I am
all nine deaths
of
the anti cat
do not
curse me
With the might of nine men
And with his head full of red hair
His brusque fashion and his acumen
He carved his place at the King's fair
There was only one other
To whom he looked with honor
Always by his side, facing danger
Their rhythm together was a marvel
The fate's fickle motions
Caused an abrupt end to their notions
Power of friendship wasn't able
To prevent the tragedy's closure
Braying like an injured animal
He searched his injury's satisfaction
Facing his brothers' annihilator
He continued relentlessly even in failure
hail Andramelech
ominous overseer ~
hefty cover charge
seductive sinning
alluring Asmodeus ~
raunchy romantic
black Beelzebub
infamous instigator ~
a fly incarnate
unholy Vetis
devious rhymer of speech ~
master manipulator
treacherous tempter
seditious sadist Satan ~
seducer of souls
wicked Abbadon
the angel of the abyss ~
annihilator
malevolent motives
sanguinary sacrifice ~
Moloch demands youth
vile vitriolic
conglomerate essences ~
demonic Legion
mythic Cerberus
guardian of the River ~
no soul survivor
demagoguery
tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
pandemonium
In January of 2022, In the heart of Henize 2-10 galaxy, located 30 million light years away, in the Pyxis constellation, a black hole was observed, birthing new stars, thanks to Science, the NASA's Hubble Space Telescope saw it.
The black hole was the annihilator
Known for its capacity to consume
Even the largest of stars varnish
When any ventures near enough
The abyss has become a mother
Correcting life misunderstandings
Where impostors have led the way
Leading humanity to serve human ego
Life in death is further confirmed
Black as the mother is now obvious
While the universe continues unfolding
More lessons will come from the truths of life
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Clanging of metal disturbed her in no way
Lauma was a warrior and ready for the task
Her unborn children lay deep within her womb
Could not think of them now, took a swig from flask.
The archers were summoned next, they took out dozens.
It was a battle worth seeing, made Lauma feel powerful and smart.
She was in her prime, twenty-eight moons gone,
Ready to fight, her prowess known among the troops of her heart.
Lauma, are you ready? Her father asked. Of course he knew the answer.
She had been born a warrior, and she would die a warrior, his daughter-son.
She fought hard that day, slashing and killing the enemy swiftly and neatly.
The last sight I had was of Lauma glancing at her annihilator in the summer sun.
The technological era we live in
As
The "Blasphemous One" will be recorded in the annals
Of human history
Because Man,
Instead of acting as the custodian of life on earth that
God intended him to be,
Unwisely,
Was transformed into life's merciless annihilator!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 January 2019
In the Great War’s aftermath a handful survived,
though seven billion had perished.
Time to excavate a country’s history arrived
and much speculation had been nourished.
Survivors sought signs of the culture that had flourished.
Word-of-mouth history never explained
how the world’s once-great civilization fell,
or why such a small number remained.
Unearthing the White House proceeded well,
yet beneath it excavators found a mysterious cell.
This large, steel chamber was marked by the word “Banished,”
and as inquisitive searchers opened the vault,
curiosity promptly vanished.
Musty relics they examined without halt,
finally realizing what had been at fault.
Every document inscribed with “in God we trust”
and all references to a Creator
lay buried beneath dust.
Men lacking faith had believed there was no One greater;
hubris had been their annihilator.
English Quintain
May 19, 2018
Contest: ”In 100 Years”
Where do I begin,
extracting the earth
from your skin ?
The grim reaper
would wait. I have
to unwrap the gifts?
digging out the roots,
peeling off the bark.
The time stands still.
An exit wound
will receive the unborn
daughters.
Mother dust will
return the name
of annihilator.
Satish Verma
INGRATITUDE
“No surest enemy than the one who was benefited" SOCRATES
Ingratitude,
You ungrateful:
Traitor of trust
Destroyer of kindheartedness
Apostate of friendship
Annihilator of beneficence
Assassin of benefactors,
How better the world
Would be
If only you were
Forever thrown
Into
The ABYSS of
Human Condemnation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 February 2013
People of faith survived,
Although thousands had perished
The moment to unearth Washington’s history arrived
Great expectations had been nourished
Souls sought remains of a nation cherished
Tales handed down hadn’t explained
How a once-great civilization fell
Why so few remained
Excavating the White House went well
But beneath it was a strange holding cell
The huge metal cell was labeled “Banished”
As seekers opened the vault
Curiosity vanished
Through cobwebs they pushed without halt
Now they knew what had been at fault.
Every document with “in God we trust”
Any reference to our Creator
Lay covered by dust
Of hubris ancestors suffered
Thinking there was none greater
Absence of God was their annihilator.
N/A in Strand Choice 7 contest, Judged January 27, 2020