
12/29/2022
a common denominator
eager, calm, procrastinator
all those hoping to be greater
take on the ego deflater
self aware, in tune and clear-eyed
the completely bonafide
abruptly lost, quiet,tongue tied
embarrassed, trying hard to hide
silent, conflicted, filled with doubt
almost escaped but can’t get out
upset, angry, ready to shout
cannot help but let feelings out
poets and suitors, who speak thereof
hell below to heaven above
shallow, first, true or just sort of
every one a seeker of love
Interminable is the path of learning for those who seek wisdom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 June 2020
Everybody knows,
How to write a haiku, right?
Oft this is wondered.
But words flee from sight,
The heart hides from herself, and
The mind is alone
The evening star falls
And darkens the mortal plane
With sorrowful sighs
But the young seekers
Are never truly lonesome
While chasing the sun
They climb mountaintops,
Though cloistered in cold rooms, and
Trapped under bed sheets
They dive through oceans,
And pierce the most distant stars
On the winds of dreams
Though their minds idle,
And while their hearts still waver,
Their souls stand as one
Two fat guys on a subway train,
Taking lots of space,
Had room enough between them
For a thin one to embrace.
A standing pole prevented
Easy access to the seat
So most of us considered
It not worth it to compete.
But twice, new passengers approached
And asked one guy to move,
A question totally ignored
For he was in his groove.
With phone in hand and head kept down
He blew off the request
And acted like he wasn’t
The malingerer addressed.
The first seat-seeker merely shrugged;
Resigned himself to stand.
The second asked again and then
Took matters into hand.
He squeezed into the little gap
And made himself at home,
Inspiring admiration and
The spur to write this poem.
Captivated by the flesh
never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Looking for trust; we are sidetracked by lust.
First, look into the whites of their eyes,
watch their smile, measure their laughter.
For then you shall find what you truly seek.
Smell, the freshness of innocent breath.
And know assuredly
That hate, and selfishness has not
calcified their hearts.
Recognize lust as ignorance,
that ignores spiritual wisdom
and taints the mind with deceit.
As we seek the soul, we are sometimes
captivated by the flesh.
Never reaching the buried spirit
captured deep within.
Be guided not by the glitter,
but let the love of righteousness be your bow…
Aim your arrow STRAIGHT toward the soft marrow of the soul.
If to know true love is your aim, and spiritual peace be your goal.
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
Heat laden dust
fluff scorch searing
desert plains---
earth seems aflame;
gust twirl
it's stinging grains,
rays of sun bake
minds of us who dare &
foray hamlets that
know not rain, too
tame austere in name
Forward, towards the morn’
Towards the light that breaks through dawn
Spawning a new day
A new way
Or a new escape.
Fate unfolds only for the bold
Those who seek the light
Those who shun the old and stagnant way
Yes, a new day brings refreshing winds of change
The icy breath of renewed life
At the very least,
The promise of the expulsion of strife
Now, the blight of the light
Is that the night houses dark
Which cripples adventurers before they embark
As the most righteous of heroes
Needs a villain for valliance
The light needs the dark for balance.
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