Short Hand Poems
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a passion for words
lost in thought with pen in hand
feeling euphoric
vibrant colors in my mind
observations to be shared
it was a gas
and task
that hand to be done
tho it hurt some
now we see
that its going to last
because if
THE PASS
With hat in hand the truth arrives
Too tired for much ado
They tell us now that grandpa Joe
Had something worse than flu
If priests sold used cars and
Used car salesmen sold heaven’s land
Would you get a better warranty of faith -
In hand
Hold my hand, my love
Destiny's path I now see
Happiness awaits!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 July 2015
control and command
of that which comes out of your hand
advances your cause
while giving the hitter occasional pause.
In attic windows
The miracle of night sky
Amazed lying on
A hand-made quilt protected
Against the cold night of stars
In attic windows
The miracle of night sky
Amazed lying on
A hand-made quilt protected
Against the cold night of stars
The spear passed through my heart
His words like a dart
Blood oozed
Pain profuse
My hand limp
I let go off the wimp
demise
end Existence
takes without prejudice
with no care of after effects
ruin
I tried my hand at Cinquain.
chopsticks
hand picks
noodles
oodles!
lips slurp
I burp
tummy
yummy
6 July 2019
Brian Strand Contest
put a ticket
in my hand
again
i begin
to be
a kid
again
but not
asking
where
but are
we there
yet
Form:
Watch the edges of my memories
curl slipping out of focus
The abyss slowly erodes
staring at my ethereal hand
it goes
finding a niche
answer to a wish
painting neon fish
flourish and a swish
a fine porcelain dish
careful do not squish
hand in hand we drink
till last drop of wine is gone
just me and my date
(Double date is the name of the wine)
I walk
Hand in hand
With myself
Hoping one day
I can let the
Pain from the past
Disappear
And let myself
Be whole
small town bus station
ticket in hand adventure
suitcase and big plans!
Time has its back to me
I've never ever seen its face
So since it won't acknowledge me
I won't give it the time of day
the scale is stuck
it won't go up
and, worse, it won't go down
so here I stand
towel in hand
fat and sporting a frown
My hand,
My arms,
My voice
These things,
may hesitate
My eyes,
My ears,
My heart,
These things,
cannot wait
Honesty’s fair hand
Hypocrisy’s mask removes
Truth's revelation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 MARCH 2015
we took the lords hand
follow his plan
now together we stand
now everthibg fits
so much we had to git
BABY WE MADE IT
it was cold cold
my arms was fold
stop by a stand
with money in hand
but ie was fun
i get
HOT HOT COFFEE ON THE RUN
its a cost to be the boss
you can
with the lords hand
just make stand
and you will see
you have the key
to and
FREE TO BE
it was in the block
we jump and hop
street was wet
water contest
we all jump hand prance
in this
SUMMER BREAK DANCE