Short Scourging Poems
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The bright sun was scourging hot
Under the blue beach
I craved for sugared dessert
Of cold milk, fruits, beans
Jellies, on top of
My sweet ice
Cream!
Love laughs at life,
Scorns the scourging whip of years,
Dulls life’s sawing knife
And watersheds its tears.
Love smiles at death,
Soul withstanding soil,
Heaped upon the flesh whose breath
Expires. Love’s Death’s foil.
Love laughs at life,
Scorns the scourging whip of years,
Dulls life’s sawing knife
And watersheds its tears.
Love smiles at death,
Soul withstanding soil,
Heaped upon the flesh whose breath
Expires. Love’s Death’s foil.
Form:
To go through the Great Passage was Noble
to feel that Sacred Flame that was lost
by the very Scourging it took to create it, not through the Light,
but through the Dark Crucible I found Strength, But by the Light
a Doctrine Of Fire
Impassioned foreboders
Each of which projects
A fearsome sky
Of trees' whistly lead-ball rained
Scourging effects.
Cruel, torturous. And yet
Fine with it, I.
Impatient erasers
As streets flash pale in
Quick banishment
Of what there neath, lazy, lawned
Lie picnicking.
Again accepting. Unless
As one, glass-bent!
Jesus Christ suffered a bloody sweat
a cruel scourging
was crowned with thorns and was crucified
Christ died on Good Friday
Christ suffered and died for our sins
Christ rose from the dead
Glorious and immortal
On Easter Sunday
The 3rd day after His death
After 40 days Christ ascended into heaven
The day on which He Ascended into heaven is called the Ascension day
Whilst a medley of us lied upon the flocculent canvas
An ever so comely sound had been shaped of the void
‘Twas the sharp sound of supremacy coming to pass
Though honored am I to speak
Upon the sweltering passion
‘Twas an invitation like none before
Scourging these bones of the dark
Of which they habitually drink
The quaking quite mollifyingly
Renders a sense of solidarity
To unfathomable tribulation
Refinery
For every truth I’ve sought, and found
I then discerned more lies around;
For every grace I got from God,
Received a scourging with His rod.
For love, and friends, and company,
Night vigils, fasts, and agony.
For coming closer to the Light,
My sins exposed upon the height;
Once mere clay, and sod, and mold,
Now glitter precious flecks of gold.
JVB Orlando, FL 1994
When I was young, oh life,
the breeze of your dreams gently caressed
my enchanted innocent heart
making it believe that all it wished for was
within the reach of the possible.
With the passing of unforgiving time though
and the coming of inescapable old age,
the scourging sun of merciless reality
evaporated youth's illusion:
Of impossibility's nonexistence!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 December 2019
An infinite scourging desert life would be
An endless journey into reality and schemes,
Without oases, where we could rest and cool
If wouldn't have had the chance to make dreams*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 SEPTEMBER 2014
*Inspired by Eileen Manassian’s poem,A DREAM WITHIN REALITY.
And the comment I made: Without dreams ,life would be an endless journey on an infinite scourging desert, without ever finding an oasis to rest for to carry on your voyage!
That argument as dissident
confines as progress stays unkempt.
How single scourging, love unspent
so wastes in apathy to vent.
A time where virtue needs content
too often wrath builds is consent,
as sorrow latent, but then bent
while shadows focus to extent.
Consigning forecast so relent,
apology the needful meant
confuses like no words recant
confers its distance to distant.
And builds enactment's foolish flaunt,
so time away from Thee . . . is haunt!
A depersonalized holocaust slowly proceeds
Under convertible assuaged currency
Separate disparate lives, anonymous dredging
Tear against the land, air, and crawling
Human hands finalized the creed
Scourging banks to let the biosphere bleed
Recognizing no natural dignity
Expect that converted into commodified property
Distraction allows us to peel away
Taking the mind narrower still
And filling the void with caramelized exchanges
Simply look away
The slave servitude continues
Chilling tides turn the leaves of my soul
For Summer's balmy days I pine and troll
Residual reams of light o'er slighted heart scroll
Scourging winds erode my wavering, intellectual pole
Truant feelings flood my sensory console
Alternating, rancid dreams my psyche patrol
Molting mind is making my wit drab, droll
Burrowing through lengthening nights; entrenched mole
Color blind, as metastasizing changes o'er my body roll
Twining memories strand my spirit on life's, rocky shoal
WORDS - ALOUETTE
Nightmares in my skin;
Scourging deep within.
Blood and bones sizzling abreast...
Aged tired nerves plead
from words carving bleed
to screams of cruel arrest.
Head like tomb stillness
chaining rock stiffness.
Iron hurt span rumbling din.
To endure, my gong,
stopping a torch song.
Hence, be far in any sin.
______________________________
CONTEST NAME: SCREWED
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
PLACED 3RD
(c)O.E. Guillermo
10:52pm
September 05, 2014