Short Conspiring Poems
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Why do I always
Feel like you're conspiring in
Making me feel worse?
Why do I always think that
You always have an excuse?
Beneath snow's mantle
Frozen earth with spring conspire
Spouting giggling seeds!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 January 2017
I’ll ransack the caging golden towers,
Slip your hands from the twines of forlorn hours;
Spirit you to fields ‘neath conspiring stars,
Coif your hair with a headdress of flowers.
Amazingly blue, conspiring dreams extrude fascinations.
Grand slam hyacinths ignite joyous karma, lighting molds.
Nature overshadows pulsating quickies, redefined,
Satisfied, triggers unique visions
Woven XL
Yang
Zeal:
Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore
Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new'
Well he had preped, the world then his target.'
So would not putin? of his attack no disputing
Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?
WITH DAYS.
With days long gone
But venom still strong
As if whole of universe
Conspiring against
The soul in grief all along.
Tell me not tale of unspeakable demise
Where have gone the beauteous dreams
The ending has annulled anything anew
Mystery of wraths and teared streams.
Bejeweled flyers chatting away merrily.
Singing harmony to a silent sentient God.
Maybe they're trapped in indigo agony.
Shaking our toxins from their beaks.
What do they think of the awkward
breathing stone far beneath them...
Maybe they're conspiring
to murder me twice.
The Vindictive Con-Artistry Of
The Warmth Of Conviction.
What A Slow And
Penetrating Loneliness.
Isolated In
Wishless Retribution.
Helplessness
Exploited.
Representing.
Unique.
Wordlessness.
Sympathy's Conspiring Pride...
...arama.
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
Tears of joy
are so much sweeter
than tears
and fears of sorrow
Yet no more resonantly
or less dissonantly
salty
Than EarthTribe's gift-giving womb
recreating
oceanic awe,
Deeply organic
whole
open systemic sums
surfing
spiraling
conspiring
wandering tear-stained wonder.
one with the vastness, conspiring with space
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked
I look up to the heavens
and recognize the telltale signs conspiring
to cast my thoughts on back to you ~
the marvelment of heart-shaped clouds
in the flush of day
and startlement of shooting stars
in the shade of night
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I hear them
Muttering, whispering, conspiring
Always there; creeping, sneering
Telling me
I'm useless, hopeless, incompetent
They hate me; despise me
I'm paranoid,
Gripping me, sucking my life and soul
Make me hateful; angry, suspicious
Losing it
Watching, plotting, spying
I'll get them; destroy them, end them
Now that I'm old,
though often told "You'll never
be old," by admirers conspiring
to make me feel better by e-mail and letter,
my balance is not what it used to be.
I'm far too vain to use a cane,
and though needing a boost
to be loosed from my chair, I
accept the dare to gird my loins
and Youth-en backwards.
Our wise God
the Father, no facade.
He gives us choice in all we beguile.
Though our sinful ways are visited on our child,
our child has the same choice as we in sin reviled.
Angel of Darkness conspiring ill,
Satan, his realm to fill,
twists free will.
© May 21 2010 For Jared’s “Trois Par Huit” contest
It never rains
But it pours,
Is an old proverb
That still endures.
For:
When you’ve a leak in your roof
And your buckets for drips are ready,
Why do the heavens always open
And the rain never fall steady?
A breakdown always happens
At the very worst place and time,
Nature and the elements conspiring
To ensure we earn our place –
At the finishing line.
We must not rebuke the winds conspiring
Together in early spring to bring us mirth
The songs of trembling leaves inspiring
We must not rebuke the winds conspiring
The oaks and sycamores rapidly attiring
Reminding us spring is the season of rebirth
We must not rebuke the winds conspiring
Together in early spring to bring us mirth.
written April 25, 2022
To keep alive the Mind's Fire,
The heart has always burned its Desire.
Now I believe in the light of the Sky,
As it teaches me numerous ways to Fly.
This time I will not lose my Flight,
For the World keeps conspiring at Night.
I have the potential to conquer the World,
By keeping in mind the setback I Observed.
The Universe in granting my every Wish,
And I am as I have a lot to Cherish.
WITH DAYS.
With days long gone
But venom still strong
As if core of universe
Conspiring against itself
Ensouled grief all along.
Tell me tales not of demise
Ended in clay the beauteous forms
As if had annulled everything anew
Scenes of wrath into teared storms.
Let us go past dreaded dreams
With outrage to devise anew
Life’s stumbling gait to rectify
Flying across saline streams.
Pardon me, I am aspiring
to some day be retiring,
but first I must be acquiring
a position. Though I’m not keen on perspiring
I admit I have been admiring
your benefits and employees’ attiring,
and since a salary I’m requiring,
and I trust you aren’t frequently firing,
and I promise not to be with unions conspiring,
I thought I’d simply go about inquiring
if perhaps you were hiring?
3/16/2021
Earth life will test us again and again
until lessons are assimilated
and our tremulous heart, cleansed from erst stain,
so shed off despair and be elated,
as bliss magnetism is activated.
If we be receptive, ascent is swift,
as we mindfully, lower cravings sift
and so conspiring with the universe,
in timeless time, divine currents will lift
our soul to heavens, to sing its own verse.
31-May-2023
Confusion, anger, helplessness.
Where is it?
What did I do with it?
Did someone take it?
Denial
That doctor is crazy.
There's nothing wrong with me.
Everyone forgets things now and then.
They're trying to get rid of me.
Conspiring against me.
They want what I have acquired.
No one cares what happens to me.
My only friend is the dog.
The only one who still loves me.
He is at their mercy too.
In the heart’s tunnel
lurks a murderer*
conspiring as friend
with human nature
enraged by hatred…
midst bitterness
covetous angst
and greedy wrath
the slayer prowls...
devouring
smiting foe----
killer screams…
“guilty---
I am…
Lord!”
*Mark 7:21 For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders.
February 1, 2021
Bliss enlivened stillness, poised in the void,
holds still love animated attention,
with innate vibrancy, thus overjoyed,
cognisant of enlivened elation,
feeling and distilling each vibration,
infusing therein souls lucid intent,
to imbibe and amplify the current,
becoming thus, a beacon of pure light,
with universe conspiring in consent,
teleporting presence to zenith height.
14-September-2021
Walls invade privacy of badmouths!
Walls articulate,
Wandering how they articulate?
Echoes! Echoes! Echoes! Ears! Ears! Ears!
Walls have exuberance of ears.
Walls are deleterious,
Even though they’re stunted and dead like nails on doors.
Thee! Can’t even fight walls
Because, of their fortitude!
Trust walls not, when conspiring,
Walls! Have exuberance of ears!
Walls defray to whispers
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T.m.T scripts
I look from my window—
the city is silent and serene.
I give another glance:
the light of bulbs moves slowly
through the twilight night.
Suddenly,
the uproar of parasite cars
breaks the seamless silence,
conspiring against the beauty
born of that celestial scene.
The wondering, waning moon—
like a besought fortune—
shy and quiet,
approaches me.
Enchanting, she whispers:
Take my light
and ignite the darkness within.