Short Culminating Poems
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Friendship is God's way of ennobling Man for to reach his culminating point of humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 March 2017
Rose fell on the floor
Culminating a story
Written on the flesh
Began with innuendos
Ended with reclamations
For One Or Two Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
January 4, 2018
the practice of no practice a flowing celebration
step by step progression embracing energisation
culminating in timeless time in direct recognition
as we come undone
there’s nothing to be done
for we are with existence one
AWAKENINGS
transitory
remnants
gathered
symbols
covering
contours
culminating
dialectics
in
preserved
blurred
splendour
vanity
meditate
on
past
fictions
&
new
transient
dimensions
Beauty is in the mastery
of the life you have created for yourself
the interests and passions you've delved into
culminating in the unique individual you've become
you are the tapestry of your life's work
AP: 2nd place 2025
Earnestly on the old rugged cross
After the death of Christ
Sins of man were washed away
Testamentary of Christ’s selfless love
Ending the battle of life versus death
Resurrection culminating the deliverance.
In the temple of silence,
Oneness, a single-mindedness.
The navel of existence, ubiquitous,
Our essence is all that.
It is only here, in silence, we find
That culminating insight, we realize
Our essence and the essence
Of the universe is one.
the dry river a sand path
now my tears frozen
the remnants of our blee-
ding hearts meat for
vultures soon
they spit on our burnt face-
s with sophisticated re-
gards culminating in
sacred erections ni-
ght dreams tramp-
le upon my sleep-
ing consiousness
Form:
Olympic moments now here, then gone
under a spotlight intense as the sun
Years of sweat, dedication and training
geared toward a finish culminating
In a medal or two, or three if you’re great
~ all dependent on timing, focus and fate
Strands of hair under a microscope
In different shapes and hues
They twirl and swirl elegantly
Exuding dainty graceful poise
Culminating in stretched flexible splits.
Under a microscope they dance for joy.
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Visual # 1 ~ 4th June 2016
Contest: The Best of 6
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
trial
adversarial, impeachment
undergoing, participating, pending
arraignment, prosecution, glory, conquest
conquering, culminating, depicting
exultant, decisive
triumph
Date created: 07/03/2022
Sometimes I fancy
the most impossible things;
purple and white seas,
Blue crystalline trees,
bloody tears and fairy kings,
words spoken freely:
The thing that is key
to the veil of worlds falling
is utter folly.
Blessed Insanity;
three’s the number revealing
paths to unity.
Our world unready
for events culminating
in all of us free.
Form:
And I listen to some old Leonard Cohen
And my conscious mind
listens for footsteps
And my subconscious meditates
And universes are formed
in the infinite multiverse
And others are destroyed,
some through collision,
some through internal combustion,
And some go to war with one another,
culminating in mutual extinction
And I smoke fast
And I pray not to hear footsteps
enter into my universe.
FIVE DECADES
It is yet dawn here!
Though the sun smiles glowingly
The souls set to toil
Like hypnotized spirit in deep laughter
It is yet dawn here!
The cloud had fermented
The earth arrogantly molested
Culminating a forced abortion
It is yet dawn here!
The journey had long began
The barns are of suckling
Counsels have been trodden
Five decades of fumbling and stumbling
When will it be dawn here?
drifting in a zestless world of hypocrisy,
aching to dispel the lunacy
echoing with distorted imageries,
held in a bastille of utter carnage;
I’m abundantly devoted to
breaking free from what enslaves me.
acquire
wading through the necrotizing tenor
that binds me,
steadfastly drawing near, while
teetering on the confines of
my perilous mind and altruistic heart—
prodigiously culminating.
Taking back what the enemy stole.
Hear the Hurt of my heart
Rising and falling as a thousand discordant cries
Culminating to a crushing crescendo.
Hear the Hurt of my heart
An endless, senseless pounding
Agony - punctuated by each permeating beat.
Hear the Hurt of my heart
Bleeding raw
An incessant swarm, stinging and pollinating salt.
Hear the Hurt of my heart
Festering long-found hate
A torrent roaring in a turbulent sea.
Hear the Hurt
of my -
never mind.
complex web of beats
when we deviate
from the accepted
norms conventions
we are alienated exiled
or even executed
she is eloquent
we kill our visionaries
misogynistic zombies
she is spread on the
wavy green grass pondering
our skin touching
biased weird perspective
perception of the ephemeral
intangible moment of love
boom bap with a bouncy twist
conceptual rhythms culminating in
abstract cerebral eruptions
aug 9 2016
tue 5,42 am
Form:
It
takes two
to tango,
thus orbiting
each other in space,
in a dance beauteous,
a teasing slow seduction,
of union and separation,
culminating in thunderous bliss;
ignition renewal continual!
The journey from root to crown a yearning,
of love in love with love entwining,
overcoming stiff resistance,
renouncing fears and desires,
for which lower mind rests,
allowing our heart
to pave the way
to reclaim
divine
bliss!
14-November-2021
WHAT. THE WORLD NEEDS IS CHRONIC CHANGE, CONCILIATION AND CONVERSATIONS ,CULMINATING IN CLIMAXED COMMUNICATION.
WHAT WE NEED IS OUTSTANDING OBVIOUS OBSERVATION.
WE NEED MORE MEDITATION, MODERATE MEDIATION AND
MAJOR MODERN MONETARY MACHINES.
WE NEED POSITIVE PROLONGED PARTICIPATION.
WHAT WE NEED IS LITERAL LIBERALISM AND A LITTLE LITIGATION
ABOVE ALL WE NEED LOADS OF LOVING LECTURES AND LASTLY,
LOTS OF LOVE.
ONE CRUCIAL CONCERN: ALL NEEDS ARE CHRONICALLY CONSTANT.
View things extraneously
Watch materialistic
objects vanish
We're all just
gliding through
contemporaneous philanderings
While the judgmental eyes
are examining meticulously
making preposterous
assumptions that have
no validity factually
even culminating forcefully
opening doors
to various realms
that are beyond
the ordinary happenings
you contemplate surreptitiously
trying not to give
any clues to what
you're actually thinking
while a disposition awaits
My plea for The Unborn
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Oh Lord,
That culminating fetal days
Be found replete,
And from abortion clinics,
Let expectant mothers abstain.
Cause each unborn,
To enter the outer world complete;
I know, that many debate,
That life doesn’t begin at conception,
And therefore doesn’t end with abortion.
That it’s a woman’s body,
And thus her choice;
Lord, give us champions
To freely speak
For the fetus who has no voice.