Short Archetypes Poems
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Moonlight conjures images;
Archetypes parade across,
The minds movie screen, to guide
Dreamers to secrets.
Old Glory
Updated Story
Banner Still Waves Free
Stars 'n Stripes
Archetypes ~
Eisenhower, Reagan, Niki Haley
Life: Eternal archetypes of the spirit embodied in matter for to demonstrate God's existence!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
08 October 2016
FIGURATIVE FIGURES-:-
striving
tracking
desired
literary
archetypes
in TUNE WITH
dreamed
longings
desires
delving
questions
of ALL HUMAN
naivety
graceful
exquisite
individually
known
EXOTIC FIGURES-:-
original
archetypes
inspire
expressive
discoveries
striving to PROCLAIM
sheer
simple
startling
lyrical
feelings
through UNFAMILIAR FORM
unprepossing
precarious
insignificance
emphasising
individuality
What if when we die we all go back into our shared unconscious?
Becoming the subconscious of all those left behind
Making up the substance of all the archetypes and creations within our minds
Intuition being memories drawn from an infinite well
Knowing beyond knowing because we all share life
(Now turn out the light)
Time for a tale,
Rules now broken;
Urge lifts the veil,
End with token.
Aim seeks knowing,
Rise to the quest;
Cast true seeking,
Heed what works best;
Embrace brave tact,
Trend a new swirl;
You seek a pact,
Plot to save world;
Echoes now fall,
Sense journey's call
Leon Enriquez
21 October 2014
Singapore
Okay, boomers, doing great,
We know it's never too late,
Rules can be bent, you see,
Rules shape society,
Archetypes we designed,
Thought control, never mind,
Divine love transcends all rules,
Despite what's taught in schools,
Fragments, these rules of men,
Specks in the universal zen,
Our souls light up to pray,
Okay, boomers, doing okay!
Form,
Idealized form,
whichever kind you are,
building, person, painting, landscape, poem;
touches archetypes in me
Archetypes,
thank God, are funny things.
They are not usual life.
Not mundane.
They bring--
life out of me;
joy out of me;
pleasure out to me.
I can’t help but smile
and my belly warms up inside
and I live next to pleasure for a moment
or a while.
2013
Essential Impermanence
Long in the tooth of time darkness chews with polar dual opposites and
archetypes gnaw scrunch bite nibble at the essence of soft shadows’ radiance
When evening falls upon the terminal journey shades the passing glimpses
of reflection as ups and downs reverberate absorb retain mellow condense
Harsh flickering decay is balanced with candle light and vigil has the final chomp
12th May 2018
Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough
We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this
As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present
We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation
Standing ‘neath the spotlights
Burning white and blue
Calling on the muses
For something real and true
The theater is a sanctuary
A hallowed, fertile ground
Where humans mix with mystics
And the ancient wise abound
The poet, and the prophet
The shaman, and the priest
Displaying all the archetypes
From the greatest to the least
We’ll never tire of stories
For that is what we are
The theater is a universe
And we its blemished stars
We are born and born
and born again…
there is no death outside
the human fiction;
We write our destiny…
in letters of flesh and
blood--nourished by
the Spirit Immortal,
Our prayers are incantations
reaching into the infinite
to excite and extract
the archetypes of all
that is, and all that can
become—drawing from the
living realm of breathing
possibilities--
We are more than we
can imagine—and never less
than the image our God
and creator….
Ephemera hung from the philosopher’s stoned mind
A plethora of rubies dangled at the heart of suspense
Diaphanous souls mingled at crossroads of thought
Seeping miasma and fragrance cutting diamond’s edge
Archetypes flowing at the rubicon of incisive return
16th February 2020
I chose the words in bold for no reason other than they came to my mind. Let me
call it stream of consciousness, or poetry in motion ...
Hunger not satisfied, materialism fried
unending search in depths, philosophies sketched
Psyche gardened terrain, sovereignty a sweet cane
ancient cultures in cells, memory can be hell
indigenous wisdoms, all achetypes are prisms
suffering is fresh springs, inner calm it duly brings
knowing that all storms pass, grounding ascension class
when planet leaps the cusp, old souls jump in trust thrust
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