Short Joys Poems
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Sere, listless blades of grass
Joys of summer wither
Daily paper's soaked with sweat
~ So hot your lips just quiver
Some say I too easily dismiss
the joy of smoking cannabis
Still though my druthers say
they prefer a long-lasting kiss
Minding as we step,
counting crocuses we walk,
taking snowdrop stops,
sharing with the afternoon,
joys of two boys now it's spring.
All joys of life, gladly I would
Exchange
For
Only one night, in your arms
To pass!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 OCTOBER 2014
in every Sunday
one Saturday evening
one Monday morning
and this dream of one Tuesday
noon with them
us - three lovers
to the large Thursday bed
There once was a person named James
Who really can’t stop playing games
He played too much
Left his homework untouched
So James’ marks went down in flames
Joys of Spring
from winter’s dark night
as the slumbering year stirs;
an awakening.
02/25/2021
For ‘Joys of Spring’ contest
by Malabika Rav Choudbury
spring births life and hope
contagious joy vibrancy
flame of love aglow
25-February-2021
Joys of spring poetry contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
The sweet beach I call home
The park illuminating the night
The ocean surrounding our lives
The siblings I fight, reasons unknown
This is my life, my sweet beach life
My Old Indian Beech frontyard tree
My evergrowing songbird family
My chair by inherited shelf of books
My circle of virtual mentors from
Whom I learn at my time of ease
Flaming wicks atop candy cane sticks
mirror holiday revelers’ delight
Their joy shattered instantly
~ flash-mobs alight and unite
In my song
I am singing, As the
poets words conveying;
Father’s Grace in your lives
Hallelujah!!!
8/16/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The world is restless, it's lost its way
Too many challenges in life's sweet ballet
Each day more strife
Each day through live
But the joys of living far outweigh
orange feather dancer without a face
we cannot read your expressions
but your interpretive dance shows your joys
your talented feet share your story
we are enthralled by your moves
Wind, do kiss thy tree.
Bird, sits on branch, daintily.
Rose, opens softly.
2/18/2021
~3~
Rhymed Haiku
Her smile shattered by the sadistic.
Eve became a statistic.
The serpent tied the sling.
Claustrophobic catastrophe - frail wing.
Her bundle of joys
blown to smithereens, her angel boys.
dainty daffodils
glorious golden trumpets
blackbird gathers twigs
Nature Haiku with Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
5,7,5 Checked with HMS
01/19/22
Rejoice
my brothers and my sisters
cause
the grief that fills our hearts today
for
manifold joys would be exchanged in heaven
tomorrow!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 APRIL 2020
the tangerine sun shone bright
passions were so much deeper
the pace of life much faster
kaleidoscopic
wonder and newness of joy
in the garden of dreaming
where sunset skies rained rubies
endless beginnings
Yesterday's grief, today's joy
through a gloomy night
twilight tears
turn to morning dew
Kelly's lune- 5/3/5
Inspired by pic#1
Written August 2nd, 2015
For contest "Pretty little lunes" by Andrea
Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.
Soft girl steaming up to my election
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.
Such things are not written of
nearly enough.
caught up in sunshine
sunflowers bob ten feet high
picking pink pansies
a blackbird nest found
with its black speckled blue eggs
red westerly sun
procession of hours
pink gold red purple and black
morning to midnight
Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.
Soft girl steaming up to my ********
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.
Such things are not written of
nearly enough.
Compelled I’m to steal
Joyful moments never rife
That life opts to deal
Me. Joys fade as edge of knife
And those stolen ease my strife.
____________________
Tanka (Senryu)| 14.12.2025 | life, moments (of joy), steal, strife/grief
Time
This single sparrow from your hands
Not enough
To know well enough
Your toes
Alone
Consume a thousand years.
Your eyes
would be the longest looking
Becouse looking I
would find your mouth
And
Journeys there have no end
Only beginnings
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