Short Ready(A) Poems

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How To Make a Chocolate Kettle

Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Whishing Things To Gain

For every action, one makes up his mind to take

May expect either some joy from it or some pain

Thus he must be ready a great effort to make

For every single thing, he is yearning to gain!







© Demetrios Trifiatis 
   14 September 2021
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member SEASONALLY READY: A HAIKU TRIO



SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO

Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-

Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-

Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
Form: Haiku

When You Are Ready

"When You Are Ready" – A Triolet

"You must wait for happier days,
   They will come when you are ready."
Is that just a meaningless phrase?
"You must wait for happier days."
Trapped in an eerie monstrous maze
   I have to keep my mind steady!
"You must wait for happier days
   They will come when you are ready!"


LW 01/18/2019
Form: Triolet

WAITING FOR YOU

No push, no pressure, no forced  embrace Just a quiet waiting, in this sacred space.

           When you're ready, a whisper on the breeze,
  My heart will hear you, rustling through the trees.

         Right here I'll be, a beacon in the night,  Waiting patiently, with all my might.

       No expectations, no demands I make,  Just a silent promise, for goodness sake.


Animus In Prelude

Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil

Morning is the enemy.

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