Sensuous, handsome you!
Eternal kisses, those abundant lips.
Hypnotic eyes, spell-binding me
You are desire, in human disguise!
I am your volitional, melting candle.
Lost… in your embracing thighs!
2/10/2023
In my ear I hear a voice of consciousness
In my spirit I feel the voice of consciousness
Hark! I hear in mine mind's ear
A sentence I'm in awareness
Of mine internal external existence
Souls in movement volitional
My spirit listening
All my thoughts memories
Feelings and wishes
Unique thoughts feelings, reelings
More than just feelings
I hear a voice of consciousness
I know my environment
I'm entitled to it
Fondness I stare
I am well aware
I'm in my spirit I feel my consciousness
This I'm hearing
I'm just saying
I hear a voice of conscience
5/31/21
A Voice of Conscience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: unseeking seeker
As
liquids accommodate themselves
by
taking the shape of the vessel they are
poured into
so
one's personality is developed
by
adjusting to the mold his character
provides!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 June 2020
* Character: (Gr.: character, from the Greek verb "charassein" to engrave) A name for the collective traits, emotional, intellectual, and volitional, which constitute the individual mind that Man is born with!
**Personality: Characteristic configuration of behavior response patterns that each person evolves as a reflection of his individual adjustment to life.
Hear not the silence in the new fallen snow
embankments high of drifted wonder hide
all that winter buries underneath its surface
and cocoons itself in an invisible whisper
when temperatures rise, sounds of rustling begin
from the depths of a volitional quietus
small lives will break beyond their shells
as they ascend toward the sunlit heavens
and discover how to unleash their power
by finding the flower within.
I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.
For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
Putrid pink by my volitional Aunt
And thus made me hate
The color of its paint.
And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
Of a steamroller-child
~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~
Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of to the moon and back.
I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
the
cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
for those
who believe they can pull off this trend
better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead
For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10
You can turn there too
and net your escape.
To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear
God is at hand.
7/26/2019
Her arms shake as she lifts
Shredded white cloth
Strained by the burden
She carries on her back
Only to realize
Surrendering for greed
Is better than giving in
To fear forever
A single tear hovers
Her strength to fight
Is dwindling with each
Step forward towards
A line that carries
Penalties to which
She must face
Her limbs
Bruised and bleeding
From running afar
A stained path
Guides the enemy
For an artless retrieval
At a volitional stance
She begs not
For nourishment
Though her heart remains
Useless and empty
His tears dress her wounds
Covering her chest
With the flag
She used to wear
Cradling her body
They sleep
Awakening to
A war that has ended
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