At the touch of Divine love every scar of the soul is instantly healed.
Demetrios Trifiatis
04 October 2026
The sun climbs the glass-faced towers, Mist rises from ploughed paddocks.
Buses exhale diesel into the air, Fresh-turned earth lifts its dark, clean scent.
Coffee and pastries tumble into the street, Dew beads cold along the crushed grass.
My shoes kick paper from the pavement, My boots wake dust from the track.
A siren threads its needle through traffic, A kookaburra cracks the stillness.
Rain blurs the lines of the streets, Rain wakes the sharp smell of earth.
Fences divide the street from home, Fence lines loosen into distance.
At night, the city refuses darkness; At night, the stars reclaim the sky.
I look between the towers for one clear star, I look down the road for one clear light.
Where must these wisps of words lie?
When these limbs are lost and tortured by the taste of touch,
Let the sky hold our voices in a ventura vortex,
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
our twirling twinkles aren’t meant to be locked in glass jars,
Hopelessly harboring the starvation for your grunts,
If you dare, pierce the navigating needle of night
Torment the twisted thread of the moon,
Sew the silhouette of our songs into the slopes of my skin,
Sultry seamster, sway the sounds of unspeakable sins,
Deep into the hidden places where I begin,
Make a madness out of my resisting lips until they comply
Corrupt the parts I pretend to play,
“a damsel in deny.”
Don’t let the sheets speak of the heat I hide,
When the tailored tints on these thighs were stolen for a reckless joyride,
Guide my graze along the spine of your abyss,
For the ridges of your lungs left an addictive ambiance,
Venomous ventriloquist, versed to veil the vixen of the vapors.
When we were together you and me,
Our love shone out for all to see.
I knew all of you from top to toe.
I could smell you, I could feel you all day and night and in every dream,
You were there in the breeze, there in the rustling leaves of the trees,
I could see you in the clouds and in the brightest twinkling star.
But in a flash you had gone!
Disappeared with someone new.
The world went black, I was lost, I felt under attack,
I never slept, I never ate,
I resigned myself to any fate.
You were still there, everywhere,
I could see you and smell you, every bit of you that I knew so well.
In dreams I would kiss you and hold you,
Then in the morning I would realize I was just being tortured by the taste of touch.
my ...
fingers are
tactile moonbeams …
and like that porcelain light
I let them dance upon you, bare -
tiptoe across your shy
places with a
delicate (but deliberate)
adoration ...
many, the times they've made
this dermal sojourn
yet each is as if the first -
softer, sweeter, more
sure that the journey is as savory
as it’s delicious end …
each inch, it's own mystery
here-and-there your flesh jumps and
rises as you coo and sigh -
little bumps follow that spread
to the rest of you
like moonlite spattering the sea …
but your sea is mine -
an ocean of tender integument
beneath my touch …
much deeper
and darker
warmer …
and where I
long to …
drown.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Love is the key
To being me
To being you
To being us
World needs more love
Do you agree ?
Show it to all
Love is the key
People hurt so much
A touch of love
They sure do need it
To change their life
I did it today to a guy
In church
All I said was your so cool
It made him feel good
This poem is for a competion I've been asked to enter for WI will be displayed at Westmourland show in Cumbria topic was Hands of Friendship gets judged on 20th August thought I'd share with my soup family.The original is all different colours but didn't work in colour here.
H ands Reaching out to one another
A lways give friendship and love
N ever feel lonely again ~ when you have friends
D o unto others as you’d like done to you
S o to make friends reach out in friendship
O nly make someone feel special
F riendship helps lonely,hurting abused hearts
F orever friendship breaks barriers down
R each out touch the world with love
I n the WI I hope to make friends ~ be a friend
E verlasting hands of Friendship ~ heal our world
N eeds are met when friends care
D ont forget someone needs your friendly smile
S ing songs of love together
H eal our village, land, world with love
I t is good to be a true friend ~ trust me
P eople grasp the hand of Friendship today
Acrostic poem written by scottydotti_the_poet 10/08/2026
hands soft like cotton
you touch my cheek to kiss me
instantly love struck
Now I will never be dirt free
You've covered me head to toe
It's in my hair and in my mouth
Stuck like gum in the roots of my hair
A sour taste like a lemon or a not-yet-ripe strawberry
No matter how much I bathe
You’ve done the irreversible
The unforgivable
I am treated like a garden bed
Used in the spring and neglected in the winter
You use me to grow new things
like roses and fruits and berries
I hope everything you grow wilts rots away like the maggots that fill your sick mind and sick heart
You are an earth worm, but I am not your filth to consume
No matter how much you change
Now I will never be dirt free
The beautiful impossible motion,
can we see, feel, touch motion?
No,
we see, feel, touch the results of motion.
Motion stands still,
until we use it.
We humans have no motion until we move,
walking, running, or maybe dancing.
Even weather has no motion,
until it speaks.
The winds blow with motion,
we then see the leaves move.
Everything starts out with no motion,
moving gives motion to the movement.
We can not see, feel or touch motion,
yet we can see, feel, touch motion in action.
What a wonderful impossible thing motion has been.
Rip went to ‘Magicians School’
learned tons of tricks
But where was the magic
Not one made me flip
A school can only teach so much
Magic takes a special touch
Maybe you're born with it
Maybe you acquired it
Even 'Magic School' can't require it
Blue is the color that fills your room every time.
Waiting for my train; l lied to my mom.
Brown is the color of your eyes that I fell in love with.
My heart was broken, how did you fix it?
We're lying on your couch.
"Home alone" and gentle touch.
Midnight; the Christmas tree
And your hot, sweet black tea.
You warm me with your hands,
I kiss your perfect face and...
I wanna dance with you in the rain or snow,
In very worst heat or great storm.
You caught me when I was falling (down).
I'm so afraid of being alone now.
Green is the color of my eyes that you look into
every time I come to your town.
Black is the color of my T-shirt, that smells like you,
Now it's in the air when I think of you, babe.
Small pizza;"I care a lot"
Boy I know what you want.
Our photos on your phone.
Scarlet marks on collarbone.
You hold my hands till they're warm.
The world's gray, but we are golden.
I wanna dance with you in the rain or snow,
Even if they say it is wrong.
You caught me when I was falling (down).
My whole world is you and I.
screaming devoid of any true emotion
I cannot disappear into other worlds
as I could once
the baby is watching and
the world
is
So Loud.
my hobbies seem meaningless, I hide
Suicidal thoughts behind a quivering
hand and false promises yet
No one
Notices.
I am pressure
building.
I will explode in an array of sunshine, milk,
honey,
a scattering aftermath of grotesque figurines.
my sense of self
is gone.
I cannot picture my face,
much less look.
much less touch.
that girl is gone & who I am
is nowhere
gracefully falling
single feather touches cheek
with such softness
sizzling nights
waiting for the touch of rain
that never comes
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