Short Occupies Poems
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Vice occupies heart,
Darkness envelops one's soul,
Evil's enthronement!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 May 2016
in the form of the readymade, now occupies a place in the void, you look at the size of this dewdrop & remember Andy Warhol, who was the first to begin this session in Tate Britain
Occupies My Mind
Many things in my mind it occupies;
Like cries from all of the Trump lies;
Constantly worrying,
While I am hurrying,
And America sure was not very wise.
Jim Horn
Form:
Light, for a duller world-age
Candle-carried.
Light, reflectively symbolled
Value of this:
Shone, holy, from out whose room
Higher, upstairs
The king of kings occupies.
Snuffed too, now is?
body-mind purified
earth vessel magnetised
ego identity recedes
that the will of God
be enacted by spirit
the mirror is shattered
dispelling delusion
whence light of Self
occupies centre stage
entwined with the universe
You're here, but you are not here
He's here, but he is not here
He occupies my mind and thought
You sit and occupy space
He's here, but he is not here,
You're here, but you are not here,
You require my energy,
He requires my time,
Gates and mouths
Are similar in two respects;
Both require a hinge to operate
And are most often found open
When they should be closed.
Gates maintain a proper place,
While mouth's, oft times,
Spew rhetoric,
That occupies our space;
He looks for
the part that
breaks his breath.
.
When he can't
find it life feels
uncomfortably smooth.
.
He occupies
his early mornings
in tiny fabrications.
.
Heart full of fear,
he would say, What would
life be without woe?
I seek calmness and peace of mind
And find it somewhat elusive to me
Seems they delight in being hard to find
When one occupies oneself with worry
And never knows what is meant to be.
written February 12, 2022
A room filled with tension
It’s like you can taste some particles
that is combined to pressurize the atmosphere.
Smelling like a room locked up for ages on no end
But the last of tears still occupies the
vividly colored space.
The lost forbidden room.
our light, cleaved from the bosom of God
now eternal and complete, as is He
albeit in a stage of infancy
occupies a body
God creates
and thus in truth
ego is but an interface
for us to navigate this earth life
to ingrain in Self, love, wisdom and power
PoetrySoup
Occupies the space poets yearn to be
Endearing creative prose
Together with harmony that
Realizes all the world things
Yielding love and happiness
Super is the world that best describes
Ouststanding entries for fun contests
Useful in their own ways
Poems are a delight to read and read again
Long gone past midnight in the morning hour
My mind still hasn't had any rest
Something unnatural, a feeling so alien
Grows inside and keeps me awake
Thoughts turning blank, can't quite put my finger
On what exactly this feeling is
An emptiness that spawns out of nothing
Yet occupies the space all over my head
Just when I think I’ve forgotten you
Your image comes drifting through my mind.
Shattering the peaceful state
I thought I had achieved.
Though someone else occupies my time
A little piece of me is still withheld.
The piece that you took when you left.
A part that no one else can have
Because you destroyed my trust.
I do not pledge allegiance to any flag or any leader of any country.
I pledge allegiance to the earth, the global heritage of everybody.
I pledge allegiance to the earth,
and every living thing that occupies it,
and in harmony with Nature, manage this planet’s resources,
our global common inheritance shared with all of us.
At a Boulevard cafe
sits a man near a the park
where pigeons
without corn keep company
to someone completely
solitary...
In the café bar uselessness
from someone who elegantly
sits alone ...
In the air the memory
of a figure that
does not occupies the
space of a soulless
body in front of an
empty coffee cup ...!
in the universe our planet occupies a very miniscule spot.
Imagine the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors,
so that for a moment they could relish in all of their victors,
of a fraction of a dot.
In all of its vastness, no evidence in the universe dwells,
that help will come from elsewhere, to save us from ourselves.
thinking with my
head voice while
speaking with
my speaking voice
while texting with
my sign language
finger tips that often
play chords on my
string strung wooden
box that occupies
my singing voice
all happening all
at the same time
as elevator musak
in a different time
signature not
knowing if i'm
going up or
down or stuck
on one floor
Form:
Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?
I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.
I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.
he is just a poet
too many years now to count
occupies time by setting to rhyme
all the hidden words his pen pours out
it seems there's a never-ending stream
of words that freely flow
from the end of the pen into this poets hand
that never seem to let him go
blowing with ease this poetic breeze
seldom seen but often felt
he is just a poet
too many years now to count
Then came Trump
No one talks about Syria anymore,
Was there a war there?
The bombing of Mosul the long siege
Trump occupies the news
And the whole world from pigmies
In the inner Congo, to the tall Dutch
In Amsterdam, are Psychanalysts?
The press robbed of their pompous
Self-regard like a school yard bully
Scolded, plots shocking stories about
The President of the USA
when mind of our heart ignites the head ovoid
innumerable nodes light up all at once
each aflame with the light of Self
signalling that the dweller of our heart
now occupies the throne it rightfully deserves
when illusionary ego dies, soul flies to new highs
our true life purpose is then revealed in clear light
‘may Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven’
67.
The Elements of Life
Earth – this solid mass
Eversince holds us
We'll never escape
From its tightened rape
Water – this solvent
Makes life sufficient
Cleans and occupies
Dwindles, fall and rise
Air – this loosened gas
Fills empty areas
Allows respiration
Triggers production.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I love Bougainvilleas
Mighty thorny showstoppers
Though be careful if you come in contact
As they will cut you good and proper!
A flower of such magnificence
With a defiant mind of its own
Growing fast and wild
Uncontrollable left unattended and alone!
Miraculous colours abound
Pure nature personified
Occupies it’s space with perpetual colour
Portraying independence and pride!
The word "God" has only three letters,
but its significance compiles all the other words,
across time and space, like stars being swallowed
by a black hole.
God Himself is invisible,
but we find it vital to exist with his help,
like invisible oxygen, which is vital for living.
His name is very brief,
and visibility formless,
yet His essence fills every atom,
and occupies timelessness!