Under the pale hills,
Enchanting and elusive,
Autumn's jewelled mists
Reminding me, once again,
All things are transitory.
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Half-bathed in mauven...
How compelling the far hills.
Wistful; yet...lovely.
For always these opaque hills
Forever pulling on me.
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Never forgetting;
And on sparkling, misty days,
Lifting on sunshine,
I will see your faint outlines
Etched against reflective cloud.
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Bell bodies float lit
red globe lanterns trailing their
tentacle tassels
Fury for the masses
a static hum blares
through the digital ether
fingers swipe
left then right
hearts race
pixelated chaos
unfurling black flags fly!
An electric storm
of fury?
a parade of images blinding
a pixel
a pulse
a scream?
shadows of war loom large?
A darkness-play
on the walls of our minds!
Fragments of lives
broken and whole?
Spiraling through
glassy screams
each face a mask!
Fury for the masses?
Red hats dance n chat
dead eyes wide...
A wild dance of resistance
to reclaim all our hearts
From the void...only
Fury for the masses...
a Digital Haze!
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
a lonely lark withstands
the heterogeneous dark..
a rapturous daisy shines like
an eclectic felicity ...
Truth is,
The soul's nuptial gown,
Masterfully embroidered,
By
Virtue and justice,
Under
The guidance of the divine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 December 2024
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL
Heaven's blessings fell upon earth which responded by offering thanksgivings:
The roses!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 October 2024
When we avrr-Ived
I'm surpr-Ised, that's
her, sm-Iling there.
"Marissa agmal wahds fel denia." He said, embracing me.
"Shokran awi ya habibi ya mozza ya ostaz."
He held me closer in his heart ever since we reunited.
Ludwig von Beethoven number nine*
despite deafness musically sublime
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s t u d i e s *
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Claude's 'Au Claire de lune'*
Debussy's impressionistic tune
Time after time- Blow-up 15*
Ori Gersht original still life scene
Paul Gaugin simplicitiste
also an art theorist
He suggests painting from memory
of 'plein air' was uncomplimentary
Wednesday was your least favorite day and you died on a Wednesday.
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated.
When I learned you were terminal, it was hard to understand it.
Rest in Peace, Mom, you were the greatest mother on the planet.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away 11 years ago today on March 6, 2013]
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