Short In Turn Poems
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Everyone wants to play god,
and in turn it turns them into the devil.
Yet no one wants to play the devil,
it might make you god.
I begged
For forgiveness,
And God in turn
Added years of peace and joy;
To a life that before,
Had no purpose.
every obstacle
creates
a barrier
every barrier
a fence,
every fence
a hurdle
this in turn
begins building
a wall
ran out
of obstacles
the end
~ ~ ~ ~
we hide
to prevent others seeing our weakness
but in turn that makes us weak
we should stop hiding our faces
and face the truth that lays in front of us
You were a close friend.
Until my viewpoint differed from theirs.
Your tiara turned into snakes.
Envenomed my peaceful place.
In turn, I gifted you a mirror.
I heard a cardinal call today,
Up in a tree not far away,
And though I could not place the tree,
I joined him in his solo song,
And he, in turn, sang back to me
he constantly rang the bell for service
in turn made his family nervous
bring me this, bring me that
to lazy to grab his hat
his actions was a simple dis-service
God the father; hope of the Son
He created the day, ruled by the Sun
Beneath His feet, He placed the Earth,
and man, He placed in its Heart.
All there in, to rule in turn.
The sun runs to the moon,
to offer her a luminous day...
receives in turn from her naked friend.
A sparkling night with all the magic...
I'm a celestial body that orbits your soul,
I live through the night causing passion to flow,
Together we dance lightly to glide,
In turn you're the earth, I'm your moon in full stride.
Form:
beyond the clouds that bring in dusk
beyond the light cast by the stars
the moon will grace us with benevolence
and we in turn will speak in whispers
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
I'm a cellestial body that orbits your soul,
I live through the night causing passion to flow;
Together we dance lightly to glide,
In turn you're the earth...I'm your moon in full stride.
Form:
time was I'd hang around
in P town
tune in turn on and party down-
in P town
far out cats on purple haze
white lab rats lost in the maze
yeah,them was the good ol'daze
in P town*
(*portsmouth)
Form:
He married a lady he could not keep,
she in turn detested the guy she could keep.
And both stared at fate,
refusing to arrange life's love puzzle,
because the word 'sorry'
went on vacation.
My heart shakes with joy,
My cheeks sheen superbly,
My eyes stressing out,
When i hold no gloom.
I set my life at a save pace,
Everything around at peace,
An unexpensive feedback to life,
In turn an addition to live.
“Like minds think alike.”
Why is that?
Are we connected, somehow?
Our brains blue-toothed to each other.
A telepathic togetherness.
Enlightenment is possible.
Tune in. Turn on.
Connect.
Transparent
Beginning to finally see clearly
Surface and layers peeling away
Each in turn a memory remembered
Forgotten, now re-emerging fresh and new
Familiar yet somehow changed
By light tempered through time
Stephen
Upon a Bed of Petals
upon a bed
of petals, lay ye down
ambrosia lent
filling the senses
in pungent resistance
the unfurled rose
petals stripped in turn
a lovers gift
with heavenly soft scent
permeates the room
@ 4/3/2013
she thought
i said limbo
and started
to dance
arching her
back back
farther and
further as
her hips
twisted
and turned
in turn i lowered
the imaginary
bar even lower
just so she could
show her flexibility
Form:
Reflections of the past
should be embraced.
Whether good or bad,
they increase the focus
while still at this place.
It is up to us from which
memories do we build.
In turn it brings forth
within us which was instilled.
The misty blanket morning dew
Has lain upon my lawn
Before my window, agape in view
I rise, I stretch, I yawn
The distant sun now blinks an eye
To signal of the dawn
As I, in turn, give it reply
As I rise and stretch and yawn
KNOWLEDGE OF SELF
An enemy,
A friend in waiting
Could be
And
A friend
An enemy in the
Offing,
All depend on our knowledge
Of others
That in turn depends
On
How well ourselves we
Know!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 APRIL 2013
If I never
asked for much
then Much
would never ask
the same of me.
But it is late
and I am tired.
Perhaps tomorrow
I can match
the Much
I ask so much of
and in turn
the Much
will ask
much less of me.
THE SEASONS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
wintertime,
springtime,
summertime,
autumntime,
chilly, frosty, snowy wintertime an overture to springtime life, which
colours summertime, who in turn prepares autumntime for its fruits
Politicians are manipulated by bankers, lawyers and big businessmen.
Politicians in turn manipulates the mass population.
Whenever I hear terms such as "democracy" and "freedom,"
I hear things that don't truly exist other than an illusion.