Best Attainments Poems
In all these triumphs and human attainments
To overcome these realities of material boundaries and confinements
Do we simply fill our lives with possessions and possessive capitalist greed
Is it just ego and the fear of death that governs our sense of individuality
Have not all of us been children, been fathers or mothers, siblings and friends
Do we not count the emotion of another as being equal to our own
Are we not each and everyone, all of us in this together
Or does this blood run a different colour
Or do we waste our potential for mankind’s united evolvement
To reach for the inspiring pinnacle of our spiritual development
Mutually joined in a harmony of trust to the betterment of our destiny
When do we celebrate the diversity of our sense to make sense of the senseless
And so we have lingered through the century’s victim to our own disease
In progress and with education our intelligence still limited in tribal ignorance
The mathematic, scientific and technological revolution providing no solution
Simply confounded by our own simplicity and basic needs
For food and warmth, for shelter and love, for the relief of boredom
Cavemen of the mundane and slaves to acquisition and our own entertainment
As we merely continue to continue
Such is as we are, the problem vis-à-vis the individual and the global
Knowing all to well what we could achieve if we could but realise our dreams
Doomed to a life which creates nothing but want
And a daily reminder of all the things that we can’t
While the cradle of the Earth sickens with our planetary abuse
Have we truly lost ourselves in the all about the money all the way of things
Have we signed our fate over to our own arrogance and blind stupidity
When then do we celebrate our diversity of sense to make sense of "our" senseless
Saturated with fish fry smells, Bar-B-Cue smoke,
rodeo dust and sounds of deep water blues,
with teasing frothing lace spread on the shore,
Gulf Coast birth breeze blew winds
in sails to Caribbean Sea, Blue Mountain
berries, banana walk yam hills,
And coconut rain drops tapping reggae beats
on zinc roof tops on cool verandah nights,
in herb scented air, curling roast breadfruit smoke.
The tarrying there tested the soul,
matured the spirit, fulfilled long tried
attainments of deferred dreams; then
the sea recruited its journeyman again.
Pacific Coast pleaded an adopted native son home. Home
to new sea shore sands dusted in smog self negation
of urbane destruction and self nullification of community,
caught in the veiled nightmare—lurking in the promise land.
Hence, lessons learned from a gospel tower that never knew a church,
yet gave life-lived sermons that put homiletics to shame, crucifying
pipe-dream pie-in-the-sky nuances on the crosses of realities.
Atlantic waves, undulating like rhythmic buttocks, frothed
a scent of magnetism greater than the tightening hold of gravity,
attracting an uneasy soul, searching spiritual solaced sands; only
to discover that the seas all share the same shored design: Yes.
Same shared sorrowful savage slave story! Different sea: same sand.
Now awaits Guinea Coast sunsets and Cape of Good Hope
cul-de-sac early morning sunrises; then on to the sands of heaven.
Regrets are for those who fail to chase their dreams to realities.
Imagination Nil !!!-
Daydreams Still !!!
Inspiration - no long born of, imagination lying in deaths arms.
Creation - no longer lives in, daydreams in decay alarms.
Imagination and daydreams have little force and no charms.
Function for this brain seemed best served at realities door.
Compunction, for inspiration and creation – for me – where little more
than some insignificant attainments resurrected from my memories store.
All is gone, slips into the a void, an abyss of the forgotten,
where all decays, lays there in the dark and goes rotten.
Thank heavens for imagination, daydreams from some,
for inspiration and creation brings forth what’s to come
that can, that will bring the good, or the bad, from
the minds with imagination and daydreams – it’s done.
B. J. “A” 2
July 10th 2005
College educations certainly aren't readily available to all.
Some are totally awed by exorbitant tuition expense.
Boys and girls of good intenions must apply
for available scholarships as soon as possible,
expecting to adhere to academic rules
and demanding of themseves only best efforts.
Starting as freshmen in highschool, ambitious students
aim for a scholarship of worth as part of their educational future.
Every teacher, in knowledge of the enormous price of good educations
will acquaint her adolescent pupils of current opportunities.
Parents, eager to assist their adolescent children,
add sacrifice of self and treasury assets.
Combined efforts keep our future as bright as past attainments.
2/7/13
Written for David's contest
My heart*, God wants you to be under His control surely
For out of you come issues of my life tremendously;
Your evil motives provoke me consciously
Enabling my will to harden obstinately.
My heart, to God do I entrust you with earnestness
For you must be changed from your deceitfulness;
Your negative reactions lead me toward faithlessness
Drowning my soul into depths of doubtfulness.
My heart, I give you to God for His direction
For you ought to follow biblical instruction;
Your foolish counsels pull me down to frustration
Causing my spirit to wallow in desperation.
My heart, you need God’s discipline for your molding
For you become so stubborn and unbending;
Your proud perversions keep me unyielding
Weakening my convictions’ from their firm standing.
My heart, your confidence in God must always be constant
For you easily waver that makes me futile and dormant;
Your unstable ways confuse me in every instant
Robbing me of His joy, peace and blessings so abundant.
My heart, keep submitting to God’s commandments
For you, by His power, can help me reach heavenly attainments
Your willing attributes propel me to comply to godly agreements
Driving my persistence to pursue after eternal achievements.
My heart, victory in God awaits you in your humility
For you can be perfectly wholly for Him in His working ability;
Your unselfish desires push me to seek His kingdom’s priority
Moving me to serve Him with truth and sincerity.
*Proverbs 4:23 "Keep thy heart with all diligence;
for out of it are the issues of life."
April 11, 2018
Edited on February 4, 2019
Dramatic Monologue with Rhyme
10th place, "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 16" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 2/6/2019.
Featured poem of the week, May 23-29, 2021
Oh, heart*, God wants you to be under His control surely
For out of you come issues of life tremendously;
Your evil motives provoke consciously
Enabling the will to harden obstinately.
Oh, heart, you must submit to God with earnestness
For you must be changed from your deceitfulness;
Your negative reactions lead toward faithlessness
Drowning the soul into depths of doubtfulness.
Oh, heart, obey God's direction
For you ought to follow biblical instruction;
Your foolish counsels can pull someone down to frustration
Causing the spirit to wallow in desperation.
Oh, heart, you need God’s discipline for your molding
For you become so stubborn and unbending;
Your proud perversions keep many unyielding
Weakening convictions from their firm standing.
Oh, heart, your confidence in God must always be constant
For you easily waver making the anxious futile and dormant;
Your unstable ways confuse them in every instant
Robbing them of joy, peace and blessings so abundant.
Oh, heart, keep submitting to God’s commandments
For you, by His power, can help the brave reach heavenly attainments
Your willing attributes propel them to comply to godly agreements
Driving their persistence to pursue after eternal achievements.
Oh, heart, victory in God awaits you in your humility
For you can be perfectly wholly for Him in His working ability;
Your unselfish desires push the meek to seek His kingdom’s priority
Moving them to serve the Lord with truth and sincerity.
*1Chronicles 22:19 Now set your heart and your soul to seek the LORD your God...
June 22, 2018
7th Place, "Ventriloquist" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 6/23/2018.
I trail along behind the morning chirpy magpie
to liberate from the materialistic vice,
sturdily race up the alley of rocky green hills
horses galloping on bright yellow daffodils,
i earnestly climb up to the hill prime
i embrace the nature vigorously with a warm smile,
i stop and admire the glorious countryside
while the fresh morning breeze runs down my spine,
cotton candy clouds floating high up in the sky
butterflies and bees tireslessly rises up high,
i watch the sun wakes from the distant misty horizen
capturing every exhilarating moments,
releasing lifes turbulance,grief and torments
while witnessing gods most amazing attainments,
around me tranquillity and calm,everything at peace
listening to birds singing,with such ease,
bluebells and dandelions majestically hovering care-free
the earths countryside musk,purifies me,
i notice the morning star gradually fades
while the rays of the sun exhaling,canopys the earth shades.
When there was no man, there was God
After men will perish there will be God
Man’s fate is doomed by being
On earth the sin of Adam he pays for
Heaven for virtues and hell for sins
This is what the providence decrees
This dictate makes man weary
How little time he has to experience the world
With youth gone and fabric of health in tatters his woes increase
His attainments, his glory and fame, a history
The shadow of Angel of death following him
With claws of death in readiness to maul.
(Influenced by a verse of Mirza Ghalib)
Sintra, Portugal 13 July 2016
Sweet
Princess
sensual sass
oh virtue sublime
two perfect little bows
plump raspberries, fresh
tapered, moist lusciousness
wispy chili pepper spiciness pure
plucked in cool rain for love's intent
dew-dappled fruits of desire, inexorable.
Oh, like spinning the moon in your hands
there's naught but Luna's glinting your eyes
that can hold measure to those nectarous berries.
I shall consider it my honored duty, to so determine
to let the soft, deep adoration of my press to your own
be the only concern for which I shall offer my deft attention.
Oh, do not gods themselves aspire to such commitments, thus?
Your divine mouth is all I'll need for my own deliberate attainments ...
loose the moon from your tender grasp, for this moment is ours alone
its soft blue beams, the rill of romance that we swim together ... to drown.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
put this picture in my heart,
catch each fleeting moment,
the wings of god have sheltered me, with deep love you died for our atonement,
reaching out my arms to let you hold me in the middle of the night,
in my mind you have these beautiful wings that warm my soul with light,
you tilt my chin to view your face, never to stop looking in your eyes,
i can feel the stare of your forever embrace, we'll never say goodbye,
the beauty you bestow in each heart i've seen, has caught me captivated,
the joy i feel that explodes inside, could never be fought or debated,
the truth of what i see in you, no man but you could have fully delivered,
the chills in my spirit seep through my being, the passion of your love brings me
to quiver.
what strength you have, the pouring love you give, to turn the hearts of many,
your sortings of my life pulled apart to balance my heart, i know that i am ready,
what unpredictable ways you have, never knowing your next precise move,
every crevice you fill, every scar covered and healed, every bump and bruise that
you have smoothed,
with infinite grace you've placed your hands on where it hurts and scars me the
most,
for you deserve my whole heart, i must never take pride in all of my attainments to
boast,
your words of encouragement spoken in the most simplest of words, repeated
over and over in my mind,
you send me messengers with your words to confirm that, that was really you,
lord, the whole time.
As the attainments of others never assure one's own success
So their deafening failures shouldn't hold back one's progress
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 August 2018
lonely heart tremulously beseeches
the inky black void
the universe responds, bliss fills us
delusion’s destroyed
a verse begins to be formed in mind
heart distils emotion
presence draws by resonance elixir
of love’s magic potion
lower mind would have us so believe
in attainments unreal
save holding God’s hand like a child
nothing holds appeal
within darkness too, we see the light
it’s glow self-luminous
we’re now way past the stage of fear
bliss rise is continuous
It's time we stop this game.
Which has no distinct name.
Than the already made.
Such distressful and shame.
Why don't you lower your gaze?
When you proclaiming, am a male.
Just avoid the stain.
Cos, everyone has an aim.
Why don't you stop this spade.
Which always makes the heart to blaze.
Don't forget about your ape.
Who will surely bite from the same cake.
Not even your mate.
This soo strange.
Why can't you brake this cane?
Into
RESPECT ATTAINMENTS
AIMS ACHIEVEMENTS
PERCEPTIONS STUNNING GREAT
ESSENTIALS SUPPORTING
But rather
REVOKING BLOOD RAGE
AMBITIONS SHUTTING DOWN
PUNISHING THE GUILTY
EXECUTING HUMAN RIGHT
why?
close that gate
It is a dirty way.
Don't shake
The same day
But try to make
A new base
That will sail on the lake
To spain.
That's the world's aim.
by Abdul Basit Ismail
Burning yearning for connecting
With God’s luminescence
Ego cravings deselecting
To imbibe bliss essence
There is no code to crack
Nor attainments to hack
For God has got our back
Prayer searing
Burning yearning
02-June-2022
Quietus
Yes, I am alive
With pain, agony and heartache
To breathe I strive
Anguish is my life’s make
Abandoned by love
Deserted by friends
Riding the seas turbulent and rough
Slipping down from exuberant ascends
Hopes skulking behind
The screen of despair
Tears shying from the world unkind
My faltering vision my thoughts impair
Is nothing but pain?
The outcome of life
Is soul in chain?
Of throes, torments and strife
My demonised nights call out!
Flickering morning stars speak!
Is this where the life leads you about
From all the attainments and glory’s peak?