Short Imposes Poems

every ism
imposes
binding us

look at breath
and heartbeats
they flow on

love and light
free for all
just be it

04-March-2023
Tricube...

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After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
      Unwoven......

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When the night comes my love 

and sleep imposes the law of his dreams,

My heart is much saddened 

For

It is deprived from the only dream I care for:

The dream I live with you!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
        05 July 2019...

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Modernity imposes itself upon
eons beauty,
The sun blanketed by grey clouds of dusk, 
shining golden halos onto you,
Lake Naivasha, 
oh you serene grey mystery, 
Like polished silver, 
shine back heavens awesome gaze 
upon you...

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Having given birth
Frankenstein alive
As our monkey mind
Imposes its will
Enslaving us here

Thus made insane
Nothing to lose
We become still
Feeding not fear

Self aware
In silence
Celebrate

Our joy
Boundless

Thus

05-October-2020...

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Don’t need candles, don’t need wine;
Beer and fries will suit me fine.
Don’t need chocolates, don’t need roses
(Which tradition oft imposes.)

All I need’s my better half
Who, after years, still makes me laugh.
As long as he is by my side,
Our Valentines will be supplied....

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Dying red roses

The love I lost reminds me of dying red roses
Bleeding colour on a marble headstone imposes
One day records someone’s death into visual noises
Perfect except memories always remind poises
Kill or be killed is the ritual we practice resources 
Feeling pain is all about the colour of dying red roses...

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The dance goes on; and every generation
Imposes measured steps and calls fast time.
I would sit this one out, but for the few
Opportunities for joining hands. 

My awkward feet remember dated songs
And struggle with the strains of obsolescence.
The dance goes on and is oblivious
To slower time when need outlives a style....

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innate creative power
limited by mind
imposes a bind 
blocking grace shower

awareness self-aware
bliss replete
is complete
pulsating without a care

soul’s consciousness shift
with God connect
to be bliss flecked
gifts of silence that uplift

immediate and intimate
is the source
our resource
our heart heaven’s gate...

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I remember a time
When i had nothing but time
Everything was fine
I could smell the roses
Instead of the thoughts of what imposes
I used to look at the stars and wonder
A striking feeling like thunder
I had hope in love so so curious
So young and naive
I thought i could truly believe
The music hit my soul
A burning spirit emit my role
I felt so beautiful...

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Money is useful
to buy wishes,
to buy what
the matter offers,
what fashion imposes...
But it can'tbuy
happiness...
We can be joyful
without money,
love without fortune,
affection without opulence...
We can also live
with all the pomp, but
we can't live
sans feelings...
We can live
 sans money, with love...
but we cannot
live without love
only with money......

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Poetry has its perceptions
imposes itself upon silence and
fulfill voids of the heart ...
All its way is ethereal and charming
and then walk with eyes of spirit
and hands of humanism..
For being emotion
live to offer peace
and joy for free...
Poetry is magnanimous,
does not aim for laurels
nor subserviences...
Wish so only being
verse and poet
for the life... !...

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COMING UP SMELLING OF ROSES

Delightfully dancing, passing nostrils, with its flair
it wisped and lingered gracefully around in the air
Its aromatic aromas on us it surely doesn't spare
As with each person, it wants so happily to share
Such a sweet aroma on you, it wantonly imposes
Here’s to one fart that came up smelling of roses

Indiana Shaw  . . . *-*

"Every fart has its day" . . . ; )...

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once again
        memories
             of sweet shrub
                        quietly imposes
                                  its luscious scent   

red to rust
          blossoms
                 open upon
                         Carolina allspice

memories flood
            the old homeplace
                        deep in the woods
                                     with you sharing secrets  ...

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Like a raging river
I break down the banks that thought imposes
Nothing can stop me
Neither pride, nor judgments and prejudices
I will continue undeterred
towards the set goal
I'll come dirty and bloody
But it doesn't matter
I will wash myself of what has been
flowing into the open sea
And I won't be afraid if I can't swim
I will let myself be carried away by the waves
Through this long journey
that I will knowingly deal with...

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Forgotten as the seasons pass ~ it slowly sheds canceling in spring.

trees on forest floor
lie beneath slow decaying~
baby rabbits pelt

A honey dye mantel on alder field,
emerald subtle charm comes forth and shield.

Time imposes roots, vine tendrils, dried leaves; 
nests obliged nature's creatures, upon sheaves.

5/30/2023

A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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An angel sheds a feather
and mortal eyes rise to see
a glimpse of divinity,
as pink shards fracture blue skies.

Ethereal wisps of light
color misty clouds of white,
imbuing fragility
with exceptional beauty.

Scarlet and crimson ribbons
inseparably tangled,
dance a sensual ballet
that's choreographed by time.

In the stillness of twilight
silence imposes itself,
in a muted harmony
of sounds as the day shuts down.


(Blank Verse)


4/9/2017...

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