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Life is a journey brief, a wondrous piece of art,
Let us treasure every breath and perform our part.
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.” Ecclesiastes 9:10
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Whatsoever We Do
Whatsoever we do, let us perform
With loving care and to the highest norm,
As an offering of trust in the Lord
To the very last breath we can afford
With the frantic flame of faith and passion
As in graves lies no shine of devotion.
We like to take credit for all that we do
the curtain calls
the sill prat falls
the once in awhile
a legend guffaws
but there are those tender moments
when battings eyes
and lushes lips
inviting hips
and alluring legs
to venture south
in looloo land
it's what youe expected
... it is a man
but not looking for sex
or that sordid
thing
but looking for an equal
a fellow writer
who's able to
disseminate
the male population
and endless blaze
that fails the water test
wait for it ....
Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
I want to write
To bleed the whole of myself out into this void
To push the pen across this paper until ink fills the cracks of my calloused fingers
To be complete again
If one wishes in his life great deeds to perform
Should not pray obstacles on his way not to find
But ought to ask fate hurdles on his path to put
Thus he strong to be and respected by mankind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 May 2021
A-im to do something,
C-reating an impression,
T-ill the work is done.
Form: Haikustic
Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted
tongue
to level the valley
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.
* * *
A full closet of linens,
I oftentimes find
the beach in symphony;
the hour arching shoreline a stable bow
whose melody is fizz of the ocean.
It is there, beneath a balcony of velvet celebrity,
the sand receives the water,
bends at the lunar altar,
and acknowledges a driftwood cloud.
* * *
There is a weed of sadness woven
through untilled soil
in this garden of thorns kept far from their rose,
where, still, I cannot help
but to tap my feet to the hum of this ancient rhythm,
anxious for movements left uncomposed,
my ear tightly pressed to a frail pink shell,
swelling in ghostly lullaby.
7/9/2019
Submitted for: Music Themed Poetry Anthology
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
Knowledge makes us a great scholar,
be it any sphere of any colour.
It should be really easy
To get to Grantham right on time
Unless, that is, your Sat Nav
Is as troublesome as mine
I have the postcode ready
And I’m sure I’ve got it right
But my Sat Nav seems to be convinced
It’s on The Isle of Wight!
Now I quite like the main roads
Seeing signs along the way
But my Sat Nav has a cunning plan
To get me there today
It wants for some strange reason
To have a different point of view
To take me on the scenic route
Where there’s no traffic queue
Now I don’t like a line of cars
Through miles of motorway
Though it’s better than the pot holed roads
My Sat Nav thinks I might prefer today
I decided to ignore it
When 50 miles had gone
Big mistake on my part
Cos I’d left the dammed thing on
“Where do you think you’re going?”
It’s tinny voice did say
“You must perform a U Turn”
“Or I’ll find a different way”
I don’t listen to it blindly
And now I’ve got myself a map
So I can get to Grantham
In time to take a nap
Perform To Raise A Storm
While outside it was raining and warm,
Inside another act I did try to perform;
Not sure of part;
Horse before cart;
Had been controversial causing a storm.
Jim Horn
Perform Some Sexual Sin
Remember time we took a trip to Morocco,
And had stopped by there for terrific taco;
After that into time we took very long leap,
To see willow who always wanted to weep.
The next day we zipped over to zany zoo,
To see such a gorgeous, good looking gnu,
Sometime later only seeming a short while,
Saw smile from some cute scaled crocodile.
Revived vibrant memory of vagrant Venetian,
Who performed part in play called Phoenician;
Remembered someone performing sexual sin;
Ended up being President living in Washington.
Jim Horn
The king came to perform.
There is music in the clouds today.
As the kings gather to play.
The stage is set as the gold does sparkle
The King of country is ready to sing. Hank Williams Sr
Walk to the stage as he sings I saw the light.
The king of rock comes to the stage and the coulds began to shake.
Elvis sings a whole lot of shaking going on.
The last king to show was the king of pop as he did his moon walk .
Michael Jackson As he sings beat it.
They all gather for one more song as the king of bluegrass walks to the stage.
The kings of music they came to play.
You never know what may happen
What may fall and what may risen
What may come your way?
And what may go out of your way
With in a moment things can change
Though everything was in your range
You never realized and purchased everything
Even though you needed few for surviving
You thought you are right and caring
No thankfulness and no duties performing
No praying no spending on causes
Worried over a few of the losses
Though life’s gains brought up smiles
To succeed in life you traveled miles
What if death comes and you are dead
Everything you acquired will all be left
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