Short Broader Poems
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PASTELISTA degas chardin
manner &
movement
investigating light
broader
freer
soft fragility
layered
superimposed
turpentine
sealed
The adult equivalent of children losing their innocence
is when adults come to find a much greater, broader open mind
because they've lost their ignorance.
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Have you noticed lately, the shorter the shorts
The broader men's smiles and the louder their snorts
Disgusting say what?
Quite hot to trot
Uncontrollable lower regions utter grunts of all sorts
As the clock of war is loudly ticking
Broader the smiles of death become
For the passing away of souls is thinking
Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 October 2022
Have you noticed lately, the shorter the shorts
The broader men's smiles and the louder their snorts
Disgusting say what?
But quite hot to trot
Controlled by their lower regions with grunts of all sorts
Gift-giving at Christmas began in the 1820s
Originally, it was candles, wines, fruit, and jellies
Continuing on till today
To a much broader array
Some outlandish, some simpler carrying on for centuries
Taradiddle
Means someone or something that's filled
with pretentious nonsense, quite skilled.
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Faradiddle
It's a broader sense of nonsense
or rubbish a falsehood comment.
As sun’s rays start to dissipate
the evening stars can hardly wait.
Bit by bit, their sparks of hope
rouse the night to broader scope.
Rubbing sleep from opened eyes
they cast stardust from the skies
as sun’s rays start to dissipate.
The evening stars can hardly wait.
AS THE CLOCK OF WAR IS TICKING
(Let us do whatever we can to stop it!)
As the clock of war is ticking
Broader the smiles of death become
Cause the untimely passing away of souls is thinking
Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 SEPTEMBER 2013
Strange how
the artist and nature
are at odds--
I would portrait
every moment,
while her broader brush
is one of constant change;
I pause,
listening to wind's
rolling crackle,
the pummeled leaves,
thrashing branches
on weathered eaves--
snapshots of
my defiance....
More than a handshake
a passionate kiss and
embrace,
we are connected in ways
even broader unseen –
connected in our labors
and dreams…
in our joys and griefs
in our compassion
and blistering briefs~ how we petition
our god
our forgiveness
and our sentences
we share our prisons
both the Jailer and thief
You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of advice, if I may,
please, don't stay too long,
be sure to always come back soon!
One learns next to nothing
about mankind
by looking at the earth
while standing on the moon.
NOTE: Another oldie.
Within mundane days
Countless options haunted once
Until best opted
Nothing rise nor fall
Only learning lessons gained
Real experience
Time and space don't bind
Anything comes in mind's eye
Heights and slopes achieved
Sparks of lights mingled
Consciousness creates matter
Reality without
Broader perception
Discerned beyond paradox
Life is a pattern.
Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek
Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch
Jim's strange Doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven
5/24/20
The devil loves a do-gooder,
One who expects everyone to come to order,
Because their vision is much broader.
The devil loves those with good intention,
As they are likely to have a poor sense of direction,
Which could lead to an insurrection.
The devil loves those who rely on a faulty compass,
Who hang around campus,
To make sure everyone catches the same bus.
…waiting’s knife
slices time in broader swaths
stacking jagged moments
chaffing minutes raw, in existential unease
…one second snags the next
…the knife dulls
moments fray and shred
tomorrow folds today; time’s teeth - rounded
memories meld a transcendent balm
deeply rubbed by fading voices
a hospice hallway dims…
one light - grows brighter
Quote: “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” -- Mae West
Life's a puzzle, quite unknown,
With pieces lost and found anew.
The more you force the parts to align,
The more you see they don't quite knit.
Get out of the tangled web,
Step back, take a broader view,
And see life reveal its subtle aspects,
In the gaps and twists, you'll explore,
The art of living,
Well defined.
Poems about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
There's a nickel big that I feel small.
A coin to wonder where you'd spend.
One broader than your shoulders.
One much to large to lend.
There's a nickel big in Sudbury.
A city home to miners.
Where mining for our nickel
is not meant for the whiners.
There's a nickel big from in the Earth.
A coin come from the heart.
Where money is for spending
and nickels for the art.
The danger zone gets broader
Within four walls I hide
Got window holes in order
From where I look outside
After the sun goes down
And green turns indigo
There’s nothing to be found
I haven’t seen before
But I can sense the air
It never smells the same
Since you’re no longer there
The air can’t call my name
Connection drops, then fits
To drop again too soon
The birdies treat the trees
With melodies of June..
Beneath the busy theater,
a little trap door,
modest and illusive,
opens to a space
infinite and peaceful—
a broader dimension,
resonant and real—
the silent birthing chamber
of all possibilities,
including, by surprise,
the gears animating
the action on the set.
One may find the door
and bask in this continuum
by stepping out of character
and shrugging off one’s script,
releasing and recasting
preconceived props.
I’m dead, but did I ever live?
Nobody gives a damn
I had to take, I had to give
Not knowing who I am
So that was it, and what to say
Let me convey to you
You see life in a broader way
And in a longer view
So speak for me, what its about
What difference it makes
From living of a garden sprout
Since moment it awakes
To get a share of sun and moon
And rains and deadly snow
What its about, ends too soon
I didn’t have time to know.
The man lives with what they give him,
being one of those needy people
who can't construct his own
or even select from a much broader range
of things to be.
The man is awed
when he gets the signal to be awed,
when he receives signals about
enormity of this and that
his eyes should be disbelieved.
The signals might say
"this dwarfs you";
or could say, "this is beyond you,"
or that "the beauty here will humble you."
It will.
these things that you write, vague and deep
fitting no one and yet all that read
inspiration, interpretation
as you write about life and needs
you told me once not to obsess
much inspires but it's never direct
I still read, but with a broader aspect
it is about you, when I reflect
these beautiful words written on a page
drawn from your heart and God above
experiences learned and thoughtfully penned
written emotion, a labor of love
My windows were wide open.
I learned to think broader,
I used to see the broader picture through my windowpane.
My wider views never taught me to squint my eyes
when it was time to look through others' spectacles.
I felt human bonds were made in paradise:
thus I evoked all the pain.
Failing to endure all the mental tortures from humankind,
doubts are evoking in my mind;
I don't know if that was just a green screen behind my windowpane!