Venerate Poems

Life is like Reality TV

Hyperbole hubris

Venal penal

Avarice abyss

Bucolic tonic?

Ironic…sardonic

Or

Vitriolic bliss mate!

Mendacious salacious

Algorithm schism

Audacious outrageous

Vicarious or nefarious

Whatever geography

Clever hagiography

Moderate.. no berate

Generate..venerate hate

Casting various sordid spells

Schadenfreude morbid void

Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)

But

Despotism urges Nepotism

Surges of Plutocracy

Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy

Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy

So

Resist narcissists trysts

Reminisces.. enlighten..persists

Sagacious benevolent gracious times

Redolent without malicious vicious

Murky mucky malevolent mists

Beneath the Queen's chair

In awe I lay upon the verdant knoll,
mesmerised by the silent starry sky,
a mirror gleaming deep within my soul,
reflecting timelessness, I barely know.
Venerate Venus dances in reverse,
spinning our musings under mulberry moons,
when we chased illusions, beneath the Queen’s chair, 
through realms where reasons dared not delve,
our hearts lost in a cosmic haze.
in this wilderness of mirrors,
I hanker headlong into hallucinations,
peering through perfect panes of promises,
or is it prisms of pretences,
till stars themselves begin to speak
“She shall shatter your sureness”

and you will gather
the pieces like fallen constellations,
too sharp to hold,
too sacred to leave behind.

Turn Left at the lights

Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..

About alternative attitudes..generations..

Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..

Venerate mandarins sins.. 

Generate pernicious vicissitudes

Vicious avaricious machinations..

Celebrate nations chagrin…

Pander to propaganda spin..

AI garlanded reputations..

Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..

Kiss or diss..the abyss

Hiss of mis-information bliss..

Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..

Well got egregious prior & previous..

SO

Whatever your hue or world view..

We know what's wrong..doesn't belong

Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..

The meme..prime time you probably knew..

The Force..of course..

Is also seriously strong in you..

Ties

It takes off-rhyme
to heighten rhyme -- 
like background in a
painting, should not
obliterate the fore...
leaving little to view,
less to excite and visually
explore -- (my wife, a fashion
plate...and I, the mutt of a date~

somehow, it works....)

I guess, if not for man's fall,
there would be no theme of God
to venerate -- in a dark sense~
evil is the light of good reflection

a night that makes bright the stars

a canvas of the greater heavens yet
to lasso and draw-in or pull one's self
up for loftier expansion -- 

earth experience, perhaps a mere dust-mite 
on the surface of creation -- 

With poetry, Free Verse is far from free:

a rush pounding as the poet's heart~ bursting a
dam of pent-up, drumming passion -- overflowing 
banks insane to absorb, to further-in deepen pools of
whatever for drink.  Everything is attached...a-thirst, with seen 
and unseen flowing tethers --

Yet Another Politician

Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.

Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.

Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.

When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.

We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.

What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.

As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.

Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.

We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.

AN ADORNING PROMISED SOUL

Adored hallowed revered.
Sanctified point in time epoch
Advent emergence age era
You fill My Heart with love  
Reverence revere venerate promised soul
Glory be


9/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

HANDS LIFTED HIGH

IN HIS HANDS
worship
with
uplifted hands
          to the throne of Grace
a throne
              to touch for
        truth&life

Hands in worship raised
together clapped
in praise
lifted up
     towards Him

 a form of submission
an act of homage.
a physical act
    to demonstrate
revere
  &venerate
 
as a living sacrifice
     just   as Jesus did
for me

I Am

I am the stillness inside of you, the poem unread 
I am a wayward thought soaring on eagles wings 
I am truth unparalleled both in fantasy and reality  

I am a genuflect, a venerate moment on the heart 
I am a composition of words and a silent phrase 
I am benevolent and protective, also private  

I am poetry itself filled with muscle and sinew 
I am metaphorical with cylindrical happy returns 
I am a sonneteer, lyricist, verse-maker and creed 

I am also a soul birthing in formation, I am proud  
to be who and what I am, a poem endowed...

Selling Off Your Reading Glasses

If you stopped attending paid classes
Would you sell off your reading glasses:
Gladly, speedily drop out if school, 
When every scholar is thought a fool?

Are you the type, who would rather bend
To an existing insisting trend:
Hang your helpful business-like manner,
Because you have changed your shop's banner?

Then, you will have become Igneous Rock,
Whose hardness one should fearlessly mock...
From the Good Sages we venerate
"Whatever is odd incinerate"

Only the right trends may control one:
When the wrong ones do, you have not won.

Inward Vouchsafe

Acquaintance  
  harmonize
    praise
       optimize

&aspire

       serenity 
    convey
  bestow
believe

&bolster

perceive
  perform
    poise
      persuade

&persevere

        aplomb
     support
  sensation
nurture

&cuddle 

magnify
  maintain
    manage
      mediate

&motivate

       cogitate
     handle
   heave
 hoist

&hone

select
  alternative
    celebrate
      compete

&connect

       vanquish
     reconcile
   venerate
 graciously

&vouchsafe

chivalrously 
    weave
      weep
        whisper

&withstand

        unbuckle
     reveal
   understand
to untangle

&utterly 

1st place contest winner 

Written: March 08, 2023

Strand Premier No 1096 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Generation Gap

The generation gap is wider 
    than it's ever been
  Not enamored of LGBTQ
    you never will fit in

  And then there's good old BLM
    the family it would scrap
  and replace it with a tribal system
    ~ What a bunch of crap! 

  The young still can't get past Hilary  
    They venerate Ms. Abrams, Stacy
  As for me, I think I'll buy a ticket to the past
    where I can jeer and boo John Gacy

The Holiest of Temples

Every woman is,
A temple of God's love,
However,
When with a child, she becomes, 
The holiest of the temples
For
The divine Will of our Lord does
Incarnate,
Thus 
An imperative is for us, her 
To venerate!  
 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
     11 October 2022
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* Dedicated to all women!
-

Valleys

                          Visions of landscapes, calm
                            venerate tranquil scenes
                         vast plains of bending wheat
                              various homesteads lie
                               vistas overlook sights
                            voices heard in whispers 
                           veiled secrets in the winds.













A Pleiades Poem
10/2/2022

A Rose For a Rose

Pink rose, plucked from its garden of sweet earth,
laid fondly on her grave to venerate
a woman of inestimable worth
on this, her day of birth I celebrate -
one rose to join the rose who gave me birth.

[Sicilian Quintain]

A pink rose signifies gratitude, admiration, and appreciation, 
commemorating grace, joy, and sweetness - 
3 traits of my beloved mother, Elizabeth Watt
born Sep 14th, 1919, died Apr 2nd, 2017

Written 13 Sept 2022

Reverence

I venerate you from the leaf
                  of your soul,
                 to the folds of your body...
                 I revere you the ensemble
                   and all...

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