Short Polishes Poems
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we see it now
that no node within
will remain a bystander
energy transfer enlivening
organic forms magically
polishes the mirror
What polishes
one's character and transforms it,
from a rough diamond to a gem, is
education!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 December 2019
i have it
like Dave's name
a wonder gadget
that polishes sorrow
a flower sobs
nothing remains salt
rappelling through trees
seeding my womb
nothing remains globs
anywhere anymore anytime
aromatic beauty creates
dancing ethereal flowers
glowing high into jovial
kites lacquering moon
nature oasis polishes
quasars royal stars
tracing universal vortexes
xenoliths yearn zeal
February 1st 2010
It seems as though death erases one's sins
Polishes his or her life so that it reflexes in the best of lights.
This can be a dangerous thing.
We must be careful to seperate actions from talent
It is OK to like the music and not the man.
Form:
There’s a Bug in the Sky
That Bites the Moon.
There’s a Painter in Sun
Who paints Green Leaves Brown.
Earth is a Zoo full of Humans
Created by Distant Aliens.
Air has an Invisible Pocket
That holds all the Elements.
Who Polishes the Stars?
Who Blows the Wind?
There’s a Poet in Everybody
Who Sleeps all the Time.
I testify
for my own person:
I’m the guest, which got to the castle
at the last moment and,
every time and everywhere,
I was the last.
Nobody following me
excepting my shadow, which keeps my umbrella when it rains,
or polishes my shoes, or holds my mantle. And no, nobody else on my trace,
so I can’t explain who and why
killed me.
The love that flows in You
cascades out and all about;
I try to capture that love
with eager, open arms --
every day at your waterfall.
The rush of your love is felt
like pristine water against rock;
each moment in loving You
polishes the roughness of me.
I forever desire to be drenched...
at your waterfall of love.
For "Your Verse Again" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.
Windows reflects the world outside
Inside, the soul remains concealed.
A ticking clock, a relentless reminder
Of moments passing, unreclaimed.
A diner, a stage for silent dramas
Obsoletion fades stains of trauma.
Each matron, an enigma, unnamed
In the quiet corner, an empty stool...
A cook, a keep, a bartender secretly weeps
polishes glasses, pushing the dregs away.
Waiting for a story untold but not forgotten.
Do pebbles love the
stream that polishes them?
Is the gurgle heard
in a lazy brook. . .love poetry?
Do waves caress
the shore like touch on hem?
Are rasping cattails
singing to the willow tree?
What messages are there
that humans never hear?
Silent sonnets that swim by
like red and gold koi fish?
Amorous notes float about
invisible, they are so near
Perhaps they catch a sun ray,
at least that is what I wish.
Form:
From window to window, greener than green;
Beauty emerges excited to be seen.
Rain washes away and wind polishes the scape;
Lives held captive bonds' agape.
Warmth from above, remnants past from below;
Dainty fragile bursts of creation begin to grow.
Light penetrates longer and longer;
Whilst all of beauty dances stronger and stronger.
Caught up in all things great,
And diminutive anew;
Grasping my own fate,
What shall I do?
Upon a peripheral somewhere
Iridescent crow wings
Scatter ice particles
patches of air shatter
Sunlight sweeps the snow
Diamond blue blooms
Splinters the senses
Frosted meanderings
Engrave the creeks seeping waters
A sharp air polishes
Small owls emerge from snow drifts
Hunted fieldmice scatter
F ox sniffs the scurrying
A newly unearthed sky pauses
Whiteness sprouts
Speckled rubies
Life stutters
Shimmers back
Moves on
my Goddess entwines
love and the kind
of encouragement
worthy of Thor
on a pedestal of pure
Athenian marble
she inscribes
my tablet
chipping away
a bit everyday
the imperfections
are revealed with time
molding this rock
as malleable clay
with the hands of a sculptor
divine
and with the patience of Job
in negligee
she polishes blemish
away
earth and life are symbiotic
poisoning one destroys two
believing not betrays
the host that takes an oath