Short Hallow Poems
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Playing Hallow tricks
claws from nowhere pierced me---
thirst for flesh unquenched
Halloween Senryu
18 Oct 17
To hallow the ordinary
to bridge earth and heaven
Man's intention, his reflections
~ body-soul connection
Deep inside the soul
the inner relm of the mind
empty dark and cold
darkness black as night
hallow and alone
no one else in sight
B lessings hav a lovely sound
L avish them around
E ncourage with a pertinent word
S peak with an open heart
S erve and with love begird
The truth of it all was that the truth never submerced.
Stay high.
Stay afloat.
Limitless skies and skinny love to sink their hallow boat.
By and by,
Tis the fate believers buy.
That when they sin hallow,
Then affliction will them swallow.
c,2017
inspired by Gorge Herbert.
The thing I dislike about ghouls
Is they act like a bunch of fools!
They don't trick or treat
But head for the meat
Especially family jewels!
When we
Look deep into
The tender eyes of love
Reflections turn this hallow soul
Images quarrel with our hearts
Knowing this love shall pass me by
Smoke gray owl
Deceives her pray
When silent wings
Cut through
These pines
Hands of death
Weave in and out
This hallow ground
Oasis in this dark
The wind is howling
Coyotes are growling
It seems like the wind likes to lean on Winter's flurry
It screams out hallow feelings that's obscure in a hurry
with less words
risen are the river's current
melody in minnow's swimming
hollow that's able to hallow
climax of a cliche film
xerophile for desert's scene
Under the hallow darkness of a November sky
Final grace came to her with one final sigh
Only the earthly robe is left now where she lie
"Project U. F. O." contest
Hallow was the love
She knitted
Woven empty
And Cupped up
As a broken egg shell
Playing the mind
As well as the man
Staging a play
Where we now tell
The tinted tale
It is dark,
Quiet and oddish.
It triggers phobia,
Spiders crawling under my skin.
It is hallow and sinister at best,
And at worst, ominous.
Oh how creepy,
The cell in my head.
U.N
It sees
It does
It does what it sees
It sees nothing
So nothing… is what it does.
I see
I do
I do to see
I see more
But the more I do… the less he sees
I am hallow
And hallow is how I’ll be.
Green grass above
Black world below
Death brings
Peace and happiness
Hear the laughter
Of these souls
When we walk
Through this
Hallow ground,
This air breathe cold
This graveyard knows
Incarnated souls, destiny's unswerving path are obliged to follow
Through purging periods of suffering and grief till rendered hallow
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 July 2018
Smiling, chuckling, giggling, now brimming, sanity's laughter,
Peals of happiness swell to sweet nightingale's force,
Hearts beat madly, Hope-balloons rise:
Hallow the bright sun's rays--
Yes!
The smell of burnt wood,
Broken twigs and cracked branches
Surrender to this hallow ground
When the lightening comes,
Before the storm
Then, fire uplifts us
From this ground
So, where does love begin
Hallow,
and unrelenting.
The hands of fate.
They tease,
and toy.
Pull,
and press.
No heart,
just hands.
Not careing.
Only watching,
and waiting.
For their time to strike.
And they do.
Disaster.
the day of the dead
jazz cannibal festival
good food for the soul
eat much more music
drink from a skull cup holder
savor the flavor
celebrate all life
the end is musical bones
then into the crypt
The clapboards of the church pews
are as loud Praise print on a hymnal
collection plate showerless blessing
bell rope dangle art on a dusty floor
prayers of silence hallow the rafters
sunset gifts bits of stained glass life
For every light
Has it's source
What source darkness
All here is void
No barriers
No shapes
Just hallow consume
Yet fades with light
As the day opens her eye
And it back again
When the day closes her eye
Dark void
What source thee
Form:
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
Heaven
High above crests descry
heralds angelic hosts.
Hallelujahs sing to
hallow lazuline skies,
hailing from God's own breath.
Harps strummed in perfect love -
harmonies quench like rain.
Written 2/19 17 for Pleiades H Contest