Short Hastening Poems
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You roll your eyes,
my heart misses pulses,
hastening to say a million ayes,
you do it matter of fact,
I have to use all energy I have,
not to crumble and stay intact.
Spring
sown
nature’s promise
respite rest
veiled
in
sirens feathers
mirthful breeze
forest within
hastening
heartbeat
beckons
springs
untiring sounds
1/11/2022
MY THOUGHTS
My thoughts,
Like angels of heaven
Above,
Their lofty wings unfold to
Their ultimate width
Hastening
Close to you to fly,
Your precious being
To protect
And soar your love
To the SKY!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 February 2013
Redundant rhythm of tick tock
Acrid annoyance on this dismal day
Time travels at a prompt pace
Its hastening hands will swiftly spin
Fast forward... clicking clock
Tacit tongue like Poe's pendulum
With gripping grasp, the Swinging stopped
My prayer,
Like the angels of heaven above,
Its lofty wings unfold to their ultimate width
Hastening my soul close to you, my Lord to fly,
Your holy mercy to seek, so as the sinner me,
To soar to the sky.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 May 2021
Once fear erased, we surrender
Granting love pulse consent
Bliss the prize, divine does render
Hastening soul’s ascent
Open heart, unclenched fist
On ceasing to resist
We become a bliss mist
No longer fazed
Once fear erased
10-December-2021
Quietus
standing at windows the day speeds by,
people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters,
always coming to and away,
business of great importance,
hastening deeds so that more deeds may be done,
and more quickly.
Neon signs and gas to pump,
gazing from above,
seemingly moments,
but wasting days,
killing time or simply maiming it.
SHE DIDN’T KNOW
Mum cooked me a hearty breakfast, with bacon fried in lard.
She said I ought to grease my chest,
For winter mornings could be hard.
Cholesterol wasn’t invented till nineteen eighty seven
So she didn’t know she was hastening
My entry into heaven
7th June 2021
Bite Size Poem No 5 contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Advent, passing drapery
To the veiling days
Traverse within the dusk
Amidst twilight’s threshold hushes
But, for mere moments…
Then the hastening
Twinkling sparkles
Thus, commence jealousy influx
And heavenly bodies falling
For simple glimpses of your face
Where nights with moonlit crown halos
Unfold before you…
Bestowing buttress sound
Royal eves, the subjects to your grace
My beloved did grant, her permission received
That I may enter within, in a most blessed way
Destined to counter the ways, of those in decay
To unloose the bonds, of those sorely deceived
Immediately hastening forth, quickly we did go
To complete a task, embarked on an arduous trip
The spirit to bestow, with an unquenchable grip
To delineate a path, the way for mine to know
Glaring sun blinds me
Lilliput figure hastening
Optimizing invisibility
Disguised by grains of sand
Hitting my eye
Visual assault
All to scuttle sideways
Robes flailing
Vacuum vortex shimmering
Cleopatra screaming
Asp fang flashing
History repeating
So transforms the desert
Page after page
Of the book of mirages
Slow zoom out
Watching the pyramids
Hiding the truth
I want to gift my kiss to you
To taste forbidden fruit and glory
I'm grateful and I'm thanking you
You are unanswered and I'm sorry.
I know, you're rushing to the place
of meeting hastening term and hour
always like in first time, your grace
vibrates and you remember hugs, my flower.
Oh, sweetheart, how can I forget?
I'm really thanking you, my dear,
I never spoke, I love, it's sad
in our happiness and fear.
In the time of hastening
all dread is loosed.
It is loosed upon the world
in torrents of salt.
Still, we be not seasoned
as the wood.
Too green, we shrink.
The oak must be polished,
the fine mahogany stained,
the walnut drawn out
like a slow summer.
Inward the rafters
belie promises of strength.
The hearth of fine wood
will not burn
among the ashes.
It is saved from desolation.
The body is broken
upon the ash.
I see no shelter,
while I move past the crowds,
eager to put down the burden,
weighed upon my shoulders.
I see no shelter,
to quench my undying thirst,
in the scorching heat of loneliness,
that shrivel up my hopes.
I see no shelter,
to hide from the sun's flare,
that blinds my sight,
hindering my journey ahead.
For all I see are men,
hastening around me,
waiting for none but for themselves,
among the ravening.
(spring, summer and autumn)
from under the earth's hard crust
sprung a host of daffodils~
golden tint thrills eyes
( 7, 7, 5)
ladybird in polka frock
hid under the leaf~
shaded from summer's hot beams
(7, 5, 7)
dry leaves flew about
hastening to their cold grave~
some moan under crushing boots
(5, 7, 7)
Dec.8.2022
~ Placed First~
Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Charles Messina
Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction,
cleverly cloaked in digital fleece.
Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies,
Hastening gauntly heavenward.
Juniper immolation.
Ides jaundiced light.
Kinetic kites, luminescent in the night.
Milky Way mighty, northward pointing,
Occidental wind opens, plumes rising.
Quickened quiet shroud.
Revelation.
Reincarnate.
Souls thin the veil.
Under the upholstered vault,
xylem-charred waste,
Drawn to the yawning zodiac.
Memories sharpen with hastening years…
Sand-box and shovel and toys
And tree-forts and pranks, and my Sunday-school thanks,
Little boy yearnings and joys.
Later, Tom Sawyer’s the would-be Don Juan,
Highways, and one-night hotels.
Cheap beer at the bar. And an unlucky star
Lighting those furnished room hells.
Finally, faces of long-ago friends
Focus, recede and return;
One dead and some wed…souvenirs in my head.
Brilliant memories burn
Sweeter than incense, within the mind’s urn.