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Time is,
flawless watch...
don't delay,
do not advance,
don't stop
unfailingly
chronologically
in right course...!
No one has ever taught a seed how to sprout and how a flower to be yet unfailingly does it with God's grace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 July 2017
You bring the mail unfailingly
In sun and wind and rain
With cheery smile and bright “Hello"
And "Turned out nice again"
May I suggest a strategy
To brighten all our lives
Bring a million pounds from Ernie
Instead of twenty-fives!!
Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.
There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.
It appears undaunted, unstrainably
By duties dictated exclusively
To provide protection unfeignfully
For needed traveling unharmfully.
It safely furnishes luminescence
As proven effective unfailingly
In guiding seafarers efficiently
To harbors constructed judiciously.
Oh moon!
in night you stroll
amidst stars,
a silhouette a day,
why?
Oh moon!
to eulogize, an exemplar!
in night, a guide!
albeit this honour,
a form a day!
why?
night, if you’ve gone astray,
no joy for us,
oh moon!
form, beside the point,
come unfailingly,
to entertain us!
come lastingly.
Tomorrow will come; I know it will
yet, unfailingly, I doubt it still.
I lack faith to close my eyes without
a small niggling element of doubt;
that maybe I'll never see next morn,
or that perhaps I am not yet born.
But one fear is there I cannot bear;
that I awake and you are not there.
Always so... cordial
Unfailingly... polite
Cold-as-ice... phony smiles
plastered to our faces
Tedious, boring... but not unpleasantly so
nodding, agreeing... with nothing in particular
Infernos of hatred raging within us
probing, never piercing, civility's placid surface
Time is:
A voracious and emotionless beast
That, eventually, everything in its passage devours
Regardless of whether it is
Good or bad,
Pretty or ugly,
Young or old,
For
Unfailingly, the commands of growth and decay
Obeys!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2018
Beautiful
well-defined calves
that meet with
curvaceous thighs;
no stunning
crown of glory -
but a solid foundation!
From the time
I first stood up
and toddled
at seven months -
till today -
unfailingly
they’ve carried me down life’s path.
Written 6/17/12
for nette onclaud's
THE CROWN OF MY BODY----A WHITNEY Poetry Contest
When I count the possessions
I have in my life
And on dark days
See them as few.
I'm reminded of something
I have beyond price
All my riches are
There in you.....
The warmth of your smile,
The touch of your hand,
The sweet gentleness
In your eyes.
The unselfish love
You unfailingly give,
I know you are
My richest prize.
La Tour Des Baleines
In Misses Halliday’s community,
A lighthouse steadily illuminates
That coastal location. Containerships
Can safely navigate. Supertankers
Can avoid incidents. Superliners
Can protect passengers unfailingly.
This noble edifice, designated,
(From francais translated): “Tower-Of-Whales”.
Mark Halliday
Contest: Lighthouse
19 September 2014
They were all briskly heading
For a full member's wedding
With an attached harsh Levy
Only too fittingly heavy
For The Careless Absentee,
Who had stayed back like a tree;
Not The Dying at that time,
For that is Poor Health's own crime
A New Couple for wild cheer
While not skipping pleasing beer;
Charles and Eve watch as they join
And their church leave as one loin!
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Tears fall. I loved your heart, and I always will.
Young people have a reason to be
Excited by the future they see
Not like me
Enthusiastic about what they do
Sincerity shining through
Like mine used to
Alive with energy day and night
They stay unfailingly polite
Not grouchy like me, right...
With the best of intentions I awaken
By afternoon I see I'm mistaken
My hope and my faith truly shaken
If my writing ever takes me
Even close to notoriety,
(Or infamy; more likely)
And my poems marry paper,
Become books lost in libraries,
They will house a small biography,
Black and write and written for me,
(With a greyscale portrait, maybe)
And my life will be condensed.
'She lives, and she lives happily,
With the one she loves unfailingly.'
And that will tell sufficiently
Of the muse behind my words.
Life Is a Race
Mary had a little lamb
Whose love was pure as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
He followed and followed unfailingly
Relishing even her presence.
Until he started wondering whether
His absence make any difference.
Read the FULL poem on my blog:
http://shivammurarispoetry.blogspot.in/2017/07/life-is-race_28.html
Please pay a visit. See you there!
Oh, mighty Time,
You, father of life and death,
Who
To a voracious and emotionless beast, you are transformed
That, eventually, everything in its passage devours
Regardless of whether it is,
Strong or feeble
Good or bad
Pretty or ugly
Young or old
For
Unfailingly, the commands of growth and decay
You, oh Time, have to eternally,
Uphold!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 December 2021
You may any nearby mess
Some tomorrow access
Just to cleanly assess
Their customary dress …
Still it is an easy guess,
What they wear at officers’ mess:
More of a liberating mufti than less;
The Civilly Military for Easeful Recess …
A body cover to unfailingly bless
But fail to grant “A Dress”,
Because it does slowly impress
And wearer’s skeleton does stress …
But wisely they wear at the mess
What you wash and need not press.
What is it in the nature of your soul
that wills me to want to know more?
A God-annointed angel will know
who by His hand made you soar.
You were cradled at earth’s conception
with gifts of light in this mortal sphere.
Thus to all you touch you give direction,
heavenly inspiration is unfailingly near.
That much I know beyond any doubt
it is as certain as God's Son is alive.
It reveals in truth what you are about—
celestial brilliance to ensure we thrive.
Love will never prevail.
Love will never lose.
For Love is not over,
not under.
Love is between, amongst.
Tendrilous, between
Hearts.
We that Love may fail.
We that Love may prevail.
But in our winless,
in our success,
we will know Love.
And this is no final victory,
it is a uniting of the you, the me.
Not in contest but in the heart
of our very breast.
Love cannot prevail.
Love cannot fail.
Let us not fail Love
by asking her to fight.
-ShhDragon
This year is winding down to its end.
Christmas is but two weeks away.
How quickly do the seasons
come and go . . . come and go -
flowing through our world
like flurries of
winter’s new-
fallen
snow.
But
like snow,
which always
unfailingly
melts away, so too
do our memories fade
as seasons become decades
melting into the centuries.
This year soon shall pass; bid it Adieu.
For the Double Nonet Contest of William Kekaula
Syllables checked by HMS