Short Tritina Poems
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anxiety, how i feel, people, remember,
I have always hated crowds,
Too many people huddled close:
Crowds still frighten me.
To try to understand me,
Remember how I hate crowds -
I do not like people too close.
Don't expect me to go too close,
You know it will frighten me.
Keep me away from the crowd.
I will stay here away from the crowd....
Sibling Love ~ (A Tritina)
tritina, brother, family, life, love, sister
I have four brothers.
I have three sisters.
I share with them love.
It's not always easy to love.
Especially those "mean" brothers.
or those "Hootie~snooty" sisters
Those beautiful, caring sisters.
Those wonderfully funny brothers.
Each one easy to love.
Brothers, sisters, a family, filled with love....
Learning To Read
books, children, words,
I was taught to read as a child,
To recognise each word.
All children should learn to read.
There are so many stories to read,
Books to suit every child,
Stories built on one word.
What is your favourite word?
One you were taught as a child?
What a joy to be able to read.
Give thanks to be able to read....
Sport - Naught
how i feel, image, self, sports,
Although I understand I ought,
I've never had much time for sport,
On the pitch, the field, or court.
I was not much good at sport -
Why should the stupid ball be caught?
What a waste of time, I thought.
Competitions that are fought
In so many forms of sport
Have no need of my support.
See you at the local, Sport....
feelings, memory, time,
How swift the passage of time;
stored up memories,
disappear as sailing ships.
Become as ghost ships;
so short grows my time,
as do fading memories.
Can't recover lost memories;
gone are those capsized ships;
I find there is no time.
Time’s so short and memories made
dissipate, as ships lost in fog.
Young And Beautiful
beautiful, girl, hair, rose,
She wore red roses in her raven hair,
And sang old sad romantic songs,
She was young and very beautiful.
She thought roses were so beautiful
That she wore them always in her hair,
As she sang those old romantic songs.
Passers-by would listen to her songs,
For she was young and beautiful,
And men would beg for roses from her hair....
Dance is Done No Fun
how i feel, image, imagery, self, sick,
The flame dances;
A charmed serpent weaves;
Back and forth to the music.
Air waves alive with music,
Make me want to dance;
As I sit here, poetry weaving.
I don’t rise, the room is weaving;
I lose the sound of the music;
I’m dizzy, nauseated; forget the dance.
I’m feeling faint again;
I have that darn flu.
dark, light, night,
It was a dark and stormy night
(Edgar Allan got that line right),
The path was hidden from our sight.
We stumbled on, without a sight,
Anywhere, of a welcome light
That would release us from our plight.
I admit, it was not too bright
To let the torch out of our sight
When we got caught up in that fight.
I just wish I had second sight....
earth, environment, nature, rain, storm, weather,
Crystalline marbles streaming;
Pouring from clouds; rainstorm.
Lightening flickers in the dark.
Night brings the dark;
Hides moonlight streams;
Such rage, have storms.
On the ocean waves, storms
Show their tempers, dark;
Angry waves leave streaming debris.
A simple storm, without an angry, dark temper is preferable.
The Brick House
flower, home, house, image, imagery, inspiration, light,
Standing solid, a house of brick;
Red and yellow in the sunlight,
Not just any box.
Bought by a professional boxer,
With muscles like bricks;
Complete with motion detecting lights.
At night the moonlight,
Lands upon his flower boxes;
Built into the patio of brick.
A patio, complete with solar lights; lovely flower boxes.
She rises high silently at night,
Her beauty an ethereal sight,
Glowing with radiant light.
For many a traveller,her light,
Reveals the path at night,
Beholding her divine sight.
For what could be more than her sight,
Being the guiding light,
On such a lonely night?
For the night will reveal all sight by her light.
12th February 2019
appreciation, image, imagery, imagination, places, poems, time,
Sphinx is ageless,
She’s stood the test of time;
But, not without scars.
Her visage bears the worst scars;
Unkind to her is time;
It pays no attention to age.
Though there is power in time;
It can’t fully heal her scars.
Still, Sphinx can be proud to not look her real age.
Time may heal but, ages of scars, takes quite awhile.
beach, bird, food, mother,
Walking slowly along the beach,
That stretched as far as the eye could reach,
I heard above the seagulls screech.
Loud and piercing, the seagulls' screech,
Urgently hoping to beseech
Further sustenance for each.
It seems that mother seagulls teach
Their youngsters early how to screech,
As their common form of speech.
Perhaps it is "OMG" they screech....
The Night No One Came to Supper
dark, gothic, house, mystery,
The chairs were empty and spare,
The room dark and the table bare,
The night no one came to supper.
When no one came home to supper:
Empty rooms had space to spare,
And wind blew over the table so bare.
Cross creepy hall and counter bare,
Ran a mouse looking for his supper,
But not even a crumb he found spare!
Left at the spare, bare, ghostly supper.
Face of Just Being
dream, how i feel, humor, mirror,
I look into my mirror,
myself again, I face;
a look at my own being.
I wonder if other beings,
look at themselves in a mirror
and see their face or their souls.
When I need to fix my face,
I glance at my own being;
to admire my spirit in the mirror.
When I look, does the mirror
see both of my faces or
am I just a crazy being?
This is a modified Tritina to meet the requirements of the contest:Ten Lines Five Words.
We were pushing our luck
Thinking we could make Adelaide
The wind was hard abeam
Making a full hellish scream
New course need be struck
Fast decision must be made
For my ship the SeaMaid
Hard to port doth seem
The right thing now struck
Luck, make Adelaide hard abeam
The Play Is Made
baseball, basketball, football, fun, games, softball, sports,
Oh, how I love a good game;
I anxiously await my turn,
And then I make my play.
I also love a good play;
Good scripts, for which I’m always game;
Stories with a good turn.
When the tides of stories turn,
It just makes the play
Afterwards, for coffee I’m game.
On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.
dream, earth, imagery, imagination, space, stars, universe,
Eclipse shows only twirling stars;
sister to the sun, Ms. Moon,
disappears out there in space.
There’s more than enough space,
for dancing dervish stars;
Brother Sun and Sister Moon.
A teaser sometimes, Ms. Moon,
plays hide and seek in space;
she thinks she can hide from stars.
Stars will always find Ms. Moon,
no matter where she hides in space!
Floating out to Sea
Floating out to sea in an apple cart
Were three known felons, one with a wheeze
Luckily I was in love with one
He was a man who knew how to have fun
If the cart sprung a leak, would it take my heart?
I held my breath and watched the gentle breeze
Be not afraid. Please put your mind at ease.
They are safe now, sitting in the boat in the sun.
Loving the ocean as a noble art.
Tools Must Be Respected
art, imagery, imagination, inspiration, muse, poems, poetry,
Sculptors carve their rocks,
With very sharp-bladed tools;
They free the art from the stone.
At many concerts are people stoned;
They come to hear great rock;
Musical instruments are rockers tools.
With their trade’s tools;
The Rolling Stones,
Never fail to please with their rock.
If you carve rock with your tools; beware sharp ones if you’re stoned!
animal, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, friend, friendship, horse,
Horse is a powerful friend;
Mankind knows horse will not betray his trust.
The blending of these souls, harmonious.
Life has many harmonies,
Though not all friendships
Breed complete trust.
Those who earn one’s trust,
Cultivators of harmony;
Like a noble steed, one true friend.
One true friend in a lifetime is,
More precious than hundreds we call friends.
Reveille called to the sound of a bugle
The regiment called to duty
The soldiers rally to the call
Its Politian’s that make the call
And pick the tune to bugle
Thier morals you're duty
A soldier as no choice but duty
And must answer the Politian’s call
And die at the call of the bugle
The mournful bugle called you to duty , and you answered the grim reapers call .
appreciation, muse, poems, poetry, poets, words, writing,
Oh how I love poetry!
Soul songs of life and love;
Natural beauty penned by poets.
Blissful songs of emotional poetry;
Penning through human hands, poets;
A vast gift, well-loved.
Poems of joy, sadness, horror and love;
Observations of many lifetimes lived by poets;
We are blessed to have poetry.
Poetry-in-motion is the sweat of muse poet's brow;
a hobby well-loved.
The Ice Man
That Winter night, he slipped on ice
and, sobbing, lay there in the snow;
he feared he'd catch another cold.
He couldn't stand but felt so cold,
his hands and feet had turned to ice;
he shivered, covered by more snow.
He looked just like a man of snow.
Oh, to experience such cold!
He lamely struggled on the ice.
He died on ice and snow, so cold...
written 21st February for Charles' Tritina contest...
Made in God's Image
baby, growth, me,
His spiritual side resides in his soul,
Mental component refers to his mind,
the physical relates to his body.
Play and exercise harden his body,
Moral principles grant hope to his soul
Proper education helps shape his mind.
Reading and being read to boosts his mind,
Nourishing food and drink build his body,
Teaching him honesty braces his soul.
Made in God’s image – soul, mind and body.