O atoms,
honor the rules branded on you—
even twirl together
during a far-off ****
make my shoelaces sparkle
~
..2018..©2018 Spiros Zafiris
___________________
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
he was lonely
suicidal
almost
and some relative recommended
he start acting
so he starred in a play
nothing big
mind you
no Broadway production
something within the community
and he came across beautifully
this lonely star
-
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..(C) 1981/2011/2017 Spiros Zafiris
..from Midnight Magic {1981}
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
when she fell,
not moon, nor wind responded
'an abysmal fall, indeed, '
was the carnal cry in the woods
'he who shelters such a wand
will surely be understood'
and the words fell like lightning,
one sunless morning of half-regret—
which quickly turned into a noon of wonder
~
..circa 2003..©2003/2017 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
soon enough I discovered
her neighbor calls him Caspar or Caspor
but it wasn't long
before I named him Auguste
he has claimed my love's apartment—
even hypnotized her to have ready
water and treats on one corner
but what impressed us most,
the first time he laid eyes on me,
he started rolling over and over me
on the loveseat
thus, he has seduced us entirely
every time he prances down the hall,
when the back door has been left slightly ajar,
our eyes light up—each hoping to be the one
he'll first approach for petting
~
©2016 Spiros Zafiris..channeled, spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's mind
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
then, a sombre
melancholy—one last leaf to fall;
to bypass
the mist of forgetfulness
and stand a mirror of regret
~
©2010/2016 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled, spirit Ram; reaching
into the poet's mind..1st in
Sketchbook 5-5, SepOct_2010
~
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
his guiding spirits have spoken:
she is the heart's love
distance, time apart--
or whatever factor--
coffee-sipping lips dismiss
with satisfied, sudden smiles;
the precursors of most agreeable nods
and, even, at times,
a familiar conclusion:
"is it not so! if she is
my heart's love, doesn't
the rest of me--all
of me--love her just as much?",
crowns this lonely man's
pronouncement answer, from his guiding spirits,
to the same oft-beseeched question
~~
..Sat. Sept. 4, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's heart
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
bricks may solidify a house,
fine carpentry may add a finish,
and a serious household will love its foundation
take her heart anew
she has only a memory for a man
her house is empty without you
~~
..circa 1986..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
he knew
this was the anniversary
of his mother's passing
yet, he would verify;
fully aware,
a clear mind, its crystal memory,
would mourn this frailty of his
not to mention, morning birds
and the tree blooming intermittently,
out the balcony door, each day--
these friendships now at risk,
if he looks up when
the most important lady
left him alone to lament and praise
her final acceptance--
there, where her raised arms
kept reaching for, towards the end
~~
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's mind..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
~~
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
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
~~
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
Helga, dear Helga,
perhaps, one day, you'll read this poem
it is my apology for waving you
and your friend away
that day, soon after I awoke
from the eighteen-day coma
I was ashamed, dear Helga,
for having lost my voice
and three years later,
when we were sixteen, at night school,
when you briefly stood next to me,
though my voice had more than somewhat returned
I was shy and in shock
I hadn't learned, yet,
how to take a lady in my arms...
all these years later, dear Helga,
please understand, I think of you
I'm grateful for your visit that day
and see, right here, this poem proves it
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 27, 2012..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's mind
~~
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC