"zafiris" poems
into the pewter,
a sprinkle of lavender lent
each dusk
of ages past--will my love
outlast such sacrifice
~~
(C)2010/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
..first in Sketchbook 5-5 SepOct 2010
~~
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
the day after the parting,
he wrote a solemn song--
sing, ye birds of admiration,
sing for this lonely one
nouns and pronouns adrift,
a canary's chirp afar--
listen to the sparkling lilacs
of her smile,
as they fade into the
moonshade
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..(C) 1987/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 11:41 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
after he shrugged, he felt defeated
troubled, like a ***** in heat, he felt
rare dewdrops all but disappeared
yes, the demented ways of nature triumphed
one shrug revealed the secret
--haphazard news indeed--
the natural man smiled in shame
young and vicious, he slapped himself warlike
~~
..(C)1987/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
perhaps I was twenty-six
she looked me over and soon enough
the walk to her place was zip, zap, zoop;
meaning, although the barman called
me over to tell me she had recently stabbed
or had tried to stab a bartender from
down the street,
my only concern was another mandrax, a
joint of kashmir hashish with thick ***** streaks
and, most certainly, a new escape; a new woman
the floor (a penthouse apartment, mind you):
much water from an overflowing sink...then, there's
the layer of dust on the dishes of the dish rack...and, not
to forget, the four or five
frightening knives, all very reachable
then, she introduces me to her first
jumping up and down episode--hollering,
"you're my father! I must **** you!"
how I spent two or was it three days with
her dumbfounds me these days...the fool, me,
I remember, first turned off the water
and mopped dry the floor...the miracle of
how my hand awoke and grabbed her wrist,
with the blade's tip an inch from my heart,
will have to wait another session with Harmony
--that She may reach into my mind and
pull out a more clear version of the epilogue
of this is-it-a-poem which I've written
in numerous other versions over the years
~~
..(C)2011/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching into the poet's heart
~~
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:10 AM UTC
then he smiled
the perseverance of a kiss
befriended his imagination
near or apart,
he loves her
the silence in their hearts
delivered a sense of turmoil
--yes, the magnitude of love
forsakes itself
certain sad moments,
sings the carpet
while, he,
he turns
and smiles at love
he knows will conquer
~~
..circa 1986..(C)2002/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
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
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..Monday, Jan. 7, 2013..(C)2013 Spiros Zafiris
..NOTE: this poem is of similar theme as my
poem 'Another Demonic Episode', 2002/2010 versions
~~
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
The photograph of you
on the north wall of the back room
of bar Night Magic
has impressed me so,
dear Leonard,
that I wonder, "How many beautiful losers
has it seduced?"
You are simply beautiful...
the way you hold your brow
standing there in the company
of Lenin and Nietzsche
~~
..(C) 1981/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..from Midnight Magic (1981)
~~
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
full title: ON THE PAINTING OF A MAN
BALANCING A HAT ON THE TIP OF A CIGAR
--from Cafe Le Quartier Libre
i can tell from the way he holds his body that
he's from Paris
as a child he spent his summers playing hide & seek
around the Eiffel Tower
he lost his virginity to a generous German ****
when he was eleven...a woman into Tarot and
palm reading
He smoked his first cigar with her
i can tell, i know
and it can be said that she was his one and only
true love
O people reading these lines
if only you could see him
Rodin would have loved him and would have devoted
decades on busts of him
O, if only you could see the way
he balances that hat on his cigar
still under her spell
~~
..circa 1978..Copyright 1981/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..from Midnight Magic (1981) ISBN:0-9690643-2-2
~~
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 4:07 AM 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
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
Sophie watches as you glide
through moments of desire
and moments of tears
the peaceful moments amaze her
she stands *****
expecting the most disastrous
and, when only harmony greets her,
she almost believes
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..(C)1987/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:14 AM UTC
not to mimic the absolute tenderness of
the truest roses in Heaven,
afterglows of trust have their own
identifying features
they squint and glimmer and envelop
one's dearest aspirations
with such wonderful splendor and blessing,
that wise owls and ripe trees
easily capture these moments of fruition
entire forests and countless owls
live for this nurturing magic
~~
..(C)2003/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
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prostrate in his chair
the soliloquy tempers his jowls
snippets of swivel chair longing
already waylaid,
the continued flow of words
forbids, even, a glimpse back:
when the sister with her hubby
were banging on the hotel door
to stop him from murdering la belle
when all she was doing--
was, partaking of constant, voracious
upper torso howling, a la ***
he stops in mid-flight,
just before the crescendo,
suspecting he should have paused sooner,
to smile--rehearsal be ******
~
..Dec. 12, 2012..(C)2012/2015 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's mind
~
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 6:31 AM 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
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
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
clothed
in the tunic of the ancients,
my ballpoint
suggests, now, total freedom--
bypassing oceans--astral hymns to write
~~
..circa 2011..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
~~
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
morning young she kept in her pockets
kind thoughts she shared with trees
man enters the picture
young and bold, he wants her
maiden fair refuses him
he is not pleased with her answer
mean he becomes
maiden climbs a tree
daring man tries to follow
water from clouds
yanks him down
the young ****** was saved by clouds
they appreciated her constant generosity--
her supple step;
they could not allow a rogue his pleasure
~~
..circa 1986..(C)2002/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 10:14 PM 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
we're waiting
for the rain--to bemoan
the weather
--look, it's getting
darker and darker
~~
(C)2002/2012 Spiros Zafiris
channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 6:29 AM UTC
wonder of wonders,
the men at Love's door
when a ripe man worships a woman,
the stars wake
and rivets of harmonious song filter through the universe
love is a release of majesty
the loved ones are a measure in kindness
were it not for Love,
man would have dissipated long ago
worship this yardstick
sever your pangs of ill will
the one who clearly loves
has on his side an angel
the one who resents is not forgiven
war is the trademark of a man torn with envy
love is the fortress of the blessed
wash your hands in a pool of love
the waters there will cleanse you
like no earthly waters can
love is a gateway to God
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..(C) 1986/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 3:15 AM UTC
gardens supreme grudgingly hesitate,
almost opting to break the rules,
before sending lovenets to capture
choice glimmers of Shirley's smile
they would, most certainly, prefer
every spark, the full vibrancy,
but even for them it is not permitted
to interfere further with such a lovely dream;
this dearest testament of righteousness
but some brilliant mementos
they had to have
the stars would allow it,
they knew
~~
..(C)2003/2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
~~
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
crisp, the welcome rolled through the air
their arms outstretched, to embrace,
shone chords of whimsy
and the smiles, another poem,
alarmed warmth's anticipation;
up until they finally held each other
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..(C) 2002/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC