Short Iii Poems
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Heaven nor hell for the sin,
They saw the outcome of our love-
A Rainy day to wash the blood away.
There will be no more tears
From these eyes of mine
Unless someone I love has died
Anything else just isn't worth the time
.
*
George Frederick Watts was led
to 'paint ideas not things' he said
'Love&Life' * a good example
symbolism to see&sample
Mass for peace* by Karl Jenkins
Jesus, sacrifice for a believers sins
Did ever I tell you, sweetie,
About my grandpa Tweety?
See how you feel
In a cage, you heel,
While I'm off in Tahiti!
Forgiveness is so simple
But only when the time is right
And that forgiving moment
Frees us of our pain and spite
(11/14/25)
Toilet tissue is like the starship
Enterprise in that they both slip
Around Uranus
And zip up heinous
Klingons to ferry on a trip
I was born on Cygnus III,
and have a special eye to see,
on my very special head,
beyond ultraviolet and infrared,
and into infinity.
Life is the:
Perpetual dialogue
between
God's ideals and
creation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 May 2022
The soul's wings unfold,
Spirit's anticipation mounts-
Ruptured Paradise!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 November 2022
The Palestine mess can now stop
By copping a real estate swap
To keep Israel great
Carve a 51st state
In Texas should Jews their roots drop
I have the want, and now the means
To love, I'm smiling for the trees
And rain which decorates the ground,
I know my place now I've been found.
sad the gates of paradise are, for though wide open to all, few cross their threshold!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 January 2018
little turkey pelt
feathers fluff in wind--follows
his drove through farmland
he struggles to not fall back
dust clouds rise beneath his feet
They slide right off the tongue,
if I may be so bold.
Oh, wait a bit;
that’s drool, not spit.
It’s tough when you get old.
...clumsy crescent heaved a sigh,
on the lawn callous clouds plied,
waving sewn stars by and by...
'21:01:04:20:40
Note: Of nosy nature.
The man who a limerick makes,
Some topic or other he takes.
He drags it around,
Through air and the ground,
Then at a high temperature, bakes.
As I climb my family tree, each distinct leaf touches me with life's beauty.
(written 12/7/15 for Silent One's One Liners Three Contest)
beer is on sale again.
it always is.
brown bottles
sweat.
their tears largely ignored by the squeaky wheels of a tired mom’s shopping
cart.
The river of love, my friend, never dries
For
Its source deep into divinity's heart lies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2021
The proud boys fill Trumpenstein’s need
His pardons saw oath keepers freed
They’ll serve this nation
Intimidation
And feed our great narcissist’s greed
Like the tide, my pain comes and goes;
but, in the end, the pain just mends.
Like the tide, the hurt ebbs and flows;
but, in the mend, my hurt amends.
...And we’re all seen where their impulses end,
in genocides and societies sick,
it seems we can never drop our guard
on the problems that we cannot fix.
your king speaks look there
what say you ~ horses sire ~ too
many tend to it
vicar ~ golden rule
stay in school claim and rule a
kingdom ~ not a horse