Bare bear Bayer
A naked big pharma omnivore
Covered in hair
Soul sole Seoul
The bottom of a Korean spirit’s foot
Out for a stroll
Right write rite
A well-prepared nuptial sermon
Gripping but light
Si see sea
Affirmatively spying the ocean waves
Pleasant and free
Lye lie lai
A burning falsehood sung in style
I must ask why
Seen seine scene
The visualized setting of a fisherman’s netting
Trawler’s routine
Pare pair pear
Trimming a duo of summer fruit
Sweet treat to share
The feel of a blanket sends chills,
Thru my body as if,
I am walking over their grave.
I heard the sound,
From the background.
It grabbed my soul and,
It stopped me cold.
In that split second,
It sends fear throughout your body.
That sound, I remember it,
It brings nothing but evil and death.
I saw them before she did,
Bodies, Blood, gunfire.
The lady in the blanket shop in Korea,
She saw my face and,
Within a flash, we were in a secret safe room.
She saved our lives that day.
My hero was a lady in the blanket shop,
In Seoul, Korea.
On that day 20,000 students,
Revolted and killed hundreds.
Your eyes tell me a story,
A story With you,
With you a story so pure,
Name a wish by wishing on a star,
A wish,like a first love story,
A love story so far away like Seoul,
Seoul,the place we met,two lonely hearts,
Closer with each other,we took an interlude-dive,
A promise,a forever epiphany of togetherness,
A dream,a land covered in snow flowers,
Hug me to forget,Hug me to remember,
Let's be each other's piece of peace,
Let's be drunk in each other's love,
We took this journey,a reflection of our promise,
Set me free,Set you free,
Like dreamers flying to a blue side,
Interlocked hearts,stay,
A forever rain,stay alive,
Tonight under elixir stars,we run,
We run like friends,free spirits,free youth,
We are each other's home when we feel lost,
Young hearts,Young forever,
When the leaves die,we will bloom again, another spring day awaits,
I wish you a sweet night,
My Angel,
Calm your hectic mind,
Life goes on,
We are our safety zone,
We are lights awake,
Good night,
For a brand new day is mine and yours.
has blinded many a soul ~ none more than rocket man north of seoul
Stardust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Howmanysyllables (17)
04/14/23
Tragic Halloween
Through the streets of festive Seoul--
Ghosts replaced the youth!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 October 2022
* In Seoul, South Korea, thousands of young people
filled the streets to celebrate Hallowing, today. Unfortunately,
more than 150 young people died, more than 120 are injured, and
some 270 are missing because of a crowd crush. R.I.P.!
My condolences to the families of the victims.
petals
settles
fragrant
radiant
birds fly
up high
we stroll
to Seoul
I bloom
with whom?
want clue?
it's you.
2 April 2022
Notes: The picture of cherry blossoms was taken yesterday as we stroll to watch the blossoming flowers.
A Brian Strand Standard Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
That flowers fall
Like autumn comes and leaves begin to blush
Like rains confess the wild’s restraining souls
Screams the rowdy youth of such fragile rush
Roars our untamed minds from London to Seoul
Speak love, speak hate and He may laugh at thee
At crazed and blinded fixations like fame
But though He sings slow ballads to the sea
So does He mourn unruly souls like Cain
And look, oh look, that flowers fall as well
and blushing leaves shower idlers in fall
Like wind lies, like rain dies, like waves shall swell
Like flowers fall, like me, all things befall
Does Nature not die certain as shall I?
As Nature is beauty, I am alive.
I listened to Choi’s story and I wondered
What kind of people allow a five-year-old
to live on the street by himself, sleeping in bathrooms?
Were these people too preoccupied to care?
His humble unassuming, shy ways
Were in contrast to every neglected five-year-old I have met.
They are usually all folded up with cross arms
Glaring, refusing to do anything an adult asks.
Seoul born Choi looked surprised at the audience’s reaction.
I do not believe he has encountered much approval or admiration
In his life, which started out early on in an orphanage
Where people beat him.
When he opened up and sang, I felt I was listening to an angel.
Possibly this is why he was allowed to live on the street at five.
Perhaps people sensed he was other-worldly, untouchable.
His singing is too.
Empath
A rookie poet,quote lover,business oriented,college student
Who loves her pet dogs,fond of Korean pop music and addicted to reading manga
Concomitant of someone’s joy is your joy,Art is a dormant talent in all,Love is life
I feel safe in my own space,content with my loving family,thankful to my creator
Terrified of snakes,the unknown and being forgotten by those I cherish
I desire to make my parents proud & happy,explore the world,eat kimchi in Seoul
Resident of a village cushioned between diamond mines,my country’s finest!
Pluviophile
Four Seasons of Watermill
Watermill, Watermill, Watermill
At the entrance of Seoul National University
A watermill that goes back to alone
In the spirit of spring earth
Forcefully turn the watermill
In the summer heat and rainy season
Don't get tired and turn around
When the autumn wind blows
In the falling leaves
Get your feet back on the watermill
When the cold winter approaches
Your whole body is surrounded by icicles
When looking at the resting watermill
Turn the watermill vigorously even in your heart
Waiting for a new spring
To come and to turn the watermill again
The last bout of the night
two warriors would fight
with legends
now at hand
Feet and fists wrapped
their spirits attacked
and of their bodies
they would demand
Each kick got higher
as two hearts aspired
to what lay just beyond
their grasp
And as the referee sounded
over hearts that still pounded
only the best of each other
—had they asked
(Seoul Korea: August, 1976)
In the midst of the storm, you stay in control
In turbulent times, you fill my soul
You're the beaming lighthouse guide
Even if life tried
To strap down
Ride
Seem to drown
Evil keeps in stride
Then realize , you will abide
This soul looks to You, saved from Seoul
In The midst of the storm, you stay in control
SON OF SEOUL
Child presses sweet head to her,
While mother holds fast to him
Man busses forehead, soft lips tight
‘Gainst acorn-colored skin.
From ashes G.I. soldiers rose
To souls of Seoul set free.
Much taller than the rest, one stood
‘Bove war-torched Calvary.
And drifting now to streets of home
And bird-song tones of voice,
Her heart aches for freedom sounds.
Her sentence, Life, was choice.
Hiding loneliness in a treasure chest
Her soldier man won't find,
She forever bleeds for Seoul's sweet spice
to free her captured mind.
This child on her lap had been
Her altar-offering hope
That life could rupture forth again
Through scourge of blood and smoke.
But images of her home dissolve
As Soldier-shell draws in
And presses tight dead lips against
Her acorn-colored skin.
There once was a strange elf raised in North Pole
Who loved Christmas thrice more than his fishbowl
Far way too tall to excuse
Santa had to break the news
Time for Elf to surprise Dad in Seoul
AP: 1st place 2020 , Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 1, 2018 for contest FAVORITE COMEDY MOVIE LIMERICK sponsored by ALEXIS Y. - RANKED 1ST
How do I feel. ¿?
So much noise from outside
Blocking every sign of Eternal on every side
My head full ,my mind drowning right in these :
so much noise, my eyes cringes, my ears buzzing
My spirit barely surviving in my soul
Should I leave here and go to Asia ,somewhere in Seoul
No! I should move far away to live a moment in city of Vatican
'451 as population? Yeah that sounds like the plan
He said this, he did that. He mocked me
She sly me. Terrorism. Mass shooting. Nations Treasury looting
Noises that kill the spirit
What's the essence of existence ?
Vibes of positivity so make sense
Having springs and sweet cool breeze as my fence
Close to the clouds. Dew immense
My spirit extends his hands into the heaven
My mind dwells in forever
My head at Bliss
A trip outta the world so it seems ......
A small house on a hill
With plenty of tea and no flea
Sounds like a peak for my mind to prey on thoughts
With no noise or Boom of a loud mouth ... !
Perhaps sounds self-centred but I would rather be that
Than centre my mind around all these noises
Agoraphobia as it all seems ......
15/08/2017
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