Short Magnifying Poems
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What makes a woman
Become the one above all,
Only the heart knows,
Magnifying her tenfold,
Her every whisper and move
At times we must our mistakes under a magnifying glass see before we judge others!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 April 2017
On God Always Relying
On God surely I am always relying,
When writing poems will be trying,
And connect,
With subject;
Thoughts and efforts is magnifying.
Jim Horn
Magnifying Glasses
I’ve erased using white out some
items listed on my
magnifying glasses’ shopping lists. They get really bad
gas after
eating all
savoury foods!
Love, a curse
An emotion irremovable in our lives
Pain, suffering, betrayal, and wet eyes
Love, a blessing
Magnifying feelings of lust and belonging
Hiding faults and inspiration for improving
Love
it's telescope
sighting
long range ...
It's microscope
seeing
what nobody sees ...
It's magnifying glass
that increases
the chances and the
sense of the word
living ...!
smoke
aflame, infused
clouding, signaling, inhaling
fume, billow, reflections, reminiscent
distorting, imaging, magnifying
focal, reflected
mirrors
Greatness
is condemned to loneliness
as the desert calls
magnifying the instant
through the burning glass
unleashing its essence
in the fire of possibility
spreading old ashes reborn
—upon the sand
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
intense devotion
swaying with emotion
in
heightened expression
magnifying the Lord
in language transcended
rising to heaven
transformed
by the finger
of God
a thank offering
to reach
the ears of the Lord
Magnifying the Lord
in language transcended
rising to heaven
a thank offering-
Christ my shepherd
Christ my light
Christ my peace
love peals aloud
healing for the broken-hearted
liberty to the captive
New life to those who believe
ghastly grimy gruesome greedy gray ghost
happily haunts Henry’s hoarder habitat
igniting icy incredulity
jiggery-pokery jimjams justified
kismet keeping kowtowing kin keen
lighthearted lively long-winded laggard laughs
magnifying mystical malefactor’s mysteriousness
The stumble blocks, the parts and pieces
An exchange is met and cold conversation clings
Heavy as an ant under solar demise, a magnifying glass
Casual tumble-down into irrelevent, replaceable poses
It amounts to silence trapped within frames
Broken glass and bric-a-brac
When the sun shines
All I see
Is a sudden line of poetry.
Sometimes its brilliant and illuminates
Or maybe its angry and covers the
Sun with clouds.
Clouds of fury,
of hate.
Sometimes the poem sings songs of love
and sometimes it just shines the sun
Over a magnifying glass,
-- And gives me a sunburn.
Measuring not time, simply feeling the inner chime, we flow moment to moment, magnifying our love quotient, there being no doing on our part, as at each instant we restart, centred in the void, with bliss overjoyed.
Is-ness of presence
Throbs with ecstatic rapture
The now is the all
15-August-2020
Evil is coming;
Its name is:
Selfless service,
Selfless life.
Its name is death.
Evil is here,
Altruism is here.
What is the difference?
Get a magnifying glass.
I am impervious
To national service.
I will not bow or kneel.
Will you?
Don't be a rag
Pushing dirt about;
National service---
Wipe it out!
Form:
Mellow moonrise melts memories.
Marigolds manifest March.
Merging mankind's marvelous multiplicity.
Meditating,magnifying, multiplying,
Mankind's mercifulness.
3/18/2021
~1~
Oh the gray of day
The plump raindrop sheltered in the corner of the pane
Reflecting and magnifying the gray
Gray, gray, gray
Downward funk please leave
This raindrop has much to do
And the gray tarp is no shelter
How we need the full spectrum to create
Oh gray of day
Release one of your misty rainbows
So that I may look beyond
She ambles to that corner
Every now and then
She keeps telling Anna
It’s not about men
It’s not about bayana
I don’t need the yen
I just want to be finer
Anna would always tell her
What shows in the looking glass
Is not who you really are
Not even a magnifying glass
May tell if you can murder
So take away the sunglass
And look into your character
Seeing through the red filter
the sun reflecting on his
iris....
Viewing details through a
magnifying glass...
A microscope..
A jeweler forges his metal
Sets his stone.
Paying attention to detail
he etches every little hair,
every little speck.
Observing nature's moods,
shifts,changes,he records+
draws in his journal his
discoveries for this new
Season.
Magnifying my King for all He does
Preaching the message today
Teaching man to hear Him
Crucifying myself to obey.
Sacrificing Himself for me
Swallowing no drugs
Sailing all my seas
Refreshing me with hugs.
Climbing every mountain
Scoring every goal
Sculpting my degree at college
Crossing every shoal.
Feeding me my every meal
Filling me with His zeal.
pushing my limitation I'm just an imitation
of an imaginary wold set in the hands of a
hateful child with a knife . if it were seen
through a magnifying glass I'm sure you
would see the difference but you dug your
eye's out looking for the zipper that held
you mouth shut . living with the lie that
we will never die , hate comes in many
forms and your the first .
Form:
Long ago, in youth long gone,
I spent hours at a pond,
A clay base, sun adorning,
Tadpoles swimming, half forming,
I spied with a magnifying glass,
Frogs finally hopped at last,
Now, no frogs, cause no rain,
Is it because of climate change?
That was our ecological health,
How can we restore our planet's wealth?
So I ponder on such ponds,
Where have all the tadpoles gone?
Yes, yes, his siblings are long deceased
though there are no graveyards in the mind
He relives their quarrels each night in dreams
struggling, in vain, to flee nightmares unkind
By day, his two sisters whimper, one in each ear
by night, their fury they roar, magnifying his fears...
No, no, there aren't any graveyards in the mind
just brows deeply furrowed, faces etched with lines
How happy I am
I sing for you, O Lord God
These psalms of praises
Unto to you, I render this song
Magnifying thy holy name
How blessed I am
For my right, to sing your psalms
I am truly bless
Unto to you, I render this song
Magnifying thy holy name
With my voice, I offer
A song, from my heart, just for you
To the world, I’ll never bow
Unto to you, I render this song
Magnifying thy holy name
Miraculous
might
meaningfully
magnificent
maybe
mysterious
midst
magnanimous
ministerial
merry
moments
marks
my
Master’s
maximized
moves
magnifying
merciful*
maneuverings.
*Psalm 116:5 Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful.
October 23, 2019
3rd place, "Tautogram Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/30/2019.