Short Befalling Poems

We have to stop complaining, my friend

For all hardships we meet up on our way


Perhaps


The calamities that are befalling upon us 

Are but the result, of our inner disarray! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  09 JANUARY 2015...

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pen to my paper
A slave for a master
The brown in pigmentation
Beautiful dialects
of a Zulu nation
rediscovered
in a queen's eyes.
Her gaze speaks 
like a summer sunrise
befalling the Serengeti
pen to my paper.
Word to my flow
A mixture of color
only poets know...

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You confused  the situation
by alarming the guests
saying close 
but no cigar
You always gave quaint encouragement
by virtue of your factuals
We sweetly sang out of tune
to deflect the despondency
On the chimes befalling
you set the table for many guests
but could ill afford the meal provided...

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The tree does not at the hewing suffer
Albeit the callous thwacks all edges raining down
Nor the tons of muscles befalling on its cadaver
But savvy ing a bisection of the axe stems from her own

She protractedly taught him to target archery
How his bow bends unerringly
When he at last imbibed the art secrecy 
Betrayingly shot her uncompassionately....

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Jaded unbecometh truth
forlorn thee heart being torn
madness of the reapers might
sadness be the weepers night

Darkened wings of night befalling
upon tear stained pillows comfort
dread is read as blood flow bled
as life becometh hard misread

Journey's other trail of tears
releasing all that one once fear
love is dear,as also near
cleaning what was once a smear.........

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it's almost october
misty mornings
foggy nights
crazy hair
i don't care
time of year

i yearn 
for the echo
of drums
as they whisper
in summer rains
through mountain's tops
more so than 
sunset hues in trees
peering in and out
of the thickness
of smoky air
rising from the valley

there is no music
in autumn's air
just a moan
of cold breath
lingering
beauty
befalling
to death...

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Rigid is our stance befalling
frigid to our chances calling
tipping are we left to mullen
stripped from chest in languish sullen

Poverty in dignity
diligent identity
holding true what most refuse
systematic nature cue

Fear not for those desire rest
fortitude their final test
heart beats loud as sacred drum
pathway to open too become

Seed of life within' the husk
vain awareness outer dusk
persevere perverted guidance
avoiding troubled world of blindness..........

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