Short Proclaims Poems
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On the path of wisdom one can never step, unless, first, his ignorance proclaims!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 April 2016
A
silence
will be found
'ere the trumpets
sound-
all
the world
then proclaims;
Jesus Christ will
reign
See more at
Rev 8:1 , 11:15 ,19:16
The fun king came once again,
To claim the throne of wither and stain,
No blame of shame garnished or waned,
As our king of fame proclaims his elicit game.
Healing
needs time
it is said~
already healed
smacks of
strangeness~
yet no time
proclaims
perfection
without process~
separation spins
tales~~
Time has no alpha and omega
Indeed time was not born from time
It's a distinct entity
Souls traverse in its flow
Dilation be there
Revelation
proclaims it's
only
God
my son will always be different
his father proclaims his innocense of pregnancy
how true a paternity test is
to reveal the same DNA
from father to son
what a beautiful son
he will miss
Loving
the solitude
Loving
the silence
Hating
consensus
Hating
refrain
Loving
the magic
Loving
the present
Hating
the reference
Hating
— proclaims
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
What proclaims
to save our souls
is killing its believers
Religion worse
than nuclear war …
born again deceivers
Breaking every
moral creed
stealing zero-sum
Ashes left to burn
and rot
—Yahweh on the run
(The New Room: January, 2023)
The pen and the keyboard…
their white flag of truce
Now shattered and tattered,
new words on the loose
The ink stains once mighty,
a cursor now reigns
As deep into cyberspace,
—the future proclaims
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
From coast to coast
From land to land
The earth proclaims you
The living God.
We see you in creation
In all people of this world;
In your image we are made.
Jesus,our living God
Our saviour and our redeemer
Our loving God,our faithful friend
Comforter and King.
Bubbling up through the surface,
one truth leaches out
Like a word long forbidden,
oft whispered—it shouts
Rising up to the heavens,
its message proclaims
“The eruption has started,
redemption profaned”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
so rich
to be
poorly
spelled
Aaron
as Aron
has me
to tell
that at
a local
talent
show
when the
announcer
proclaims
herrrrrrre's
Elvis
an impersonator
doesn't say he
isn't Andy
Kaufman
may they
both enjoy
the disbelief
of what is death
Form:
From coast to coast
From land to land
The earth proclaims you
The living God.
We see you in creation
In all people of this world;
In your image we are made.
Jesus,our living God
Our saviour and our redeemer
Our loving God,our faithful friend
Comforter and King.
From coast to coast
From land to land
The earth proclaims you
The living God.
We see you in creation
In all people of this world;
In your image we are made.
Jesus,our living God
Our saviour and our redeemer
Our loving God,our faithful friend
Comforter and King.
A star that streaks thru darkened skies,
and lights the path for vacant eyes,
then touches hell before it dies,
to leave behind no last goodbyes.
Like tears that fall as heaven cries,
when earth proclaims its own demise...
Written Sept 24, 2017
Sing
not of man,
but bear and salt,
legend and deep voyage,
ancestral water,
frost and voice.
Hail Caledonia!
and you,
in Scotia style
reveal words
in smoke and wood,
that breathed
the same air as me.
whisper
for the return glance
proclaims
its prayer
of time
without consequence.
Feel its fury
hear it roar
Avenging Angel
vengeance born
Apostatic
idols vain
Bear the sentence
its will proclaims
Chants of guilt
awaken sinners
From their dark
infected dreams
O’er the mountains
to the ocean
Heaven’s rage
—its verdict screams
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Dreams must reach their fatal end
At the moment dawn wakes the sun
Yawning with a paternal warmth
He proclaims another day has begun
Rising over meadows, mountains, and vast seas
Early morning light glows with prismed color
Amber skies carry gentle wafts of wind
Kissing away the morning mist
He's been swingin' clubs since trouble began.
The Great Leader proclaims he hath no plan!
Hey man! There is a crisis,
With some bandits called Isis!
Cease yer 'putt'erin' and 'strategize', man!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
OF LOVE
The lover's tongue
Grows a bouquet of pregnant words,
That proclaims momentary eternity.
The inflamed heart races fast
Like hundred frightened footsteps
To overtake time and impel it.
Love plays with time, beyond time.
Love carries the cross of goodness,
And fills the void of understanding!
Sage meanders
Sage observes
Sage proclaims
World's storm clouds unleashed
Wise owls rescue and protect -
New dawn awakens
Healthy - maybe
Global - maybe
Forever - maybe
WHO knows?
Weather life, be happy, be content
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some clues to my Basho-style haiku
13 January 2022
Spin
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
The man who proclaims he’s nothing to conceal,
Is usually the man with it previously from sight.
If he’s attempting to convince you to “trust him”
He’s not being completely honest and forthright.
Every closet has at least one hidden skeleton.
Tom
The salt of the seas
sacred in nature...
the salt spice of life
that sweetens our existence...
Albumin, salt of tears
that we cry with blissfulness or sadness...
the salt of the earth
that is offered to the world
to sprout everything, and can not
be tasteless
(thus proclaims gospel)
cheers to salt
of redemption...!
In a very, deep breath,
Whispered the long sigh
into the darkness.
Sound, like fear
Absence of nothing in the air,
Shared between silence.
Numbness has no voice,
It proclaims the choice.
Of surprise.
Its arrival is similar to a sunset
With no regret
Seen or felt.
Draws out the long word
Never before heard.
He proclaims he is in misery
Broken hearten he is
He is so lonely that he could stay
In the woods for days
Depressed in his thoughts
He sits all alone, with his folded hands around his legs
"i'm in search of love" He mourns
"I’m broken down,
confused, disdained and
my only friend is my misery".