Short Immeasurably Poems
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The faithfulness of the heart immeasurably augments the virtue of one’s soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 April 2016
The love in your bright smile runs immeasurably deep, it's bottomless!
Submitted for...
Podium placing promise (1) poetry contest(Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 10/05/2019
How painful it is
when someone think of
swallowing broken glasses
because of much hate?
It is so badly
when a person decides
to kill himself " herself "
because of envy.
Don't harm yourself please!
I pray you to love
other people and
keep your life because
they love you highly
And their love is immeasurably.
July 3/2023
We are immeasurably extended in time and space. We form the material universe, the cosmic ebb and flow. This is all revealed with purpose and unfolds with systematic exposition; a demonstration of this inescapable cosmic process. We are the substance of substances. We are constituent elements. We are vital components. We are raw matter. We are stardust.
Called and chosen of God
Her trustful love for her saviour
Resting on his gracious mercy
Inwardly thoughtful and helpful
Such a faithful and loving wife
Truly wise and compassionate
Immeasurably full of constant love
Never failing true forever friend
Emblem of love's truest preciousness
(Dedication to my wife Christine.
Christine is special because she loves me unconditionally)
May you all have a serendipitous, serene Sunday
and an immeasurably magnanimous Monday,
Would that the tallow of your Tuesday be tantalizing
wielding the wonders of Wednesday in writing,
thence thanking Theism the theme of Thursday,
finally forgetting fears and feeling the freedom of Friday,
so making your Saturday a scintilla of a Sabbatical.
In other words: have a great week y’all!
It can be found
On both sides
Of the heart
As fire burning desire
Or
As fire burning anger
It is alive
As it takes a presence
Controlling the mind
Capturing the will
Driving the attention
Immeasurably
It serves as spark
To start
The hottest of nights
Or
The hottest of fights
It is either
Ally or foe
As receiver
It can be good
Very good
Or it can be bad
Dreadfully bad
It can be found
On both sides
Of the heart
As fire burning desire
Or
As fire burning anger
It is alive
As it takes a presence
Controlling the mind
Capturing the will
Driving the attention
Immeasurably
It serves as spark
To start
The hottest of nights
Or
The hottest of fights
It is either
Ally or foe
As receiver
It can be good
Very good
Or it can be bad
Dreadfully bad
He faces the wall, lithe hands held aloft with promises
Of an immortal presence made material in the gradual caresses
Of ink and paint, transient substances with an indelible meaning.
The day is at his shoulders, folding clouds lying on them as
If weighted immeasurably by his coming action...
The ink goes on in easy strokes, these minute gestures in graceful
Forbidden motion; small letters casting potent tones
And bringing down the wall.
No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that English lives were being culled by evil powers from the timeless worlds of hell. (No’ 10)
No one would have dreamed that they were being scrutinised by someone who treats us like we’re a disease that swarm and multiply in the inner cities.
Yet somewhere in the gulfs of hell, minds immeasurably more evil than ours regarded our lives with such disdain and slowly and surely drew their plans against us!