Short Unaltered Poems
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Love is the only true treasure that its value unaltered remains either in life or in death!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 August 2016
We attended a hilarious live concert
With our favorite funnyman Brian Regan unaltered
A very special guy
Humour quite rye
An honor to attend his stage show overt
Unaltered by time
Never ruled by impermanence
Older than this earth
Older than life and creation
And yet how difficult it is
To claim what is mine
To be what I am
In this body feeling and mind
Her perfume scent lingers
triggering lives with shots of translucent recurring images and flickering pages,
permanently installed unto memories and times
that unfurl bringing
to us unaltered,
visions of her fragments
left behind…….
Form:
Unaltered
One’s true self
Altered in Faith
To be your best
Emotions… memories
Unaltered, without peace
Altered in Faith
Emotions and memories
Are boxed and put away
Unaltered
Will return another day
Keep the Faith
Copyright January 2024
A hand was put in my hand
I remember fifty years back
I still hold that hand firmly
Today unaltered.
Our wedding was accomplished
Exactly fifty one years back
The celebrations of it
Continues this day.
Anniversary is time
To celebrate today’s joy
The memories of yesterday
Hopes of tomorrow
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Startled by the hallucination
of himself upon the wall
The man of a compromised conscience
cringes with apprehensive velocity
Debilitating panic emerges
with a disconcerting air of predictability
Transporting him, intangibly, to a setting that prohibits
his own narration
Forcing him to endure his biography
without any preferred revisions
Ameer Balaaj Tipu Truckan Wala
Got money and fast cars but life is not easy
Everyday is a struggle and everyday is a fight
That is how it is it's always been this way
Protected by guards and an immense security
Frankly and unashamed at death like a child
Laden with hope of victory and fear from defeat
Unaltered and unshaken still want to compete.
Your version of sober is not mine,
I do not blame you I blame culture;
Wasted words you will not remember,
probably better to stay silent;
For me an unaltered state is fine,
that’s not for everyone I am sure;
I’d rather not end up hung over
I would like to talk about time spent;
You are claiming clean on that bender,
my definition was never bent.
My existence speaks of roses
I'm blood
Breath of thrones.
It speaks the essence of my soul.
I pour oils on my skin
Scented like unripe spring flowers.
But the essence stays unaltered.
Veils of softness don't soothe the hurting.
Stabbing.
Like a midst of a sunset or autumn.
When death murmurs colorful lullabies
And soothes us with warmth
Into another life
Always be careful to speak unaltered truth
For lies will often return to haunt the soul
An important lesson learned in our youth,
Little attention to truth does take its toll.
Besides, to lie is considered most uncouth
Destroying credibility, truth be told,
Causing a painful strain on relationships
Especially when we tend to have loose lips.
Written September 21, 2022
Cleanse my shoulder;
burden that my life once bound.
Cleanse my self;
only memories stay but not my bond.
Cleanse my shroud;
my only attire for my end.
Cleanse my sins;
my soul will be blessed.
Cleanse my sanctuary;
I shall lay forever on this bed.
By welcoming death;
my life will be perfected.
Farewell the Rests,
may we meet again unaltered.
edited 2/12/2020
After the storm,
no more shall ye calm
for into you heart
an unknowing bomb.
Lips that are pretty,
no longer they shine
from long stollen kisses
from nothing devine.
Thoust does distract,
an unaltered mind
when the clock ticks
and unknowst the time.
Envy thy not,
what thou doest not own
a memory unique
of love and thy home
Alter thy heart,
clutter thy tongue
close thyne eyes
for all things undone.
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
I wish i were home,
i were happy,
I wish the mountains were visible
And the beauty not forbidden
I wish my morning tea
Was amongst the valleys, aroma dispersed
I wish that Jhelum’s water
Cleansed me every morning
I wish my breakfast was amongst the pine trees
The shades of whose remained unaltered
I wish that the smells of gunpowder
and the discrete dread was gone
I wish my life was not just “a wish”
I wish I was not a “Kaash-meri”
When the mirror's unfamiliar,
What do you do?
When your image is a stranger,
Who simply looks like you?
Do you like this new version,
Who you hadn't noticed forming?
Or were you better before this,
In your unaltered glory?
Do you find you can talk to the silver glass woman?
Or does she not fit in your head anymore?
The eyes and the hair and the skin are no different,
But she's changed underneath, and you can't call her yours.
I killed my hope within me
And found it quite stillborn.
I let my anger sway me
And met the perfect storm.
My vessel looks unaltered,
My future seems assured,
But destiny has faltered.
Intent is unsecured.
My every motion runs
Away into the night.
My agitation shuns?
The still small voice of right.
No weapon comes so ready
And willing to the hand
Than that which will unsteady
The ground on which I stand.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
How confused a man feels
When he is ready for deals
He cannot decide definitely
What can be proper reveals?
Blur out the secrets to others
May cause so many dangers
And hiding to much of facts
Will make you alien traders
Speaking too much can lead
To sow severe disputed seed
But keeping silent too much
Causes a suspicion to breed
A response well measured
Steadfast as well unaltered
Can be an all right choice
Where one is not bothered
How confused a man feels
When he is ready for deals
He cannot decide definitely
What can be proper reveals?
Blur out the secrets to others
May cause so many dangers
And hiding to much of facts
Will make you alien traders
Speaking too much can lead
To sow severe disputed seed
But keeping silent too much
Causes a suspicion to breed
A response well measured
Steadfast as well unaltered
Can be an all right choice
Where one is not bothered