Short Enviable Poems
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Old age: The enviable harbour of life that not all ships are blessed to reach!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2018
Anticipating, beckoning, casting demonic, enviable fury, gazing hungrily inside, jutting kerosene, littering masses never opted, putrefying quills, reverting sympathy, turning upside-down…vaccinating whim, x-raying yesteryears…zero in
American Born Congressmen
Drive Enviable Farrari's-
German Hostesses Inherit Jeeps!
Kentuckians
Lease
Mules
Nightly,
Offending Police!
Quiet Republicans Seem Troubled;
Unless
Vacationing Women Xylophonists,
Yodel
Zippingly!
My thirst for undying love I wished to quench
Drinking from the source of your enviable lips
Few droplets of nectar my soul was able to sip
That ample were though my craving to eclipse!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 NOVEMBER 2014
Oh, my troubled eyes,
Stop gazing at her enviable figure
For
No matter how much of her beauty, able
You would be to devour
Still
My heart’s longing for her, insatiable
Would stay!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 August 2015
My burning thirst for undying love I wished to quench
Drinking from the pure source of her enviable lips
Few droplets of nectar my soul was able to sip
That ample was though, its craving asap to eclipse!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 February 2021
Autumn waits on the back of September’s wings /
transforms her green to enviable hues /
the castanets of crickets like shamans sing,
chant to the moon ~ their hallowed muse.
Original date: September 19, 2022 revised on Sept. 22, 2022 for contest
For: September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 3rd in contest
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
each one enviable evidence of environmental energy
always alluring, ambivalent, aligning with allies
humane helpmates, hereditary friendly, heroic hierarchy
Organisms of oceans, outstanding and extraordinary
Reposing, relaxing, regenerating, rejuvenating
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
Emoting, encouraging, enthusing excitement
Even the most luminous petal
of the enviable rose
will share its magnificence
for such a short time
As such, we must appreciate
each moment of its glory
for even from the most noble,
petals do whither and fall
Like the rose in full bloom
we must shine every day
and live every second
while the sun is our friend
Hazel brown hair underneath the sun,
Radiating the gold from her soul
As I set my heart not to run
Towards an enviable, worthy goal.
Her name rhymed with hale,
Like her spirit and her smile
That thaws my heart's cold veil,
And gives life meaning with her guile.
Even if years had gone by,
Even if life had other things for me,
I'll never forget my reasons why...
I let you go and set you free.
...Silent whispers
Quiet murmurs
Gentle touches
Sweet words
Knowing smiles
Beautiful pictures
Great songs
Inspiring speeches
Umh...
...Caring friends
Perfect couples
Adorable kids
lovely homes
Great husbands
Gorgeous wives
Enviable families
Blissfull days
Umh...
...Sweet wishes
Great hopes
lovely dreams
Fantastic plans
Attainable goals
Clear visions
Beatiful targets
Audacious aspirations
Umh...
...Everything is possible
White is the color of the pristine page
Awaiting words from an angry poet,
Soon defiled by inexplicable rage
Surely intentional s/he did show it,
Living forever words of this dimwit
Making of the page a blackened abyss
Devoid of kindness, enviable bliss,
Expressing instead the venomous ply
Delivered like traitorous Judas's kiss
On internet page that will never die.
written January 14, 2022
An endless battle,
Why fight?
Terminal illness,
An end that just, might?
Endless suffering,
Other's just can't feel...
Saying, they understand...
This life feels so damn, demanding...
Just wanting to sleep,
No reason to just... Weep...
To prolong the enviable?
All I need is just to settle,
I'm tired...
I hurt...
Yet, somehow they say it still has worth...
So many years...
I've pushed...
Yet all I feel is tears...
I see the small flashes of the last remaining fireflies in the dark September sky. A couple of stragglers, unaware that even in the warm night, that summer is drawing to an end. Apparently they had not received the memo the rest of their brothers had. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one aimlessly flying around, clueless to the enviable change. Goodnight lost little fireflies. Goodnight kindred spirits of the warm September night...
Though you call me molehill,
Still I shall attain my height.
The more refuse you deposit
The higher and mightier I become.
So when you blow up your dust
Or sling your wicked mud
And in your joy on me they sediment;
Mock me not I do not see mud nor dust
But another layer of my enviable size.
Your garbage is by no means hurdle,
It is the thrust to my destined height.
Songs of power,
Something inside so strong.
8/11/2015.
My muse is the wind
that blows my life...
she fills my soul
with tender charms...
she makes me a lion
with management presence of lioness...
She supports me with her
wisdom, and with enviable
ability dispels my fears...
Yet she watches me constantly,
I just agree and submit,
I listen to her advice...
I follow her movements similar to
flag in the wind...
She makes me live and I confess:
I don't live without
her sortileges... !
A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.
We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.
The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.
All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.
The god was yet to be born !
SATISH VERMA
Form:
A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.
We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.
The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.
All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.
The god was yet to be born !
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Oh to have one's heart-string strummed by a
loving angel-like hand! Like lumps on a head
are those lumps on the heart, a read of life's
mixtures of orchids and desert sand. Oh to see
an angel-like smiling back...divine halogens on steroids!~
a lost vision to my ailing heart -- deeply regretting
our divorce...the absence of my home...with a pool...
a country-club setting, and that enviable Master's style
golf-course you so hated. Missing you.
A red bird, motionless
A cardinal rare to my city eyes
And almost indistinguishable
From it’s neighboring autumn leaves
Crimson and rusty,
Feathered with impatience
For winter.
A red bird
Silently invisible
Aside from a telling
Twitch, or a quiver, or the flexing of wings
The blink of an empty eye.
A red bird
Enviable and unenviable
And all to itself as it
Considers not a thing
Except whether to take flight
Or stay perfectly still.
Orange zest does invite us to fest
Another year of angst and anguish
How they more enviable are lavish
But pleasure in abundance-hence we
Were duly flattered by God’s approval
Removal from authority for one day
All our fears and anxiety at bay
Turkey heaven-little Tim only seven
Give him his joyous occasion-teen spirit
To the table without much persuasion
Blissful being-how the angels do sing
of our battle through the year, our tidings are
nearly here