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      january cold
pure white snowflakes are falling-
            write winter poems

      february ice
hangs from the bare tree branches-
            walks in still nature

      march is a lion
harsh cold winds and ice warnings-
             planning my garden

      april and melting
rivers of snow on the street-
            dreaming of sweet spring

      may is a whisper
gentle breezes caress hair-
            I buy daffodils

      june and loud thunder
nature is washing my world-
             touch buds in garden

      july and the sun
my world is full of color-
            write flower verses

      august is lazy
oh the flowers are fading-
            I pen of decay

      september and rain
that is dripping from green leaves-
            walks in the deep woods

      october falling
descending orange beauty-
            poems of autumn

      november chills come
cold crisp winds and blowing storms-
            thinking of summer

      december stillness
waiting for snow to show up-
            I write christmas words

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December 22, 2015


Poetry/Haiku/my abiding memory
Copyright Protected, ID-15-7376-59-0
All Rights Reserved Written Under Pseudonym.


For the contest, My abiding memory,
sponsor, Viv Wigley

Second Place

in performance
whether I stay or leave -
the northern lights



NOTE: I didn't make it in time for the contest, but I wanted to write it nonetheless.

Blessings from heaven:

Divine drops of wisdom fall,

Enlightened souls pray!*




(C) Demetrios Trifiatis

     09 August 2015 


* This poem was deleted by accident so I post it again with the 
comments received.

Anne Lise Andresen 
Date: 8/9/2015 5:34:00 AM - No blessing is so great that understanding of life itself - Beautiful written, dear friend Demetrios..a 7! - Have a nice Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Mystic Rose 
Date: 8/9/2015 5:58:00 AM A beautiful drop of wisdom like a pearl upon his forehead, an anointing from the blessed one, he falls to his knees and offers a prayer of thanks, for his bounty, his health, and the flowers of his heart, Agapimu, loved you're haiku,

Afolabi Muideen 
Date: 8/9/2015 6:21:00 AM 
A beautiful and excellence writeI love your write is is wise..........A.M.

Tim Smith 
Date: 8/9/2015 8:49:00 AM 
Blessed be all my friend

Richard Lamoureux 
Date: 8/9/2015 9:23:00 AM 
The wise ones do indeed pray, for without prayer their wisdom would fall way to foolishness.

nette onclaud 
Date: 8/10/2015 10:26:00 AM 
graceful the lines of your 'ku, demetrios..wonderful work.huggs

love writing haikus
some day I'll speak in haiku
for now I'll write it

cold coke and coffee...
vintage bones high voltage style...
and...starting to write...

steamed thoughts andt...music...
and...on the shelf behind me...
dali clock balance...

there is weight to time...
right now it weighs four fifteen...
on our shoulders...

days get heavier...
midnight to noon...noon...midnight...
anyway...now...write...

i keep bad habits...
they are quite valuable...
...necessary times...

read...research...and dream...
science...maths...philosophy...
try to write a book...

different topics...theme...
keeping a notebook going...
to store ideas...

as necessary...
preparation...and hope...
something of it sells...

sand blown

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking potStereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

a moonlit stroll - -
ladies in underwear
wave from windows

tea in a  café  - -
the smell of coffee and
marijuana 

tourists yawn - -
customs men search a coach 
from Amsterdam

written 21st April for Elly’s contest

wish I'd been permitted to write about the beautiful tulips, windmills and cheese, LOL

We must write and dream 
We must command and be seen
We are done we win

from ashes to dust 

the rebirth of the phoenix 

broken.now stronger 


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i wrote this one for a friend of mine 
she has been cheated on by her BF 4times 
and she asked me to write something this is it 

meaning : 
"from ashes to dust rebirth of the phoenix" - after the phoenix dies it burns and turn into 
ashes.if we have to believe the legend that after its death a new phoenix would rise out of 
the ashes of the old one

"broken" -.now stronger" well death is sadafter everything my friend gone through a 
part of her died

overall - 
she was " a new person is born after all the painand came out stronger 
stronger " =]

 
COMES THE NIGHT

COMES THE NIGHT 
With silk 
Warm with milk



WE MUST

we must write 
Dream and hold hands
We must command



NATURE'S MUSIC

a melody of trickle
Nature's music 
Be a stream


NOON

a sonic boom
A relationship ended
One tragic noon

a permanent scar
an earthquake crack in pavement..
the broken heart bleeds

one name no longer
appears in the new poem list...
sigh, heart racing gone

romantic poems filled
a gap in this empty life...
would you write love soon?  

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest: (Double) Valentine Haiku Plus Questionku #2
Written: February 2, 2015

SPRINGTIME MEMORIES



Mountain sentinels
By ancient town;
Clear waters cascade


Cobblestone streets
Winding pavements;
Trade offerings buzz


Fertile plains
Crystal clear waters;
Shady trees guard


Treasure-hunting stroll...
Through Lijiang Old Town;
Curiosity detours


So many things to see
Pleasant fare tempting;
Buying spree bargains


Artisans at work
Township flings open trade;
Silver metal everywhere


Older than 800 years:
Lijiang Town welcomes journeys,
Far beyond old silk route days


Modern day muse in-transit
Old town atmosphere;
Traced footsteps in awe


Wonder amazes wander
A world heritage city;
Precious ancient Chinese pearl


A gentle spirit strays here,
Preserved antiquity loiters;
Unspoilt living testament


Clear pristine waters gush
High mountain peaks preside;
Beauty frames this township


Spring waters flow non-stop,
Shared community well conduits;
Drinking, bathing, washing


Modern day irony:
Drinking water from taps;
Plastic bottled water


By the winding canals
Smaller streams circle around;
Waterways and arched bridges


Elegant old town greets
Tourists' camera shutter intrusion;
Gentle householders calmly polite


By this ancient arched bridge,
I wonder a thousand times;
So much to see in a short expense


We go around here
In circles winding zigzag;
Catch our breath from trekking


Memory can be short-changed:
I buy a few book souvenirs;
I will reminisce tour days later


Too soon morning turns
High noonday sun shines hot;
Cool breeze smoothes rough edges


Late evening darkness in Lijiang
Old Town in spring courtyard;
Colourful lanterns brighten


Buzz of evening vendors
A thousand offerings call;
Bazaar along the winding streets


Common folks with wares
Struggle to live a life;
Survival instincts ply


As I stroll by
Hear offers for strange stuff;
All manners of touting


I like these gentle people
Trying to make a sale;
Touting for a living


Our tour guide spreads
Good advice on-the-road:
Buy only what you need


Cascading waters flow
Through Ancient Lijiang Town;
Authentic tourist hotspot 


By ancient bridge photo snapshot:
Happy keepsake momento,
To reflect when I get home


Hand-in-hand we strolled
Through winding walkways;
My darling and I enroute


I remember that moment:
Springtime in May --
Lijiang kept fond company


Sensorial avenues
Memory instructs reality;
Journey journal pages


I write to highlight
To my self once more;
My own editorial times


One month back home now
June sprinkles hot and humid here;
How nice Lijiang's cool zephyrs?


Silver bangle from Yunnan
Solid white metal on my wrist;
Roman numerals add up to 78


Unearth my keepsake books
Yunnan in full colour;
Smiles amuse eyes feasting


Glimpses of old China
Surge and surge again;
Fond memories attend


Old weeping willow
Hunched trunk sighing;
Ancient times loiter


Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014
Singapore

                                         
                                          A haven full of stars
                                Frozen ground is covered with snow
                                         The winter has arrived                            

                                         
                                         Freezing snow crystals
                                      fall softly down on my nose
                                             Why do they melt








02.12.2012
A-L  Andresen ::

       *   03.12.2012 - I have re- write this haiku to "Winter" - not for the contest!

   rising blood red sun -
   spatters mount Fuji as
   whalers fly flag









I wrote this poem to try to write what a country's flag might
represent to an individual I love whales and dolphins so this
is what it represents to me.

          
             the dancing wheat fields 
                         tango with red fertile soil
                                        in great plain's ballroom










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this write is in response to Raul's - Countryside Waltz -

Life on earth began with a mass of dust,
Embedding itself in the earth’s most fragile crust;
Life of ever-growing trees all began with a leaf or a little grass,
Followed by the appearance of our age old brass;
Then the earth gave way to the slimiest things called ‘animals’,                      
And from there came the most wonderful species called mammals…
One, two and three, it began,
Now it seems like more than hundred years of life span;
Oh! My graceful mother earth!
When everything began you were brown,
When it seemed to last a little longer, you turned yellow,
Years went by and you chose to be green,
With a little blue all over seen;
Every soul was behind your beauty,
All humans chose the path of creativity;
From Shakespeare to Wordsworth to Carroll to Lee,
Everyone wrote to you, what they could see;
Now you are, what I can count,
With your streets and traffics and roads and lanes,
With cars and autos and trucks and cranes;
With dust and leaves and stones and wood,
All that I can write and surely I could;
I know I am just a part of your crust,
But it seems like everything is going back to the dust;
From blue to green to yellow and brown,
When I think, it just makes me frown;
But probably you are just getting old,
Realizing the truth, oh it makes me feel cold;
So just tell me you’ll remain what you are at least now,
Only to let me live and to show the world how to love;
I am sure to tell,if they really knew, what love was,
You wouldn’t have been what you are alas!!
                                                              

Plötzlicher Nebel / Sudden Fog / Repentina niebla  (Haiku)

Plötzlich dichter Nebel
Häuser verschwimmen in Schatten
Nur Lichter von ferne


A sudden dense fog
And houses blurred in shadows
Only lights in the distance 


Densa niebla repentina
Casas en sombras borrosas
Sólo luces en la distancia


Schatten im Nebel / Shadows in the Fog / Sombras en la niebla  (Haiku)

Schatten im Nebel
Vergehende Gestalten
Grau wie die Häuser


Shadows in the fog
Only some passing figures
Gray as the buildings 



Sombras en la niebla
Sólo figuras que pasan
Gris como los edificios 


Note: When I was walking in the streets to do some shopping yesterday evening there was a dense fog which inspired me to write these Haiku

I can write a Happy Poem if I put my mind to it.HAPPY,HAPPY,HAPPY,seee I told ya I could
do it!

          






                               The leaves are dancing
                               Like a thousand butterflies
                               The wind is master




Seems so long ago that I wrote this...I was so excited
back then to think I could write a haiku..I have learned
a lot since, this is not a very good one....lol

HAIKU #12,049-12,052


When I write haiku
My mind in spa called Iris
And I am in charge

My body seem poised
Like personal trainer firm
As muscles of mine

Reward is in thoughts
I'll own like a work of art
Bidding me to bid

I want to be toned
By fresh colorful visions
With vocab of worth.

*

If I want it then I best go and get it
If I choose it then I best do it
If I want to go somewhere then why must I choose to hold oneself back
If I want change then why don't I try and make a change

I know Im a sinner and far from being a winner
I see my people eating good but me I usually miss breakfast and dinner
I keep looking for truth on the outside when infact I should be looking inner
I know I keep destroying my lungs and my liver

I know life can be crazy for this young man
I know if I want to be remebered I will have to take a certain indvidualized stand
I know I must do what I must and also do what I can 
I know this must be some sort of Gods plan

I go out writing with a bang
Im going to go married to this literature wearing a a diamond rang (ring)
Im going to write this *****until it gets sung until its finally sang
I do what I do to make some sort a life living change

To write a Haiku
It goes five seven five, Yeah
those are syllables

shaping cookies
I form Christmas song lyrics
with frosting smeared lips


Written originally For Cyndi MacMillan's
CREATIVITY-- WRITE A MODERN HAIKU Poetry Contest

Illiterate is the rain
Rolling down the windowpane
But it can write your name 

You can call me whatever you want,
but it will not affect me in the leastWhen I
read books I picture myself as the main 
character, like I am really in the story, and
then my books are written in a different 
way many people do not understandMany people
have told me that I cannot write good stories
or poems, and some people say they love my
writing; that they love my creativity, but do you
see I don't believe I write that goodIf there were
no books in the world, I would go absolutly 
crazy! I love books with a cover and paper,
and not those kindle thingsI will never own one of 
those things, I need my books, I need my libraies!
I LOVE YOU DUSTIN JAMES PALMER!!
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
~Dustin's Wife~

This is 'His' letter,
to the Philadelphians,
and the angel there:

"The words of the one,
who is both holy and true.
I know all your works.

I hold David's key
and I have opened a door
which no one can shut

Your might may be small,
yet you haven't denied me.
You have kept my word.

I will bend their knees,
those who lie about their faith,
the church of Satan.

The wicked will learn
that it is you who I love
while down at your feet.

Patient endurance
this is my word you have kept
so you will be spared

You won't stand trial
unlike those who dwell on earth
when I come again.

I am coming soon.
Hold fast to the crown you have,
so no one may seize

The one who conquers,
will become like a pillar
within God's temple.

I will write three names
The name of GodMy own name.
New Jerusalem.

He who has an ear
let him hear the Spirit speak
unto the churches.

Blue waves cloaked in white,
Come to kneel before the shore:
Power in the sand.






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I read the poem Footprints
and was inspired to write a haiku.

New Year 2013 may welcome Peace

May the New Year welcome the peace and
Feed good thoughts in our minds
May it sow noble seeds in our land
To change this hell at least as Earth

Bloody violence may go out of this land and
Nasty hunger may go for it’s death
Stupid poverty may reach it’s corner
Lovely world may incarnate from this hell

May my dreams come to true on this dawn
May His mercy shower on our lives
May my pen write prosperity in epics
I want these My Lord bless me to attain

Lazy dogs may go to their pits
Greedy worms may go to their end
Corruptive gems may go to deep
Holy souls may bless to us



   

One spring morning, William and his sister Dorothy stroll through the woods and arrive at the lakeAs usual, they pause to admire the sceneryThe hills surrounding the tranquil stretch of water are beautiful, but some daffodils impress them most

golden daffodils
sway in the gentle breeze - -
an artist sketches

Dorothy finishes her sketch and decides to also describe them in her diary entry for the dayWilliam feels inspired to write a poem.

For Deb’s Spring haibun contest

Can't think of anything right now that will rhyme,
So i am just going to write for the heck of it
Sorry for nothing interesting today, 
I actually have nothing to say at all, sorry readers.

Zugzwang zugzwang zu
Trying to write a haiku
Just a chess player.

fish eye to fish eye

in love's stony embrace

two rock fish kissing




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Note: This haiku was created from 
my poem "Kissing Rocks."
I'm finding it fun to write different
forms for the same poem, with
small word changes

I still write my poems

On unlined sheets of paper

Using fountain pen

© 2011 Kevin Stock

                                           This years wish came true
                                          My words are now on pages
                                               New year , to music



"Tracie's New Years contest"
I do try to write music at times
to some of my poems but it doesn't
come easy.I have a few friends that 
are in bands and now that they see
I have a book out they take my writing
more seriously.Who knows?? My goal
would one day hear my words on the radio..

I love to write poetry!
Is it the new pen?
Or the words?

Contest:  Quinzaine
By:  DrRam Mehta
Jenny Emelander  7/11/11


No3 place win in DrRam Mehta's "Quinzaine" Contest
7/15/2011

an open grove
allows in the moon’s glow…
faithful delight

Russell Sivey

May not be true to Haiku form but I couldn't resist the urge to write it this way.

Contest: In The Mood
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey

5/15/2013

together we were a pencil
i would write down all our dreams
then you would erase them

8 Haikus


Hands folded in my lap
like dying birds
I wave and they fly again

Feet tap like nervous hens
pecking for crumbs
I have nothing to feed them

My heart pounds like the neighbor
on the wall
I cannot wish it away

I try to write about beauty
Black marks on paper
That is the truth

The Republican’s convention—
misguided visions of the future

The summer’s end
some early leaves are falling
Trying to beat the rush

The delegates cheer in funny hats
Their loud garments can raise the dead

Indian Summer
I can still swim but i swim
with yellow leaves

Silence: no thought flushed
No message in the still pond
Of turbid waiting

Cradled in the hush
Time snails around the mute phone
Morning left me sad

The first call of day
The finches usurp your place
I long for your voice

This is the first change
Since love's season came again
A brown leaf of care

The woods counsel, says
What is one day to miss you:
A fountain of tears

Your voice belong here
In the tree top of my soul
Nesting in my ear

Let me write with light
On the blank virtual page
Electronic fright

Day's concern is deep
Brooding, can you still breathe there
Did you wake from sleep

O that all is well
Despite the storm in the nest
You will sing again

Irk the stillness now
The silent phone like the sea
Before the dark winds

Trees move not or bend
Legless clouds droop on the sky
Dismal pictures hang

I want to hear you
Tell me good morning like rain
Upon the loud roof

I want love splashing
To your voice like wet children
Playing in the stream

I hunger for you
The first fruit upon my lips
Breakfast in the mist

Pour your breast to me
White milk of songs on my tongue,
Sweet thoughts live again!
 

Know not when you sleep
             sleep is bliss so is death
                      Discern not when you die



First time I write Haiku.
Suresh M Iyer

Life is,but an essay
                 Write yours well
      For unto posterity,it would be read

You learn alphabetically 26 words the entire life.
although you hate others always write 'love' to your wife.
feel sorry when fall ill, say thanks to her supportive nature,
when she ignores you hurt your feelings you held a knife.
when you wrong promise to care in an excuse-able nive.

hey,allen ginsbergh
when you write you rock the world
spellbound and spilling

A Rhyming Haiku

A Rhyming Haiku
Mine is the first one ever
So very clever.

Started a new trend
Which I am sure will not end
Hope will motivate.

You to write yourself
And always will love to do
Write more than a few.

A forecast of mine
For Easter or valentine
Some other purpose.

May break many rules
Of thought you can see in schools
Could hardly care less.

I have been endowed
With ways to incite a crowd
Who want to read poems.

Bare with for a while
Face finally has a smile
And I was the cause.

That was not so bad
To read my haiku am glad
Many more on way.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Nonsense is an interesting title.
That applies to all of my poems.
Can it automatically be programmed
to make that entry on all my poems?

(Though I write mostly in English, I read mostly in Hindi because for me, it is the best language)

The beauty of language
Is revealed
Through my Hindi

what i really want to do
     is write a haiku
that will truly impress you

My roommate, Ippy,
     I welcome you to my life,
My cherished pet.

Note: I got a bunny recentlyI wanted to write something about her.

there are those that need
structure even in their art
personally not

for me, I'll write it
however it comes to me
sorry if it don't fit

in your poetry 
mold, keeps me from growing old
you wouldn't want that

so write your tight 'lil
lines and I will still write mine
hopefully we can

share some dreams and things
and for each of us it will
still be very real

Hello all! This next poem is a very special poem because it was written by my father when I was very young and because of him, he has passed his talent to write poetry down to meThis poem is called "Sapora Rifka" or Hebrew for "singing bird" (Yes, I new fact about me is that I am Jewish :P) Anyway, please enjoy "Sapora Rifka" by my father!


Despite the Chelsea,
Ever arrayed and a keen,
Sapora Rifka soars high above the world she lives in.
Childlike in her disposition.
Sapora Rifka finds joy in harmonizing what she sees.
Sports Rifka, my little fatal;
On key to sing her many songs of praise.

Sitting silently
Boredom leads to a haiku
I can write them too