Short Nor Poems
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Discriminating palates
garnish salads with shallots
But when eating croquettes
avoid mallets
time is neither old nor new but a continuum endlessly challenging Man's mind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 January 2018
Most eyes see not, it’s the spirit and the heart that needs …vision
/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The past is left in mourning,
the future still unknown
The present disavows them both,
not borrowed—never loaned
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
Truth thrives in contradiction
the difference sharply honed
A neither nor redemption
as zero-sum is known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The Earth in determinate places,
is almost the same as Limbo..
In others, almost as hell...
So we submit to this reality,
there is no paradise here...!
Time is,
flawless watch...
don't delay,
do not advance,
don't stop
unfailingly
chronologically
in right course...!
“no rhyme nor reason”
a backwards formed limerick game
melons and lemons
lemons and melons
though they don’t taste the same
if you’re dyslexic they are by name
In this life,
some people appreciate
to hunt...
There are others
who feel satisfied
of being the prey...
I already realize the two of them,
and don't approve any... !
I move and break, stumble quick and crack,
But Love that's born from God himself doth mend
My brittle, broken bones to strength again.
Please humble me, remake my head and heart.
N-either dark nor shadow
O-bliterates the beacon;
L-onely evening has turned
I-nto a beautiful dawn.
Topic: Birthday of Noli Reyes (March 21)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
I am here
but not here
I am there
but not there
I am somewhere
but never where I'm supposed to be
but never whom I'm supposed to be
Not really here
not really there
The babes of bigots
rainbows underfoot
appealing smiles
am I doing good
tomorrow’s
curb smashers
our baby gay bashers
innocent enough
believing in Santa
and their parents’ love
Never count money not held in your hand,
and never stand good for the debts of a friend;
For some never learn though they grow old and feeble.
It pays to use caution when dealing with people.
Charms are thus...
Like the hearth ember or that of lightning bug
Elegance requiring evermore
As the sunrises forth to the mid-day sun
Compares my lady to the untamed
Wilds of a regular woman
Here.
I will give all,
All for less,
Less.
Ask more of what?
What of the rest?
Rest to break,
Break.
Trivial with purpose,
Purpose to give,
Give more,
More for you,
You.
There.
Form:
N-either thunder nor rain
I-s able to weaken your faith;
T-he joy is promised by God,
Z-ealously learn to trust and wait.
Topic: Birthday of Nitz Antiojo (March 28)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
N-either daybreak nor dawn
E-ndorses dark of night;
C-old chill of the evening
Y-ields to the morning light.
Topic: Birthday of Necy Villapando (March 20)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
Never a borrower nor a lender be
That is my simple philosophy
But if the need you can’t resist
Borrow money from a pessimist
A positive attitude they sadly lack
So they don’t really expect it back
Form:
There’s a haven beyond
all praise and blame,
where true writing can repose
All time on the run,
consensus lay shunned
—the truth neither friend nor foe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Politics
the wedge
that splits
our kinship
Trapping
what we feel
inside
our thoughts
Mutually
excluding
what fate
has destined
Zero sum
prison
allegiance
—bought
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Mere buds of those years’
Memories bitter-sweet-sour
If make me shed tears,
What when they all will flower?
When a light breeze over-power!
_________________________
Musings |33.12.2020|
Topic: tears, memory
drained of emotion
idly-mouthed words
raised fists with no punch
meanings vacuous, blurred
carousels of zombies
stare through his soul
nor silver nor copper
winged horses of gold
…for man nor beast
Cold rain on opaque darkness
swirls around the outline of a man
hunched against the biting wind
led on by tug of agitated dog.
1/3/2017
submitted to – Contest 261 – any form – max 5 lines
Collaborative Poetry…
give me a break
Words borrowed or lent,
the Muse to abate
What’s not in your memory,
what’s not in your soul
Can never be bartered, rented
—or sold
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)