Short Upstage Poems

When darkness seeks to light upstage
and fires of fear within us rage,
win or lose, with love as heart’s muse,
feeling beauteous bliss beat hues, 
coming of age, we turn the page....

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Our furious passions, like wild rams, 

in a fight within our hearts, engage

To a head-butting confrontation, 

Trying, one another to upstage!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
       29 April 2021...

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PASSIONS LIKE THE RAMS


Like the rams,  
Our passions each other up size, 
Before 
In endless fight, within our hearts, they
Engage 
To a head-butting confrontation,
Trying 
One-another to 
Upstage! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     27  MAY 2013...

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Today begins new page:
New book in a new age,
A venture to upstage.


Today new metaphors:
Work sculpts a message for
A society's rapport.


Today ideas we spawn:
Create our profound pond,
Prosper here and beyond.




Leon Enriquez
31 March 2015
Singapore...

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Mum..Why did you give me lego hair.?
To upstage my Alan Carr teeth
And stretch that grey nylon pinefore
Tight
To ridicule my chubby young knees
 
And why dear mummy
Was my elastic bands so tight
As they struggled around my chubs
Was Battleship grey 
The fashion
Of socks those days..
Dear mummy
.
Me thinks not!...

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Feel surge
Prompt urge
Converge


This brink
Now links
Fond think


Then be
Promptly
To see


Plain grounds
Space round
Profound


Take hold
Set goal
Unfolds


New page
New age
Upstage


Feel joy
Hurl ploy
Employ


Calm wit
Can fit
Each treat


Beauty
Can free
Just me




Leon Enriquez
03 De ember 2015
Singapore...

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Desire for applause
soon becomes the cause
of needless bondage,
affirms this adage.

Poets forge from fire,
with the void conspire,
to emote a rhythm,
of words in a prism.

Ego does upstage,
seeking centre-stage,
making a circus
of poem's purpose.

Let the music play
by night and by day,
for we have let go,
seeking no echo.

31-August-2022...

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Inane mind games confront us
and whilst they do not nonplus,
a waste of time to engage,
in manoeuvres to upstage.

We see now why monks retire 
in solitude, for they tire
of such shallow subterfuge,
for God is their soul’s refuge.

Yet if it is so ordained,
our tranquil eye is not strained
by life’s game of push and pull,
for we’re with bliss nectar full.

18-July-2022...

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I portrayed the knave of hearts again,
A role it would seem I was made for.
I ventured off script and silenced my critics
By drinking them under the table.

Classically trained in the tavern arts,
I’m a boozy, bibulous sot.
A virtuoso of chugging a tankard,
A maestro of downing a shot.

I've been typecast as a barfly.
It's the same old morality play.
I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead,
And be star of this grim cabaret....

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Upon waking up from restful slumber,
as we be thus in the in-between stage,
tranquil peace engulfs us from deep under,
with no ego thoughts trying to upstage,
we allow bliss currents, to swathe form cage.
In time stretched stillness, we meld with our soul,
feeling a heightened joy making us whole,
as magnetic bliss fills all voids within,
there remaining for us no earthy goal,
ecstasy unbound felt upon our skin.

02-September-2021...

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