Best Being Poems
You are a human being they told me, something you should treasure
But isn't a human being the only animal who kills for pleasure?
Man's inhumanity to man, a crime like no other
The first family on earth had brother killing brother
We are power hungry bastards from the cradle to the grave
We pillage other countries and the survivors we enslave
Politicians lie to their people saying only what they want to hear
Stripping their own of a sense of pride and instilling a state of fear
They speak of human rights and how our country has been torn
Then turn around and murder a child before he's even born
For killers and rapists and dealers the ACLU has led many fights
Then tell a six year old rape victim that she really has no civil rights
We can't teach about Jesus, our school teachers must be mum
We can teach about Hitler, Stalin and other human scum
People kill each other for no reason every day
Then a lower form of life, a lawyer saves his day
Where is justice? Nowhere in sight.
Anything is legal if the price is right
You are a human being. This is what they proudly proclaim
If I am a human being, then I should hang my head in shame.
When you came to me the earth revolved then stood still
dressed jewel of purest sunlight circled in gold mere reflections
Through the oceans wings sailing inside waves embrace
we rise and fall drawing from a breathless air filled with Peace
Caught up within the sparkle lustre that sings from an echo returning
twinkling stars light warmly together ally an alliance between souls
Captured brightly the spirit of eternal beauty brings, under glowing beams
when we act together as one temple forever crowns the heart to Love
to all who know and love,
and who may not know at all,
i have told tales of adoring loss
and romance utterly grand-
building walls with broken sills,
falling apart at the seams to well,
not knowing which path to choose
but
brilliantly radiating verses that
weigh heavily upon hearts
so i go toward the light that found me;
bright and anew i am glowing in grace-
gifts of love and hope i bestow,
with gratitude i extend my heart
though the threshold to peace
has yet to be shown…
i know i have grown
i accept where i’ve been,
showering others with my
metaphorical muse-
embracing poetry without fear;
leaving behind friendly notions
so that i can become the
woman i've always longed to
be-
creative in my heart,
talented in my essence,
and
giving to those deserving
my utmost kindness-
i sing my lullaby today and fly away
farewell my beautiful being,
i am too far away to express what i feel
~for goodbyes are all too real~
some say i am becoming,
beautiful and unique-
melancholy in my technique,
loving to all who seek…
MY SOUL
few know my name,
even fewer embrace my quill-
but
one day i shall shine like the
stardust falling onto my barren feet
(the feet that once carried me home)
i shall no longer take the deceit,
nor allow Judas to defeat…
ME
i am strength intensified-
a push assumes its weakness
is part of my fate,
but
there’s no regret in the magic
I DID CREATE
for my time has given me
much pleasure-
i hand out thanksgivings to
all who were kind to…
ME
i may fly back once and awhile,
to embrace amazing tales told,
see companions of old-
write verses of hope and pain;
making my heart smile,
adoring each style-
but for now i must abstain
wish upon my star,
from afar,
and all will be revealed in time-
for nothing does compare to the
rhythm of my rhyme
farewell my beautiful being,
may you touch what i leave behind-
take my verses and wear my hope
that tomorrow shall be better for…
you
and
ME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3.2.20
The roaring cosmological river of becoming forever flows into harmony's ocean of being!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 May 2017
The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes.
Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze.
I look to the street, then down, then up.
A sense of unease, I sip from my cup.
Outside folks walking slow and quick.
The watch on my wrist starts to loudly tick.
Inside the eyes seem to fall on me.
I drink and wonder where she could be.
I feel as though I’d like to hide
A secret - not to the world confide.
From my teacup, I take a drink
As my silly heart begins to sink.
And now from behind a barricade -
An unstoppable, rushing cascade -
The masquerade ends. I gulp my tea,
And I can’t escape, but it is me.
By a familiar feeling now I’m haunted -
That, alas, I am still unwanted.
Whoever she is, she never shows up.
But, I take wisdom from my teacup.
What I’ve got here with every fault
Is better than nothing by default.
It’s better than insincerity and fluff.
Myself and tea are quite enough.
Hold on to your gift of poetry,
Even though a poem might not be a POTD!
Hold on to your poem, it simply shines!
Even though commments at times be very few.
Comments do not make a poem…..it is you!
Hold close, those poets who are forever true…
Hold on to God, you are his precious creation!
Even when friends leave you on permanent vacations.
Hold on to your truth, for your unique poetic vision.
You carry within you, words with a spiritual mission!!
1/20/2023
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I have lived and loved and laughed a lot
I have remembered and have forgot
I have worked and found some time to play
I have tried my best most every day
I have stood but often tend to fall
I have heeded every needful call
I have felt my heart split into two
I have met friends who have been my glue
I have seen but still have much to see
I have done all this while being me
9/27/19
Written for the: Story of my life in ten lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Sometimes we all say things we don’t mean
Private thoughts to be kept inside that should never be seen
Then others join to be part of the scene
Using nasty words that are designed to demean
Scared to speak out for fear of ridicule
How can other people be so cruel
They join in because they think its fun
Not knowing the harm they do to anyone
Social media can be fun
But to those being bullied the damage is done
‘Do it, do it, just go away’
These are the words the bullies may say
Until one day the victim begins to crack
Those poisoned words can’t be taken back
Evntually they can take no more
And are found lifeless on the bedroom floor
Then those who mock and those who scorn
Turn up at the funeral of those who they now mourn
So think before another word you say
Because the bullied may not be able to face another day
Edited for Premier Contest #7 Sponsored by Skat A
2/2/14
Inspired by the death Caitlin Alker (aged 18) who was bullied on social media and tragically took her own life.
Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers
Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching inside one bond never to be broken
An angelic message shown to the earth dwellers
A celestial sphere nacreous spirit falling
Grace kissing ataraxia sweetly embraces
Deep spiraling sentiments shape mosaics of minds
Kneeling at your feet royal mother of pearl clouds
Standing right before the eyes undying spirit
Pure shafts of wondrous gold has lit the earth tonight.
Gracious beauty floats upon a breathless air wave
Delicately enchants your sweet rendering praise
Bright faces all rise up to such mesmeric glare
Heaven sparkle in the glistening shining eyes
Love's fire burns inside reflection that smiles warm
And all mankind with open arms can only stare.
Guardian of this cosmos beyond dreams sails east
we become a single structure bound together
In cosmogyral dance around a starry floor
In space filled words evaporating straight out sighs
The mind blissfully colliding sparks kisses dust
Gazing through an endless flickering mass of light
Sprinkles on two stars cluster in magic wishes
Granting on the trail ethereal red glitters
Heavenly energy shines down to save all souls
Diamond blue gem sends cosmic shock waves twinkling
Brightly flickering blinding light upon one star
Poured on our world to save us from evil darkness
Orbiting around this earth glows raising upwards
Filled with divine energy rotating halo
Beams fly in sunshine beauty embraces angel
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid, Michael McCabe and Angeline Lim
alexandrine unrhymed Tercets
The one thing that all humans crave most of all
is the feeling of being loved by
a person that you love too
nothing else will do
that much is
true
it feels great
when someone loves you
there’s no reason to feel blue
for your lonely heart has been given
the one thing that all humans crave most of all
(Non rhyme-Andaree)
~
It’s not that hard to just be kind
to everyone you meet
While shopping at the grocery store
or walking down the street
Just wish someone a happy day
then wait a little while
And you will see before too long
they’re sure to wear a smile
Now lend someone a helping hand
when you see they are down
Show them that you truly care
and wash away their frown
When being nice to everyone
I know that you will find
Each day will bring a better you
when you are being kind
6/5/20
For the Kindness poetry contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.
A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic strumming was sublime.
Notes poured from me like a cascade.
I rather enjoy being played.
That man released me, and soon I
was picked up by a strange punk guy
who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
My strings broke often from his touch,
yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such
unique new tunes from me were made.
I rather enjoy being played.
His sister held me awkwardly,
but then she sang so beautifully
it mattered not my sound would fade. . .
I rather enjoy being played.
She and her brother gave me to
some plucking fools without a clue
till an artiste came to my aid.
I rather enjoy being played.
He pressed my frets, this handsome boy.
My stings were vibrating with joy.
I climaxed with his smooth glissade.
I rather enjoy being played.
With him I hope to have remained
in years to come. His love’s unfeigned.
Although I know at times he’s strayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in silence, in pain I cry
Pray the lord will let me die
Cannot leave, cannot stray
I’ve been bad, he says I’ll pay
He watches me and haunts my dreams
Does daddy even here my screams?
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Saw that boy at school today
I beg my fears please go away
Bite my lip, hold my tongue
Please let his guesses all prove wrong
I just hope he doesn’t see
The piece of daddy that hides in me
I could die forever, but for reverie
Being invisible, me, no one will miss
He cannot see me, he wouldn’t care
Hated again I could not bear
Trapped myself away from him
All in all dad, he still wins
To not love the boy I’ve spied
My poor heart has finally died
I could die forever, but for reverie
But I am invisible, and he will never see
I walk the line of a delicate being
careful to not make a misstep and fall
Though I am fragile, my strength underwrites me
and I am able to withstand it all
I can be nothing that I think I can’t be
so I decided that I can be me
And now I find that my life has true meaning
and life allows me to stand tall and free
Though I can not claim a profile in courage
I find a way to go on unafraid
Sometimes, I wonder when I’m feeling beaten
how I can do it, it’s just how I’m made
In my reflection, I like what I’m seeing
though it took time to erase many tears
I walk the line of a delicate being
yet one who’s lived and survived many years
In the depths of existence, where truths reside,
I seek the meaning that life cannot hide.
Through whispered echoes and moments sublime,
I unravel the secret, the essence of time.
It's not in the grandeur, the fortunes amassed,
Nor fleeting pleasures, they fade away fast.
The truest meaning lies in connections we weave,
In hearts that touch, in the love we receive.
For life's profound purpose is found in the soul,
In acts of kindness that make others whole.
It's in a smile shared with a stranger in need,
Or a gentle word that plants a hopeful seed.
The truest meaning lies in moments of grace,
In compassion that's shown, no matter the race.
It's the bond of family, the embrace of a friend,
The support that uplifts, a helping hand to lend.
It's in chasing dreams with relentless pursuit,
And finding purpose in passions that root.
To leave a mark, however small it may be,
In making a difference, setting spirits free.
The truest meaning lies in the lessons we learn,
In growth that follows each twist and each turn.
It's in overcoming obstacles that arise,
And finding strength within, where resilience lies.
It's in embracing both joy and despair,
Knowing that life is a tapestry, rare and fair.
For in the contrast, the highs and the lows,
We find the depth that true meaning bestows.
So let us cherish the moments we're given,
Live with intention, a life truly driven.
In love and connection, our purpose is clear,
To make a difference, to hold what's most dear.
For the truest, most profound meaning of life,
Is found in the love that erases all strife.
To touch a heart, to leave a lasting trace,
And fill each day with compassion and grace.