Short Membranes Poems

Clinging membranes grow baubles
Encased, wood-like, hardened seeds
Bough releases many fall
Acorns dress the ground....

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Caught within the membranes
of a lost tomorrow,

time stood still

No sound, no sight, no
fresh vibration,

as eternity waits

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)...

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The physical and the metaphysical world 

by

the thinnest of membranes are kept apart

thus

they incessantly are influencing each other 








© Demetrios Trifiatis
      14 June 2020...

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One promise 
No deal breaking, seal cracking
Absolute YES to make this caress
Belief creeps through oily membranes
Chemical science, gene machinery to tissue pulsing
ALIVE in the sense blood has no dust...

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returning home
end of the night of
mortal wrongs forgotten
chemistry of love effervescence
in the broken glass jar
alkaline burns  of thin membranes
bursting like  a bubble
fuming creatures of rage
writhing in the 
path of a wail-
ing soul...

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Zuhl logical dissorters Crosby sheeez.
Dubbel Deal with Calm EUnice Chai-neice.
Membranes 16 flossable Don eye a Bill' Itzy.
Eek "the future Doesn't need us" - whyrd Maggy Z
What privy Imp-lament-ation Mina's:
Choke'n'hackin phrotocoils and glow-ball EUgenes(ieuuueww!)
Better yet C WEB MDZ...

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subcutaneous
chemicals flow through membranes
ions form in cells

microscopical
potassium-sodium
particles invade

electricity 
flows in and out of neurons
lightening strikes brain

inevitable
thoughts form through countless charged clouds
a poet is born
 

08/25/15...

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Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations. 

Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings 
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky, distant
as the webbed
membranes
of memories....

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I just realized, that
most of my poems
are about love – Albeit,
not the physical aspects
of love – I mean, how often
we need to feel one another
up? For the different aspects
of love may be infinite: starting
with the Touchy-feely, sinking us
deeper, beyond – penetrating 
membranes of surface moisture
to far vaster 
thermal seas –...

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tentatively we touch
gentleness a brushed lingering
rising waves of repetition unfold
achingly intense
crisp as belled glass

full of heartache, plump with longing
life races toward … to ward …
in spiral tip toed pirouettes

trailing across the tympanic membranes
sliding up and down scales 
darkness sharp and ivory keys
sound reminds


6/9/14...

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I am the rain you hear 
between your heartbeats,
as the feather floating above
reeds, of time
I fly


with hands infinitesimal
I stroke the hairs
on the nape of your neck
to considerable highs


within mucus and membranes
I interweave,
sweeping specks
of lightning off my back


so, I am 
still


all and nothing
a sum of wear
and the ‘O’ in one...

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Given that existence is a seamless whole,
separated by invisible membranes,
each packet of consciousness in its life role,
to expand awareness, against this veil strains
and thus we may recognise space too as such,
cognised in staid stillness by single eye’s touch,
amazed to behold light piercing through its pores,
mirrored at our core, on opening truth’s doors....

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Walking In The Rain

In the rain
I like to walk
When my heart
Is in pain,
Walking keeps me
Contained.

The cold drops
On my face,
Make me
Feel sane
And numbs the pain.

Rain helps the membranes
of my brain
sort out this pain
before my train
derails and wanes.

My world
rocks and shakes
when I sit still
but
seems to
stay the same
when I
walk in the rain....

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You pull me 
Through precipitation and perspiration 
I come to You

The swamps of my Saliva,
the marshes of my muscles,

You pull me
Through erosion and evaporation
I come to You

The stream of my spinal cord,
the meanders of my membranes,

You pull me, 
Through clamminess and condensation
I come to You

The pools of my plasma,
the basin of my bladder,

I come to You,
to the heart of Your sea....

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From once lush green, vibrantly alive
This dorsiventrally flattened leaf never dies
It's fragility, nursed to allow ~
Such patience from the artist abounds
By blade and pin such creativity thralls
Again, it's decaying membranes reach out and touch
From the tree of life, this leaf lives on 




.
Written about the craftsmanship of Omid Asadi
whom creates amazing Art from leaves....

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Flames swallow oxygen,
duplicitous in their deeds,
circumventing steel barriers—
steel barriers doubling over.

Ashen soot cakes the walls;
walls crumble, interlacing with soot.
Pyres of fire lick the night sky;
crimson smoke suffuses the air.

Breathing in microparticles,
microparticles sticking
to fibrous membranes—
breathing collapses.

Lit match—ignition,
cinders glow.
...

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In the enchanted forest
A maiden so fair
Beautiful looks
Long golden hair
 
All around they flutter
As one lands on her hand
Its as if they have heard
Her wishful command
 
Their silky wings
Membranes in view
As they flutter at still
A creature so true
 
Graceful in delight
Like this maiden so fair
In the enchanted forest
Oh! i wish i was there


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature3.php...

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Fresh dust
bevels the
stagnant rot
of complacency
hollowing out
better purpose.

Are we
the imaginings
of seraphic
spirits and
demons rivaling
the majesty
of living?

When plumbing
the shaft
of consciousness,
linear thought
corrupts with
persistence the
notion of
time elements

folding membranes
with complicity
most jaunty
without regard
to infinity
within each
daring creation
etched firm
upon clay....

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They flock in groups of three
and feast on shattered molecules.
They nag at your shoestrings,
waiting
for the moment you become vulnerable.
They will gnaw at your pulsating membranes,
leave a mangled carcass,
and consider their next victim.
They thrive between the living and the dead,
unsure of which path to pursue,
and as their claws rot and
their follicles disintegrate,
they will regret every moment
of their cancerous lives....

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THE VIOLIN PLAYER

Poised chin, resting warmly in the tailored cup,
     Seals the union.
The smooth bow tenderly caresses each tuned string;
    Fingers gentle as milk
Roam the slender mahogany neck: sweetly
     Stealing silence.

The ebony hued harmonic vault echoes released passions
     Of an innocent heart
Bleeding a mosaic canvas: coloring metered air
     With cosmic rhythms.

Cosmic rhythms: teasing tympanic membranes
     With melodic ecstasy....

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In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade
 remember to be grateful to your legs
though they limp

I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn
that activates the nerves each grey day
though they reek of charred tobacco

I shall remember to thank my lungs 
for purifying my soul while walking on grass
though I pant when I miss the elevator

Membranes beyond the nose 
for safe ventilation
eyelashes that gag emotions
the kneecap for play and prayer
 you're a deal...

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