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Categories:
supplicate, beautiful, blessing, extended metaphor,
Form: Carpe Diem
To Royal Prince George and Royal Princess Charlotte
How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not?
In a supplicating interlocking prayer
I witnessed so many times , simplicity
Ode to divinity.
After all those are left, one by one
after asking me, "What we may do, for a room-u?"
I remained silent, as God speaks in hands, often.
We, muslims, supplicate with concave hands, and through yearning
Once the interlocking prayers are accepted we all will go "Home"
Even beyond homeland security
MFA class in PM time, that often in competition with God
Godsay and God say are in "issueroom" for a "room-u" reason.
To troubleshoot you need an origin, method and mannerism that piled up, through all these years, as cumulous clouds clutter and declutter, in a poem, "The stranger", or a magnum "The stranger,"
If I see them ever again, back in my life
I will ask a policeman to have a wishful sleep
so that the acro climbs up the royal Tajweed
The Boldest and True.
And so on...
1-19-2024
Categories:
supplicate, baptism,
Form: Prose Poetry
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
Categories:
supplicate, love, war,
Form: Rhyme
Burn Not the Bridges
Life is a hubris to uncertainty!
One day you are a prince,
The next day you are a slave.
Indeed, the world is round:
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We know that focus rewards,
For you cannot move on,
With eyes fixed to the past;
Reconcile with the past ordeals,
And burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Time heals but the scabs remain,
To remind of time lost in agony,
For they’ll thrust you to destiny;
Because everyone has a date with it.
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Be solicitous for affluence,
And supplicate day and night,
As you abide in pilgrimage,
To bribe the gods for restitution,
Yet, Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We strive and seek haven,
Where abundance, power and security resides;
We trample on neighbor’s shoulders,
To triumph in the “game of life”
We burn the bridges,
And drown as we use the river again.
Categories:
supplicate, allegory, break up, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Stepping Softly onto her heart of
Jubilation she reminds me of my
Priorities such like roses and
Emeralds she is the explanation
Of my destination
I love you in so many ways wise words
Can not express I know I'm
Taking risks but I must persist
Especially when you flirt with me
Flirtatiously I will be gentle with
Swollen kisses and magic
Shooting star wishes
Hear the legislation of my
Exploration elegant elation
Spurs me I positively inject my
Dedication of Ambitious
Roseward adoration
I love you honestly it is my
Indearment I plead I supplicate
Fragile agitation sparks of love
Escalate emotions as we meet
I love you more with each passing day
fever compulsion
Constant cosmic conception
I am adventurous I do venture
Into love this is the venturing
Emitting rays of glorious love My
Love is of virtue I promise you
Categories:
supplicate, confidence, feelings, gender, life,
Form: Alliteration
In these colors, do you see red out there?
And in red, do you need strength?
Are you someone needed to be mightier?
In these colors, do you feel green somewhere in?
Do you believe in warmth, grass-root progression?
Or, one day closer in, to fade in within the horizon?
In these colors, will you ever prefer brown?
Skin-colored divine codes, still arrogant in denial?
The huge Carpe-Diem, calling you and me, to chime in.
In these colors, will you ever supplicate for the gray one?
White and black, black and white, color mixing hippy lives...
An utter failure or, an anonymously gray one.
In these colors, do you see a color, for you and me, and a moon?
The cosmic terrain, crawling in into laughter, festoon and religious boons?
Reaching for your hands there, farther down to start within.
Eid Mubarak
Categories:
supplicate, hope,
Form: Free verse
The way she sleeks through the spent waves
like a snake slithering within petrol slipped rainbow puddle
hypnotical the pull of her pools
moonbows supplicate before they echo in her depths
The sheen that meanders on her water defying suppleness
but lies in a pupil
safe
Categories:
supplicate, fantasy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What are the world's current requisites?
Is preferable to intelligence than bellicosity.
We should stoop our heads like wind chimes,
Additionally, supplicate our Almighty God.
It doesn't matter if you approve it or not,
Ultimately, the answer is in your hands.
With a little blot, you cannot go wrong,
Regardless of what you might do.
Others will be exonerated and scrutinized,
It's almost as though they're finely rung.
Consider them as if they are pleased and jubilant,
When you stand together, you will be magnificent.
I'm aiming to lessen my rating and increase my love,
This action should be carefully examined.
Being exempt from the requirement to assign a score,
As a consequence, the path will be unambiguous.
Punters, first and foremost, notice your spirit,
In the long run, you might consume the right to see.
That every one of us will provide his fair share,
As a result, harmony will be defined by no rules.
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 24, 2022
Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
supplicate, analogy, angst, bereavement, peace,
Form: Free verse
Silence reigns 'tis midnight hour
I'm weak and feeble he will empower
Decided to petition creator
Tranquil time with humanities maker
Am in search of gentle respite
Away from unrest and turmoil of life
Empathy absent on our earthly sphere
Rise of indifference - unpolished sneer.
Cleared my mind of negative thought
Waiting on answers away from onslaught
Stillness of midnight a quite wait
Humble and hopeful I supplicate.
Categories:
supplicate, prayer,
Form: Couplet
We supplicate her when we mourn
She is the rose and we the thorn
to those who sorrowfully grieve
alone, bewildered and forlorn
She offers sinners a reprieve
and comforts sad hearts that aggrieve
Lifts us up when we're feeling down
In her we must deeply believe
She can remove a worried frown
Rescue us when we start to drown
Grant us the courage to endure
A saving grace without a crown
Humbly, do we pray to ensure
our faith is virtuous and pure
This Christian virtue we should seek
For hope we pray. God, we adjure
He blesses the modest and meek
who are weary, fragile and weak
But with hope as a dividend
our lives will no longer look bleak
On our Lord's love we can depend
Hope He provides as a godsend
to ease fears and anxieties
God is our Father and our Friend
Categories:
supplicate, hope,
Form: Rubaiyat
wishing for heaven
supplicate in front of god
solace in hardship
Categories:
supplicate, analogy, confidence, god,
Form: Haiku
Rain that slowly pelts
on the roses in sorrow,
don't make them weep any longer,
instead whisper the last melody
that they learned from the merry lark
that helped them through their agony!
Thousands are the warm raindrops
that fall from swollen clouds
effecting the words I'm writing
on the lines of this notebook;
rain of the happiest of seasons,
keep these tears from falling and save
this poem from disappearing:
everybody must know of my legacy!
Cliff swallows gathered
under the dripping gutters,
raise your soft churs
to the immense space
and supplicate the unstoppable rain
to cease and make you sing
more harmoniously than ever!
Lilies of delicate aspect, don't erase the candor
which made me unique in all emotions
and thoughts, leave it intact as my character;
o flowers chosen by me for their purity:
adorn my grave until November arrives
and gelid wind will disperse them!
How much joy it would offer me, beyond relief,
if strangers who appreciate my humane poetry
brought flowers from a near meadow
and lied them down gently and whistling
the last melody, so cheerfully, recognized
what I heartedly gave to all of Humanity!
Categories:
supplicate, appreciation, death, flower, grave,
Form: Free verse
Oh, mighty Cupid,
You:
Winged son of Venus,
Love's infallible archer,
Irresistible charmer of human affection.
On my knees, I supplicate you,
To surpass yourself this time
By
Not sparing any heart
From
The sweetest aches of all
That
Your enchanting arrows could
Ever inflict,
Thus
The bliss of heavens,
Each mortal would be able to live,
On earth today!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 FEBRUARY 2021
From the depths of my heart, I wish every one of you my friends:
Happy Valentines Day! May God bless all of you and keep you safe!
Categories:
supplicate, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
The nurse said, “ This will soothe your pain. “
My left hand was connected with Iv.
And, I was observing how
The blood flows through the narrow pipes
A playtime for my very own blood!
The nurses were talking among themselves
Why the veins are not prominent enough,
How I should help them to make it visible
Visible enough for another poke.
I was lying there,
In between sleep and consciousness
I was lying there,
Amidst hopelessness and timelessness.
And I was looking at the
television in the corner of the room
Where life advertises 24 hours
Its diversified colored illusions...on and on.
And suddenly I felt calm, I felt peace
I felt I can lie here and at least supplicate to God
For His mercy, to expiate my sins once and for all.
I was not able to move any of my hands,
One was stuck with Iv, the other one with an oximeter.
Alone there, I felt for a moment that God forgave me, perhaps.
And the nurse came back. “ We are ready to send you home!”
Categories:
supplicate, surreal,
Form: Free verse
HALLELUJAH
Praise be-
God made me
Praise be-
Jesus set me free
Praise be-
Holy Spirit helps me,free-to-be
Praise be-
with new eyes I see
Praise be-
a kingdom child,I,yours,truly
Praise be-
ever,only,Thee
As in worship,these hands I raise
from this mouth,these words in praise
Categories:
supplicate, christian, word play,
Form: Verse
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