Short Concur Poems
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The fish had a pot luck dinner
Almost all of them would concur
Only the shrimp refused to share
Because shellfish is what they were!
R. Kelly did meet Lucy Furr
But - dang it all - she did not purr!
He sang, "Bum Rap"
But that was crap
Because his peers would not concur
Couscous put in couscoussiere
Steaming chalantly
Chickpeas,eggplants are added
Salt,paper concur
Olive oil and slice lamb
So delish
Rich !
Early Springtime actioning frantic flight path
Busy sparrows congregate nesting builders
Hedgerow rustling, twittering noises concur
Heralding new life
Even if our destiny is written in the stars nothing will come to pass if our souls do not concur!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 March 2017
here I am, within the dream,
amidst objects I myself did conjure
there then thus remains nothing to be done
save with pulsations of bliss magnetism to concur
there once was a witch called grisselle
who had eaten her cat.. but tail
just beginning to purr
she at once did concur
that at this one spell.. she would fail
Give the given
as the thoughts will never regain
proper souls will not retain
ask the taken
as desires will concur the broken
proper will justify the top ten.
Let’s take the slow boat,
in a lake of love afloat,
bliss mists our soul’s sole emote.
As boundaries blur
and nodes within our form stir,
with throb of love we concur.
Thought forms appear as a blur,
unless head and heart concur,
acting hand in glove,
in resonation with love
and then energy exchange
no longer seems strange.
17-April-2023
According To Much Predication
According to what is much predication,
When it was involved with an election,
And infer,
Should concur
With right to vote needing protection.
Jim Horn
Economy On To Spur
With many people we may have to confer;
So that on our economy are able to spur;
Together work,
Including clerk,
But both offense and defense must concur.
Jim Horn
Shooting for Six Thousand Poems
All of my poems come from God's mix;
Of all the thousands am shooting for six;
Do concur;
Will prefer;
Designed for us all including old hicks.
Jim Horn
We secure trust where guiless love does laugh,
That seems so caring on others bahalf...
Yet life wants us to concur
With deceit glaringly blur-
Far away programmed heuristics on graph.
Pleasant People
To encourage others we always do prefer;
And with God will agree with and concur;
Meet pleasant people,
Under church steeple;
With God's energy we are sure to endure.
Jim Horn
I concur with the Psalmist David
That You are my Lord and Shepherd
When down, deflated and trapped
When my enemies plans is to bombard
When they rejoice that am defeated
Out of their snare You have rescued me
Cancer is the ugliest word in the English language
Trust me, no other word conjures up so much sufferage
Most results concur
But can be blurred
Surely cancer tops them all, it's brutally savage
I concur with the Psalmist David
That You are my Savior and my Lord
When down, deflated and trapped
When my enemies' plan is to bombard
When they rejoice that am defeated
Out of their snare You have rescued me.
With my Angels exorcised-
I Exercise my Devils
Daren't you guess what this implies?
In Evil doth I revel!
Shout and swear; curse and cuss
In the Bowels of Tartarus!
Sweet Lucifer! I do concur-
Heaven- it's just not for us!
Hooked onto the jugular notch
is a ray of light under God’s watch,
that soul’s ascent ego may not botch.
Noticing the happenstance reoccur,
with bliss magnetism we concur,
as nodes within, in joy purr.
Silence is golden, they say,
To that, in many cases, I all heartedly concur
But
One should never stay quiet
Whenever he witnesses an injustice to occur!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 September 2021
heart and fontanel entwined
mirror each others emote
we play our role as assigned
joyous in God’s bliss boat
this feeling is not a metaphor
take it, oh hermit as real
when with pulse of love we concur
we shift into a realm ethereal
Getting closer to the source,
without any use of force,
we’re awareness self-aware,
playful with nary a care.
As nodes stir, boundaries blur;
head and heart, with love concur,
blissful presence feels complete,
each breath being a love tweet.
It is not a choice you see,
for this is how God made me.
My emotions in a tug of war.
To my psyche, she was a savior.
Out of the closet I did run.
The battle for my sanity was hard won.
A lifelong journey I made for her.
My love, she did concur.
It is easy to dwell in happy places,
When two wise men meet—
They wrangle contentedly
over the ways of the world;
When two fools huddle together—
They concur on almost everything.
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