Best Benefactors Poems
Years ago, my aunt developed mesothelioma. She and her husband did not have money for medical care. It was a Jewish hospital that took her in, and helped her through her last days free of charge.
The Jews have built many hospitals, made contributions to many charities, and established many foundations. The list is endless.
Jews have been instrumental in government and finance. They have served in our American armed forces from recruits to high level generals and admirals.
I have never seen a Jew burn an American flag.
I have never heard of a Jew cry out for his God while assaulting a woman.
Jews take their God seriously, and are respectful In prayer.
Jews are good pet owners. Many Jews own cats and/or dogs. Jews recognize dogs as one of God's gifts to all of us.
Jews endure a lot of hate and bullying, yet they stay strong.
Gifts of stuffed toys make my special child
delight vibrantly in freedom bliss
as he cuddles them joyously
to create magical time of beautiful wonders
transforming his bed into marvelous haven.
Awesome bonding moments
grasp him around fellowship with his friends:
soft monkey, furry ape, smooth dog,
huggable bear, silky dinosaur
bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy.
With sign language and gestures of care
he attends to them in his relaxation time
midst roll-call they understand
as he lines them up in his organized manner
expecting for their presence.
In his mirth-filled grin
he picks them up one by one
conscious of their responses
heartfully warming him therapeutically
never defying his touches and embraces.
As he prays and gives thanks to God
my special child asks blessings for his stuffed toys
midst utterances they all comprehend
expressing his affection toward them
like how his Mom loves him so dearly.
Before he drifts to sleep
he covers them with his own blanket
assuring their safety around his protection
while he allows my hands to extend toward them
since for him, "we are a family."
Yes, his stuffed toys understand his quirks
as they play with him with their flexible compliance
keeping him company of significant worth
enabling his individuality to exude compassion-manners
while enhancing his kindness-deeds.
More than soft toys, they are my special boy's treasures...
...gifts from people who love him --- whom he values likewise
as both recipients and benefactors of care, comfort, and cheer
... since they exemplify God's grace, goodness and generosity
while radiating hope, peace, and triumph for their functionality
though, of course, they can never and must not be....
... substitutes for a loving home.*
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it.
September 16, 2025
1st place, "More Than A Soft Toy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/26/2025.
10th place, "2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 20" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 10/8/2025
To give is good, most would agree,
When helping poor feel more secure.
A splendid thing's philanthropy,
Though motives are not always pure.
We seldom sacrifice at all,
Our charity, when we accede,
Is excess money we withdraw.
We rarely give what we may need.
Our gifts put donees in our debt.
As time goes by, they often learn
That benefactors don't forget
And may want something in return.
Some donors want their giving known,
Refusing anonymity.
When placed on plaques or carved in stone,
Their names remain for all to see.
These measures three make giving great:
You give what you cannot afford,
Nobody need reciprocate,
And no one knows except the Lord.
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile..
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.
Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late.
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.
why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?
should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?
long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship
why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?
does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?
nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide
what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?
when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?
why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?
accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism
should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?
doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity
shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals
We play in the streets shaded of grey
We sing and dance but in the saddest of ways
Duplessis turned us into little clowns
In boarding houses of very strange towns
Our mothers cried, we heard them we did
Crying from the skies
We became the faceless infants
We became many shades of grey illusions
We looked up towards tall figures
Priests and Doctors of the state of hell
Who declared we had no idea
Of our own state or our own fate
So we played in the alley of the dead
Infants as clowns in institutes to drown
Our pains well hidden behind our masks
Little clowns running away in the fields
A comedy of pain upon our naked souls
You big ones played
You had your roles
Now we dance in the alley of dead infants
You killed us at birth
You sold tickets to the show
Of dead clowns who dance
To the federal benefactors afar
Our demise was your pleasure
The dead end road to our destiny
Little clowns who dance to your whims
Children with stolen mothers
Our pain is your circus
Little figurines dancing on our heads
Experiments you say
We must decry, we are not happy clowns
Kill Kill Kill us all
Makes us fall into happy listless sleep
We must suffer death yet a second time
So be it! We live in eternal pain
In the alley of the dead infant clowns
Notes: I was listening to this video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x1n-0MmLNg
It was the video itself and not the words that reminded me of an event here, I will post the info,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duplessis_Orphans
This is a very dark moment in history, and a sad moment, and that video inspired me to re-tell the story!
DOMESTICATED ANIMALS
Our friends, Animals,
Your name from the Greek word
“Anemos” comes,
That Anaximenes, the wise of old,
The divine wind, that sustains the
Universe, named,
Which with every breath, the lugs of
Living beings fills
All of them animates.
Our comrades you are,
Our benefactors,
Companions in our life’s
Journey,
Guarantors of our
Endurance,
The path to survival, you
Have guarded for us,
Us, who call ourselves,
Humans
Without your presence, absent
We today would be
That’s why I call you
Benefactors
Because
You kept us fed when
Hungry were,
Kept us warm, when from
Cold we suffered,
On your uncomplaining backs
You carried us
And our hard labor you, for us,
Performed
Never asking something
In return
For
Your unending sacrifices!
The time has come for me
And all of us, I believe,
Our gratitude to you
To demonstrate
By treating your nature
With kindness
And never cause you
Any pain
Since you, as well as us,
GOD'S creation are,
Intended HIS HOLLY work
To maintain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 February 2013
Anaximenes Of Miletus , (flourished c. 545 bc), Greek philosopher. There is evidence that he made the common analogy between the divine "anemos" wind, that sustains the (Cosmos) universe and the human “wind” or soul, "anima" that animates people.
Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia
Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly
Through no choice of own approach it sloppily,
Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia-
As the diminishing dream on landscapes ensemble
The probate illusion of Queen of Egypt's daughter
Who proceeds through this escapade of slaughter
And who am I forgiving one or either? I tremble.
Having reached two thousand years without absorb
Of having travelled miles, indeed was bronze;
Such ghastly size these statues, long lost sons
With indications seen through my crystal orb.
Precious filling educated, siphoning the syllable
Retracted.., words of larger scale were of faith
Those who muttered sounding, Queen Merneith,
-Alluring dynasties as Anedjib's was, as a fable-
Engulfed over as subsidiary benefactors cannibal
Over some archaeological find, for at the centre,
No godly size can interpret that this magenta,
Haze of gross sufficient was the alluring spectacle.
Expedient gauge eclipse this as the inferno;
And making this voyage with the help of a globule,
Whose crystal awareness has forgotten the rule,
That language hosts devise quoted, 'quid pro quo'.
Water
To obey no law, but gravities very
own and harbor so much life; so
much death.
Power in every ounce to sway to an
unheard rhythm danced by only
streams,
lakes and rivers. Yes they feel the
silent melodies handed down from
their
benefactors: the sea, and oceans.
Independent for need of nothing or
no one.
Older than time itself and the most
highs trusted advisor.
Did you know waters devotion to
God is equal to everyone and none at
all?
Equal?
Geez, I’m thirsty. To be drank, wholly
consumed and to come back as you
were
before. Water.
To fall from the heavens and pollute
the earth with your purity!
Who gives you the right to save so
many lives, to keep humanity
dependent on
you?
“Huh”, persuasive you are to use
your elegant beauty to induce men to
believe in
your benevolent colors you behold,
which traps the golden hearts of
men – Yes.
Secret beholder, you are a vow to
never tell when told, to baptize the
soul of
believers, to remain as humble as
the north winds.
A true sustainer you are with an
endearing revelation to all who
listen.
By Terry L. Hillmon
“It is part of the nature of every
definitive love that sooner or later it
can reach the beloved only in
infinity.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Raise your voice aloud
And echo that which taints your heart
The days of the chain are laid to rest
And the closed eyes are made opened
In your order, our light is made to shine
With the scales and sword in your hands,
Our hope is laid
Not as one daily appraise in our land
But one whose purity is not
Dented for a porridge's spoon
Ibadan
Hmmm, eba odan
The edge of a meadow
Wake, I am saying wake
Your purity is tainted in silence
And your voice which is
The essence of your being is laid to rest
The scales and sword are made to bend
That your foes are glorified benefactors
Ibadan
Your worth has been known for ages
It's not surprising that
Your bravery is second to none
Haven't been a place of refuge for warriors
To know the legal practice is to dwell in you
A citadel of great intelligence
Ibadan mesi ogo
Nile oluyole
Nibiti ole ti n gbejare olohun
Alas
Cast your heart off this
As your call is core
In making the groan leap for joy
Trust your memory fails you not
That is your birth the Premier Bar & Uni,
First AG fed, first and second female SAN
Justices of the apex courts
No measures were made
Wake oh wake
The edge of a meadow
Take up your scales, sword and be blind
To that which makes us groan
As the labour of fathers cannot be in vain
Raise your voice so high and be firm
Our nation is mourning your silence
i do supposed as ghost grow mold, that they would
reminisce on the past they hold, some grudges untold
so people past and become cold,
this be the hollow mold, they to holy to hold, but hallow's
nothing in them so sad though, an outlook of sorrow,
but i don't borrow, creating for tomorrow means happiness,
felt that yesterday, always one step in sync with the present,
Hey! as i feel her presence staying aware has its benefactors
hesitant, NEVER,
sick of endeavors ending in Terror, so Grace be the bearer,
and to Each be Aware of the Present We Love.
Pieced together
Blood, bone and brain
With another’s parts
Senses bring sparks
Of imagination, inspiration
Insight into the heart
Who is not Frankenstein’s
But his best friend
And confidant
Pieced together
Naked skin so tender
Silencing the thoughts
Of a heart who is caught
In remembrances of a past
That cannot be brought back
A past filled with light and love
All the good things from up above
But, this is Frankenstein’s Tea Party
And he has the say in what we pray
Will he pray for a new thought
To cover up the lost art
Of camouflage – seeking skin
Wherever he can find it
Will it be you or me?
Will we be the next benefactors
Of that freaky frame
Brought to life by the same air
I breathe – yet, breathed in through
The lungs of some victim of
Frankenstein’s Tea Party
Where did this cadaver come from?
From the deceased who bled, died and left
Parts to be discarded or recycled
By the one who’s tea is soaked in fresh blood
Don’t fall victim to Frankenstein’s Tea party
If you’re invited, RSVP with a “No” reply
Frankenstein tea party 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
July 30, 2021
Too often anger wells in me
Like an unquenched dragon
Seeking answers shielded by
Wealthy or powerful pricks,
Truth shaded or obscured
By political appointees eager
To protect their benefactors.
What we really need is Truth
And accountability, punishment.
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
Should I ever rule this World
Where thousands of Worldians
Inhabit so free;
I'll pray to God that this planet
Be as he first designated it to be,
Free of chaos and indecisions.
Under this rulership there'd be
Free will to choose
And to give glory using gifts and talents.
"Be fruitful and multiply," he said,
First to Adam and then old Noah.
God does love families.
Love your neighbor cordially,
Take care of lower creatures and plants
Have respect for the older folks.
If I only become Ruler of the World,
The poor would be taught how not to be,
Benefactors would give freely as received.
Good roads in all areas asphalttedly paved,
Good schooling for richer or poorer would reign,
In a grand and healthy therapeutic milieu!