They met when rain blurred the city, sharing one umbrella.
A quiet gaze, a shared smile, a conversation that felt like home.
He held her book; she held his attention.
Their hands brushed—a spark, a moment, a pause.
Yet, a train arrived, loud and demanding.
He left for the west; she was anchored in the east.
They exchanged numbers that had held hope,
Yet one got lost from a large, overused handbag,
While the other found its way to the floor of a well-travelled train.
Most never notice how moments flicker throughout time,
And words that never dared to cross the threshold of “just friends.”
Years later, they passed on opposite sides of a street.
Her eyes held a flicker of what-if; his held a quiet, lingering sigh.
The rain stopped, but the moment never came back.
A love story, perfect and untouched,
With the closed umbrella,
Written only in the dust of the missed opportunity.
A Couplet
on
Taxing Unrealized Gains
By Miracle Man
10/27/2021
Biden’s henchmen must think that we have no brains,
You must cash in your winnings to spend your gains.
Defying Aphrodite
I died prior the day I lived
Suffocated even before I breathe
the chants of your heartbeat echoes vanity
stating names, which never meant to be
He knocks through my window
Chase the odds against time
embracing the complexities of our beings
Tease the possibilities of unknown reality
The lavishness of the sweet letters
The endurance of proving one's identity
Lie if you must, tell no one what it was
The fallacy of the circumstances
Concealed behind each lines
One word, one answer
One smile, One laugh
Then it's all one hell of a night talking
But I knew before it has been spoken
Understood before it has been discovered
the today is the futility of tomorrow
to end is the beginning
This is what I want
Because this is what to be expected
This is what I told you
Because this what it should be
The truth remains-
We cannot own this mystery
Yet,
I am the one who ended up broken
Challenged the chances, but retreated
and shamelessly begs for one last time,
that if we cannot defy the order,
Can we at least change the horizon
that in between maybe’s
the nameless feelings did exist
As the New Year's sun majestically rises on the horizon of time
And the mountaintops of our resolutions wear their golden crown
Our unrealized dreams unfold their wings anew and take flight
Praying to reach realization's fields before the coming of sundown!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
29 December 2020
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!
MAY YOU STAY HEALTHY AND MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!
crouching staring opposition glare
tears stream down
unrealized
i fear nothing but the rage within my bones
looking at my hands full of blood
the shackles
prayers i shout in silence
Spanish and English
falling to my knees all i can do is pray
with my chin up
hands forward
I hear her out there talking and like an animal I cock my ear to listen;
She’s too young or I’m too old; either way it is concluded by me to be illogical;
But still I listen; I listen to the sounds of a woman in search.
I wish I could be the one to find her but it’s too unlikely
She told me once she had acquired special feelings from our brief interactions
But it’s one of those born to late kind of things; and I try not to listen but I do
The sweetness she hides is sweeter than any name could ever describe;
I know I could love this creature for so long of a time; but she’ll never be mine.
So I listen and sometimes I watch as tribute to beauty of the soul of a woman.
I hope she gets what she wants and not what people tell her she deserves.
I’ve seen her with the family babies; her loyalty and devotions are unshakable
She’s a keeper and I’ll remember her always; even in that new home in the sky.
So many years have past, were lost
I’ve since grown old and tired
The many dreams that I once had
No longer do inspire
The many nights, such lonely nights
Creep slowly past my eyes
To where instead, while I’m in bed
Seem to float upon my cries
They do in fact, make me react
To scream out for the sun
Where all dreams, become my schemes
Yet remain those all undone
Dreamer, never give up on
the unrealized dreams of yesterday;
and with nothing but hope...
you can imagine them shine,
even brighter than the furthest star...
when your sky has no other light!
Dreamer, don't put them away;
see in strides: a courageous heart!
Lay them out on the pathways...
where everyone can see them with a clear view;
dreams are lived out by those
who are free to trust and love anyone of their choice...
to let emotions speak with an inner voice;
dreamer, you can have them, too!
You could think of a possibility,
and turn it into a certainty;
never passing up that chance...
to paint the unrealized dreams of yesterday
with lively colors that can only
be found in a rainbow that delights all senses!
Aliveness comes form a surge of profound awareness...
that awakening to life may seem an illusion,
so dreamer realize the dreams of yesterday
with all thoughts and joys set on tomorrow,
and let them swirl within and immensely grow...
by not letting others interfere with your happiness,
which is often threatened by another intrusion;
dreamer, hold them in your grasp...don't let them get away!
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