When Your eyes become moonstones
on the shore of death,
I will kiss You with bloodtone breath...
As chaos becomes a catalyst
to mood electric blue,
embrace the voltage vibing true...
Tremble, O heart humble red,
a tremor arrives to blush,
skin warm from love's rush...
I AM Yours...every pulse a spiking of You...
J.A.B.
Terraform, revolve thee thrice.
Shape the world and go.
Poisoner, bail with thy splice.
Carrion, my crow.
Doubtless, O derision.
The end will come with mirth.
Ingrate! Indecision!
Exactly what we're worth!
Choose a path, eagle, and fly.
Straight if you can plan.
Death god, do ye rule the sky?
Belladonna, ban.
Coyote, thy trickery.
Fancy-free, south sea.
Benefits are pure mercy?
Get on them and be.
Holy savior, thy best line.
Anytime, sunshine.
Ocean water, blind is brine?
Boiled to their refine.
Crocus flower, love. Above?
Push, next door to shove?
Carapace, O turtledove?
Well, it's best thereof.
Singular? Murmur, occur?
Frankincense, thy myrrh.
Reality, pass in blur?
O ogre, thy fur!
Conifer, cathedral. Floor?
O downpour, thy roar.
Chosen people, at the door?
Lettuce, have some more...
.
it's that
make-up
thing
and bath'n
i can't smell
thuh
difference
i mean
'twixt thuh strawberry
auburn
or
blond
whut
')>
Thrice the ached to lose child.
Tight-grasped of, and as soft
A hand. The true key of
Home; and its love!
Leading on, more beguiled
Mother, motherly wife
Lastly, whilst Earth farewell
Myself, angel.
To know that you know, shakes fragile ground
under what's unanswerable
crying out for the answers
to why this—that occurs
we bridge the gap with
a mythical
solution
put in
charge
here
there
ceding control
to omniscient servitude.
We know we can't master storms nor fate
nor read the grammar of seasons.
So we summon intention
to order the chaos
from the know-it-all
we put in charge,
we can name,
blame and
damn
as
cause
for all the gaps
in our shortfall of knowings.
We see how causes fail, fall away
as our knowledge and learning grows.
With the mystical dwindling
to explain, it recedes
into the background
left to beliefs
held by faiths
yearning
to
be
made
a whole being
spiritually complete.
We went once, then thrice again,
Pushed through struggles all in vain.
A mountain of trust came crashing down,
By jealousy small, it wore the crown.
We went once, then five times near,
Yet still too late, it was clear.
Regret consumed for futile tries,
While memories lingered, and hopes would rise.
We went once, then ten times more,
Took on tasks we couldn’t restore.
"Next time, we’ll succeed," we’d say,
Dreaming idly, wasting the day.
We went once, then a hundred rounds,
Through winter, spring, and autumn grounds.
Envy burned for others’ gift,
While hearts with bitterness did drift.
We went once, then a thousand ways,
Madness met us in the haze.
Chasing dreams that weren’t to be,
We lost it all, our destiny.
"How are you, my friend ?"
I am not nice
I am full of vice
and sometimes, yes, I do entice
I don't like pasta, I take rice
and if you invade my temple
I'll trample you like mice
or squash you between the nails
like a loathsome lice
so before you ask me again
here's my advice
oh no, not twice better think thrice.
did it suffice ?
or shall I say more...
in this life, how I am
how I remain
where we always pay the price
no matter how much we try to spice
being born IS the sacrifice
and I ask you, if God does not,
then who is throwing the dice?
hey, I may be a little bitter
but my heart is not ice
there is nobody
who is not a little bryce
and trapped like a hungry wolf
in their own device.
(10.28.2023)
plane is very far away
looks from very far
It moves very slowly.
Always the Lord loves us much
not just thrice a day…
let's thank Him, spreading joy's peace!
God bountifully provides
surpassing triple blessings…
let's share with others!
The Saviour knows best
yon three times of what we planned…
let's trust* His sovereign power!
*Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
Haiku along didactic form
December 15, 2022
1st place, "Triple New Charlieku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 1/4/2023.
Thrice as I am;
Thrice be it, I
Thrice, am I
It Is Done!
~ I Am
Thrice death has knocked at the same door
Husband, wife, brother are all gone
Fell victims to COVID-19, which I abhor
Thus all have seen eternity's dawn!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2021
* I am mourning today the death of another member of my family who
passed on yesterday following the death of his sister and his brother-in-law.
At the same time, a first cousin has been rushed into an intensive care unit of COVID-19.
NOTE: THE FIRST COUSIN DIED TODAY - 11 JULY 2021. HE IS THE 4TH MEMBER OF THE SAME FAMILY THAT COVID-19 CLAIMS IN THREE MONTHS AND THE SIXTH OF MY IMMEDIATE FRIENDS THEREFORE I DO NOT FEEL WRITING POETRY FOR THE TIME BEING. GOD KEEP YOU SAFE. TAKE CARE.
when men act like mice
who really makes their choice
yeah ~ that other voice
By
David Kavanagh
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep has wagered
And finding yourself in the mindless
spatial wasteland
You play two-handed poker
with the devil of your fright
The Prince holding just one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He deals chance from the bottom,
this third time to be the charm
Your hand is folded,
as the present fires upon the night
Hitting your fate dead center,
all that’s left in quicker sand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation left in full retreat
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Grey ashen permeates
Your solitary existence.
Locked and shackled
At your minds insistence.
Presented my lively colors
Of sacrifice.
Happy hues rejected,
Not once, but thrice.
Some comprehend not,
What others endure,
To give endless color,
For another's dim world.
They seep in pity,
Harbor anger, complain.
Their self loathing black,
Sets fire to rain.
They say death comes in threes
And love has killed me three times.
I am Lazarus and Odin,
I am Persephone
But I won't come back this time.
Yes, I could fly
But I like the sinking.
I sink like Osiris,
I am Lemminkainen
Dionysus has seen death and couldn't stop drinking
I am too drunk to follow Truth's direction
I can't make it right, I'm all that is left
I was whole and can bring charges to some for theft
And ask for the life of the one responsible for my death
Who has denied me thrice in one breath.
I'll be honest, my lovers maimed me but I committed suicide
I'm not as strong as Mother to spring back from winter
So don't look at me and decide I deserve life
My crimes are heinous and death still too good for a sinner
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