Short Loftier Poems
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Those who sermonize to demonstrate they hold a loftier moral tone
Are often charlatans; uncovered by a grubby image on smart-phone
the loftier the ideal we set to attain the readier we ought to be ourselves to sacrifice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 January 2018
Words set to music
reach a loftier plane
than naked words
alone
Melody lifting
what’s spoken or sung
to where only
— it can go
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Antibiotics
inventions for surgery
more effective and
renown – disinfectants
so germs are deadly affected,
yet disease and poverty
abound – we build our
towers ever higher
loftier into the ground
Some say stars are
sky glitter --
every girl likes a little
extra sparkle,
and every boy needs
direction of loftier eyes
every soul seeking greater
constellation
nearer horizons
I keep my sighs....
Windows of soul
On misted terrain
Some narrow viewpoints
From wind twisted pane
Some climb a ladder
stepping on heads
to get loftier views
and are lowered instead
Others find pleasure
By closing the blinds
Some stop to think
and blink
poets
wink
The inhabitants considering themselves loftier the a sand grain
ripped catastrophic tears in Earth’s embryonic membrane;
which thus created an unusually high level of cosmic strain
on the stretched imaginations of the creatively insane.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Days then, were they longer?
Minds then loftier?
Speculating, on whose time's need
Could but have raised this!
Divine, that which lights up
For awe our faces.
Believer's and unbeliever's!
That mercifully
Passing, as it does, and plainly
Through God's own Earth-life.
Glass page on colourful glass page.
Fades not to dismiss.
Higher, through this loftier
Discretion of mind
Than what does flash, sky-winging
To Earth's space confined
Places one, which bright state in
Is joy's true Heaven.
Clearer, purer. Whose source is
God. Ever risen.
Lyre-clasping, a warbler, too
Myself, of love songs.
Miss, smiling meek, attested!
Which trait there belongs!
The eyes of yesterday
cry in silence behind broken glasses
where perception is scattered
like dust swept away
So as not to distort the memories
of a tempestuous fool
trapped in a whirlwind of lost judgment
in a drunken playground of self-indulgence
painting a loftier picture of lies
which slipped through life's fingers
like mercury
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joy and pain
victory and defeat
hope and despair
exist
side
by
side
and
interwoven
in to
the
same
fabric
of life,
teaching us,
building us,
and
strengthening us.
thus
launching
us
higher
and
higher
in
to
loftier
space
I know nothing of
where the wild geese go
other than been told
by those with loftier eye
I know little of where
the natural streams flow
if not for those who have
thought to journey and try
I cannot say, whether heaven
nor hell, my loved ones passed
are yet silent. Content not to know
till after I go, if the knowing remain
respectfully compliant.
A hill that's
about to vanish
with a spark
reflecting
from a loner's home
scintillating
like a star.
When I was a kid,
the hill was loftier,
was a landmark
to locate my school
from the roof of our house.
Unlike back then,
it‘s in a tortured state
like counting down
the leftover
years of life
along with
a solitary glow
portraying
the last hope.
I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to impress
me...more like, to bless me. Not
stepping to me out-stride – more like,
to lovingly guide. His tone to instill in me
self confidence, and not His awesome
dominance. I took a walk with
God today...met Christ along
the way – and together we made a turn
toward Home....
Marvelous to see
a condor soar
unlike the ghoul
when landed and picking --
master of thermals!
dark lord of demise --
which makes me more
profoundly consider
his tearing beak, and
vacant, soulless eyes
imagining now, a higher
purpose, loftier reason
for his seeming casual
glides -- dripping red, making
bleeding sunsets~ exposing
man's many elevated truths
(righteousness we use to
impale one another)
as splatters of bloody lies --
Loftier visions one has uppermost in mind
Thoughts of conquests in the long days ahead
Often may not come as one expected to find
Like a strange, exotic fantasy in one’s head
Evoking stranger deeds where nightfall led
In dead of night when one lies deep asleep
Come fabulous dreams that are loathe to keep
In daylight hours unbridled by relaxing air
When paths are long and roads too steep
When busy-ness transports the mind elsewhere.
recently written (2021)