Best Claim Poems
Tonight, the rains gush down upon my life,
Like shards of glass they cut through every vein.
Your footsteps, plodding heavily with strife,
Regretful puddles echoing your pain.
To walk away can be the hardest thing,
When there’s no love requited left to claim.
Though better than to die amidst the cling
To hope, my heart, for yours, will feel the same.
The passion swells, though muted by the grief,
And all the growing distance seems so wrong.
Then suddenly I’m cast into belief,
For you, I’d held affection all along.
If there was but one thing I’d wish to say,
My absent tongue would call to you, “Please stay!”
23rd November 2019
Midnight Aurora
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave.
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.
When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with your heart and soul.
If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
When death comes and it’s time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.
In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.
You said your divine right was to claim it
But still, your request I turned down
It was then that you thought it reasonable to incapacitate me
For your mission sooner to carry out.
The first step you took was my voice to silence
The second was my legs to immobilize
Thus mute and paralyzed, you fancied, I couldn't resist
So your prize would quickly be obtained.
For five days, in total muteness and bedridden, I remained
Yet, a gallant fight I put up to escape your embrace
But all my efforts in vain appeared to be
As the gates of eternity, I could gaze.
Late on the fifth day, a doctor of great character and skill,
He decided to empty the Hematoma formed next to my brain
Thus, a foot-long Craniotomy performed with great care
Hoping you, oh, death, to chase away.
Although now, slowly, I am recovering
Anticipating a few more years of life to enjoy,
I know very well in my heart, oh death,
That we together would be one blessed day!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 November 2021
* This is a biographical poem that narrates the events that took
place between the twelfth day of October and the first day of
November in the hospital!
There are not for profit oligarchs
Amidst arms flooding minus any Ark
Noah saw such days of old
As he held Gods plan; on course as told
Billons swelll in roaring tides
As ministerial figures, smooth the ride
Oppression is touted, as logic and truth
While cash in community is unclean; uncouth'
We can gain liberty; yet just take the yoke'
Lock your mouths and admit you're broke
Close your eye's; don't read those signs
You have a choice.' Thats stated now mind.!
Just some words, just some truth; do mark'
From mouths that pompous, carp and carp
That claim the world, and barter souls'
They fullfil the scriptures, in truth and bold'
Having a lost eternity, to enter; i'm told.!
"Death approaches but we have no regret, when God questions us, we will stand erect”
It is only illusion
and I have no proof
that when the time arrives,
I will surely get to see His brilliant smile !
It is but a dream
that one day soon
He will stand before me and ask me,
"What have you done with your life !"
I have tried to live a life
filled with useful days
helping those less fortunate than I,
being human at every good turn.
The gray hair on my temple is a definite sign
that it won't be long before I meet my King
with folded hands and eyes lifted high,
I dare to ask, "Is there a place for me, Lord?"
It is only a spark of hope
burning bright in the kettle of my heart
I am praying that when my hourglass has sifted
through and through
God will say to me, " Sure I have a place for you! "
What is our claim to fame,
maybe money, things, toys or a great career?
Money can be good then fought over when we die.
Things come and go,
making us happy and sad.
Toys like a new car,
did we really need it?
A great career,
to tell the world what?
I am someone.
Am I working myself to death but why?
Our claim to fame has a price,
how much are we willing to pay?
It would be better if we could say,
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
I am a simple person wanting God's favor over me.
"Missing in Action" they claim you to be
As you fight the war for us to be free.
We have sensed your presence, felt your pain
That you have suffered for our country's name.
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We feel you are out there, still alive;
Some of you still alive.
Only God will ever know the tears
You have cried.
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You are somebody's father, some mother's son
That's left with just memories And feelings that are numb
Heaven's gates will be open for you
For all the torture you had to go through.
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God rewards His angels with blessings on high
And you're in that number, and you know why.
Our eyes are now dry from shedding of tears
But you can't dry the memories, they last through the years.
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You are our hero now gone with the past.
You left us our freedom, it's ours at last.
No matter the cost, whatever we do
A torch will always burn for you.
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Because of you there's hope for tomorrow
Because of you the sun will shine.
Because of your life there's hope for the future
And there will be PEACE for all mankind.
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© November 1, 2001
Written by Ann Hart
IN MEMORY OF THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO NEVER CAME HOME FROM WAR,,,
TO GOD BE THE GLORY
She claimed her rights as a young lady
And in the coming years a woman
She don’t want to be an endangered species hunted by violence daily
She got rights too…she’s a human
Stand against this bliss
Gender Base Violence a sure diss
No more verbal abuse, emotional abuse or physical abuse
It’s your rights to reject abuse, so claim it, good news
You can only be his victim
Only if you allow yourselves to be used by him
You’re no longer going to be told…shut up!
You’re worthless, or what you say is meaningless…Just stop!
Or you’re stupid or call you names to graphic to repeat
After that, he says he loves you you’re so sweet
Well, decide today…that behavior is unacceptable
The truth comes before the love…Whether Sharon, Susan or Mable
Cause if he truly love you
He won’t want to abuse you
Are my words credible, Gender Base Violence become a label
Let’s take action and fight with all our might
“Claim your Rights”
©Copyright November 28, 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
I'm boring through your ventricles
I'm being terribly invasive
My quiet warm breath
Keeping measure and pace
To such meticulous work
Fills your four chambers
You don't feel one thing
You feel everything
So close, so intimate
My eyelids flutter against your tricuspid valve
My whole body is fluttering now
Because now
With my lips brushing against your aortic rigatoni
I am swimming inside your deepest being
Your heavy pumping heat
My legs now dangling out of your pulmonary noodle
I've become miniscule in this glorious museum
That keeps you alive
Forgive my exit now, my darling,
This time in your heart has changed me
You are the force which wobbles this reckoning world
This I realize
Miraculously sliding up
Your superior vena cava
*Matthew Caliri
Who claim to love but build walls of separation,
Do not understand the meaning of love, at all;
While persisting in false expressions of the meaning
Of love, they thrive on their own self-righteousness.
written June 24, 2021
I’m a glutton for love you know
Yet I’m a sucker for pain
Heart on my sleeve everywhere I go
Not wanting sustenance of refrain
Red on my palms entwined with another
Parading around like a stalking saint
Spreading the word to innocent lovers
In message of insight and finger-paint
Thrown into the renovation trade
Rushing the blood to cheeks of the pale
Lessening trounce of quake’s tailor made
Damaging ratings on life’s Richter scale
Mourning profusely, smile without sound
Inventing new sketchings on solar graphs
Mending cracks in the walls all around
Stopping leaks from pipe burst hearts
Filling back up the tear of the hollow
Then swiftly moving along to the next
Extending hands with pride left to swallow
While keeping rejection within its context
The irony of this whole situation
Almost so vague it kinda begets me
Knowledge from past and foregone conclusion
Prolonging a word called simplicity
I’ve seen this before, I’ve loved and lost
Not sorry for wanting to share what I feel
If pain means healing or trusting at cost
At least then I’ll know of feeling surreal
That’s better than not being able to live
It’s so much better then nothing at all
With bountiful bouquets of love left to give
I listen for rose colored voices to call
The aroma next time around will be such
Allowing mitosis that seeks to enthrall
And stroke the face with a gentle touch
In the aisle to wildflower entrance halls
Reach out the hands forgetful of catching
Pick up the broken shards of metal
Trailing emotions while sympathy snatching
Garden bound barefoot on lying rose petals
Healthy and wholesome food for the soul
A soft patch for landing on feet with grace
Creation arranged in colorful holes
For the next time we fall into love’s embrace
Today, finally, with:
Necessity,
Fate,
Destiny,
Karma and
Dharma,
Face to face I came
Who
All to me with great emphasis declared that
Their obedient child I ought to be
And
There was nothing, in my life I should ever,
Think, say or do, if first,
Their consent to me was not given!
Attentively and with great respect, their arguments, I heard
Making certain not to make any sound
But when, the courage in my heart, suddenly, I found
My voice I raised and daringly announced:
“Since your child I am then some of your powers in me you
Have invested
So as to do the things that you wish me, reality to make
Thus
Some sort of freedom I must possess, otherwise, I do not see
The reason into this life for which I was brought,
So
It seems to me that with you, I am a co-creator and as such
Have rights and responsibilities which you to me cannot deny
And the most sacred right of all is that of my FREEDOM which now,
With respect, I have from you to claim
For
My vocation to complete, as Providence expects from
Me to realize!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2015
(A refuge of Lies)
Some men claim, to their own shame,
to know the American Constitution.
Then, oddly prefer, and wicked Judges concur,
in the innocent babies exclusion.
Yet, our inalienable right; the first one in sight,
is to life, that God has rendered.
Liberty, then happiness follow in process:
deny the first, and all are tendered.
Some men, of late, divide Church and State,
while religious humanism gains inclusion.
I fail to see, for the life of me,
how they can reach this conclusion.
The Constitutional intent was totally meant,
as a curb on Federal power taking.
And, lest we forget, all other power yet,
was reserved for states and people's making.
The pact don't mandate separation of Church and state:
that was culled from Jefferson's private letter.
So, don't claim, as some, that it came from,
the Constitution, - for we know better.
Pride - the father of sin, bade this evil come in,
and twisted the truth into a lie.
I pray God awaken some for the battle to come;
that America's promise will not die.
Forgive this wicked sin, bid us to come in,
to a most Holy reformation.
Lord, let us see thy work in that decree,
and turn us from national ruination.
See Constitution, Declaration of Independence,and
Bill of Rights.
Lionel
Look out for the men who claim murder
Look out for the politians who claim wrong
Because those are the men driving women into walls
Those are the men making women
Give themselves miscarriages
I was told to look out for the boogieman
Who will tickle my feet
But the real problem
Is the men forcing women on their knees
Who tell a 14 year old not to eat
The same exact man the grooms a girl in the classroom
The same men that chain a women up in their basement
The men who claim murder are fake
The men who claim murder are the same ing men
Who dedicated a day to raping us women
The damn men who claim murder
Are the same ing men who make me not safe
Because the men who claim murder
Hide under our nose
They are the ones
Under our bed
Around the corner
The who claim murder are the same men
Who go home and beat their wife
The men who claim murder
Are the same men cat calling a 19 year old girl
Trying to support the child
Of which she wanted to abort
The men who claim murder
Create abusive homes
The men who claim murder
Don’t deal with a child kicking the inside of his gut as for 9 months
The men who claim murder are oblivious
To the world around
They are more worried about the women
They just knocked out on the ground
They are more worried about what doesn’t affect them
Because the men who claim murder
Are the ones who ed the world
So don’t listen
To the men who claim murder
Don’t listen to a word
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...