Short Specific Poems
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Poetry is no picnic,
The writer needs awareness;
Emotion is specific,
The words are not meaningless.
Form: Tanaga
The only fruits that have no specific season to ripen are those of wisdom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 November 2022
If you're not good be prolific
the girls will think you're terrific
Said Dr. Ruth
It is the truth
She couldn't be more specific
Edvard Munch's work often neurotic
His 'Madonna'* is much more specific
A typical recurring theme
the artist's extrovert dream
Summer defeatists, it is not done,
Until there is equal dark & sun.
The Autumnal Equinox, to be specific:
Sept. 22, 1:02 pm Pacific.
Time is a journey
_ I, am open-hearted,
_ But what about the trip
at the next stop?
The_Certain sunset... void
of life
a specific case...
The day I tell my parents
That they are abusive
Will be the same day
I tell them I’m not straight.
To be more specific,
Absolutely never.
1/7/18
He sleeps like a koala from seven to eleven.
While I'm here simply left waiting and wondering just when
Is the specific time that I can even speak to him again.
when some things stop
others begin
it is fractals
marking density
patterns of voids
as spaces
in infinite
relativities
subject to laws of nature
stan sand
I'm currently in
a velutinous mood; Hell
were unable to
find a specific purpose.
But only until what grows
inside me, at last gets cropped.
(5-75-77-7)
Guess one could say this guy's prolific
Turning out poems in my hieroglyphics
Perhaps misunderstood
Been since boyhood
Just babbling on bout nothing specific
I wear the most fragrant of all fragrances called Champagne Toast,
Because it was the specific scent she had loved the most,
So I am also in a way honouring her very own ghost.
chakras whir
betwixt bliss beats
no preference is assigned
to any specific energy centre
for in wholeness of being
void centric awareness
is free from concepts
27-January-2023
These games are held
In forest or plain
Or even out at sea
Where each shall pose the contest
Specific to it’s breed
And in our way
These games we play
When animal values succeed
Altruistically hedonistic
Your love flow
Is specific
Monosyllabic and rustic
Your reliability excites me
It’s refreshingly different
I’m enjoying my life
In this upright position
Form:
These two eyes
Often viewed in the light and dark
Don't be tired
While watching
The face of the wife
I am lost
In the same face
Without any question mark
And without any specific answer!
It’s rather terrific
To be prolific
Always specific,
Never horrific
Call it artistic
When eccentric
Say it’s magic,
Better still organic.
Written March 30, 2022
My wife Cathie accuses me of being a flirt
Getting all sweaty seeing another short skirt
To be more specific
Females are more rhythmic
Swinging and swaying much like a yummy dessert
opinionated
sop box
rants
not really
dealing with
a specific
situation
instead
venting
over
past
hurts
never
truly
moving
past any
issue that
plagued the
scarred soul
For each specific thing that one performs
Easy it is us him to criticize
But if we try better than him to do
We may fail the same task to realize.
©Demetrios Trifiatis
08 May 2021
"Prayer is the art and science
of moving thought for a specific creation...
The more clear and defined,
the greater the demonstration"
(be the peace that
surpasses all understanding)
The old bent withered tree had weathered many storms.
At one point, a hollowing out began at its thickest part.
A specific shape took form; the old tree had grown a heart.
For Sijo contest by Rick Parise
Hieroglyphic alphabet
Word pictures I’ve never met
Represents an object round
Also, a specific sound
Ancient Egyptians used it
Double birds quite the hit
Letter L is a lion
Ancient writing made for dy’n.
Milton Berle said, “sex at 84 is terrific”
“Especially the one in the winter to be specific”
That's downright silly
4 times a year, me and my filly
A real swinger she's always been and so prolific
I asked the old fruit tree out back
To bare something sweet for a snack
Went back the next day
His root was displayed
I chopped him down quick in one whack
an original poem by the poemdog Daniel Turner