Submissions by 2Spiroszafiris3
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 8:39am
5th Mar 2013 8:39am
Tanka..slippers
soon,
we'll be slippering it
to the store
for now, I'll praise
these heavy boots and smile
~~
..Tuesday, March 5, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
~~
we'll be slippering it
to the store
for now, I'll praise
these heavy boots and smile
~~
..Tuesday, March 5, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
~~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 10:10am
3rd Mar 2013 10:10am
Marvels Dear
rising to the honor,
the majesty of her voice
cracked in unison
to his tension
yes, they know
of the magnetism of animals
but they, also, feel the stars' cheers
"listen to all those hoorays,"
they finally concluded
"do they not sound like waterfalls,
when compared to the tears
of our passion"
** **
..circa 1987..Copyright 2010/2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
the majesty of her voice
cracked in unison
to his tension
yes, they know
of the magnetism of animals
but they, also, feel the stars' cheers
"listen to all those hoorays,"
they finally concluded
"do they not sound like waterfalls,
when compared to the tears
of our passion"
** **
..circa 1987..Copyright 2010/2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 2:39am
2nd Mar 2013 2:39am
San Juan
the co-pilot, seated on the left would scowl
the pilot was more amenable to small talk,
on this, our free ride: Miami to San Juan
the brother-in-law gave us a choice,
Puerto Rico or Equator
the ten or so days of our sleeping
on their living-room floor
were fun, the first three days
and he, a Miami airport guy,
offered one of two free flights
having chosen San Juan,
and not caring about the blood-thirsty Burmuda Triangle,
there we were
a C-24 cargo plane with its load
of five race horses, well stalled, well fed, ...
the pilot was more amenable to small talk,
on this, our free ride: Miami to San Juan
the brother-in-law gave us a choice,
Puerto Rico or Equator
the ten or so days of our sleeping
on their living-room floor
were fun, the first three days
and he, a Miami airport guy,
offered one of two free flights
having chosen San Juan,
and not caring about the blood-thirsty Burmuda Triangle,
there we were
a C-24 cargo plane with its load
of five race horses, well stalled, well fed, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 9:06am
1st Mar 2013 9:06am
..small talk
we shook hands
tell-all flashes flared up
this man's shame
I had vowed to curb this curse--
to stop spying on anyone's history;
to not stall long enough,
with streetwise small talk,
until I absorbed every gory secret
fair play denied,
my lips dished out a long enough topic
and by the time we parted,
I knew all
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 13, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
~~
tell-all flashes flared up
this man's shame
I had vowed to curb this curse--
to stop spying on anyone's history;
to not stall long enough,
with streetwise small talk,
until I absorbed every gory secret
fair play denied,
my lips dished out a long enough topic
and by the time we parted,
I knew all
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 13, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
~~
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 10:44am
27th Feb 2013 10:44am
..always quickly fade
when the demonic wildcats
go on a feeding frenzy
at the very center of my being
while I sleep, and, yet, have
been kindled fully aware,
I wait for the attack to intensify
because, at the very crescendo
of their out of control gnawing,
it is then that the voice of my guiding spirit
comes to the rescue: There is only one God,
is repeated, over and over
and from whichever stygian forest fire
they were sent, to attempt to possess me,
back there they always quickly fade
--
..Monday, Jan. 7, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris...
go on a feeding frenzy
at the very center of my being
while I sleep, and, yet, have
been kindled fully aware,
I wait for the attack to intensify
because, at the very crescendo
of their out of control gnawing,
it is then that the voice of my guiding spirit
comes to the rescue: There is only one God,
is repeated, over and over
and from whichever stygian forest fire
they were sent, to attempt to possess me,
back there they always quickly fade
--
..Monday, Jan. 7, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris...
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