Best Decapitating Poems
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who deliberately have put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, was making efforts to raise conscientiousness for to save mother earth. It was posted here on the 28th of November 2012 with the title:"The Rage of Mother Earth". Now, with minor editing, is re-posted with its original title of 1985: "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil
Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and horrifying beasts that are now
Perpetuated from a putrid Hellspawn by Lucifer’s own command!
Corrupted with the presence of sacrilegious beasts of true violence
Who hate all aspects of humankind with their spirit of maleficence,
And wince not whilst decapitating the heads of those who disagree
With them, and creating a mindless havoc of unparalleled tragedy
That’s become an expected, sad occurrence of Mankind writ large!
Brandishing a razor-sharp, coal-black-blade is their evil incarnation,
Of a time, that’s totally indicative of their chaotic rampage of bloody
Burning attacks as battlegrounds are drawn into an eternal darkness,
From whence there may be no return since there’s a dark, blood-red
Poison, from the dark afterlife, in which every drop of blood is toxic!
Every drop of this spilt blood-red poison has a deadly demonic aroma,
That produces nasty swarms of ravenous locusts to torment all innocent
Victims caught between the machinations of Almighty God and Lucifer.
In this reality, these evil spirits cast their malevolent spells without any
Scruple, wishing for Mankind’s swift destruction by Lucifer himself!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2017
(Quintain)
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed,
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
And
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
Thus
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
Extinguish by:
Terrorizing
Torturing
Burning
Raping
Enslaving
Decapitating
Executing,
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
Even understand,
So
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
BUT
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Unyielding
Unafraid
Uncompromising
Proud and
Free,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
For
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
Because
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
But
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
No, my Lord,
Mercy, for their wretched souls, I could
Never ask
Let them burn into eternity for their atrocious crimes,
Committed against humanity
And
Against the law of Thy infinite love !*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 FEBRUARY 2015
*After burning a Jordanian pilot alive, decapitating two Japanese
journalists and killing a woman for not wearing shoes, yesterday the
fanatics decapitated a father and a son in Iraq. When all this end?
Boisterous clouds are churning, roiling air-mass in warm updraft
Declaring on callous inhabitants of earth, a dark ferocious war
Manifesting malevolent force, imposing anger on spatial norms,
Conspiring with anguished winds to invigorate violent storms.
Colossal is their expanse that threatens the rise of new dawn
Offering a preview of what face of death would encompass
When enraged nature punishes humans for irresponsible acts:
Burning dirty fossil fuels, and decapitating vast forest lands.
Atmospheric inferno defies galactic harmony of equilibrium
Suppressing sun’s orange glow striving to uplift amber horizon,
Shrouding advent of nascent day to teach humanity a lesson
Collaborating with mighty oceans, stirring hurricanes and cyclones.
Overshadowed by the reckless commotion of ghastly gray,
Emerging marigold expression of ascendant tangerine daybreak
Grieves for the lost vegetation and deserted parched terrains,
Thundering a warning to foretell why the birds have already left.
March 28, 2020
Placed 1st: Gif #2 contest by William Kekaula
In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend,
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks
way out past the last suburban fence.
I would tag along not to pick
but feel the freedom of open land
stretching as far as the eye could see
and for the pleasure of the ride.
I would sit in the back seat
of Mr Kerin’s 1950's Skoda, taking
in the smell of the leather
and laying out along its length
like a ferried prince.
I can remember the wet, green
paddocks, the cold dew being
flipped up to coat the back
of my bare legs as I walked.
Then, seeing a carpet of white crowns
pushing up through the short grass,
plump eruptions catching
the morning sun that got my Dad
and Mr Kerin excited and set them off
decapitating the tallest with their kitchen
knives. They soon would each have
a bucket full, some mushroom heads
as big as Dad's hand.
That evening the ritualized meal
would be acted out. Dad sitting
at the table waiting, Mum frying up
the mushrooms in a cast iron pan
then making the juices into a thick
buttery gravy. It was a celebration
with Dad voicing his pleasure
on downing each savored mouthful.
Mum and us kids would look on,
none of us could stomach the taste
of fungi and instead, tucked into
tomato soup and toast.
Such simple memories seem
to cling onto life as if sensing
autumn, stirring deep in the self's soil
to poke their heads up here.
The Rage of Mother Earth
(Warning those who destroy HER)
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves Human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You, who deliberately have put Me
Through the tormenting agony of dying
By strewing your treacherous dark web
Of your unworthy ambitions, all over my face
Shadowing my generous fertility
And rendering me sterile,
Behold!
For the time will come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel, you tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos
For the shiny heavy sword
Of universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions
Guardian of the eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you
And those who would survive
Will feel the torturing pain
In their hearts
For thousands of years!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and horrifying beasts that are now
Perpetuated from a putrid Hellspawn by Lucifer’s own command!
Corrupted with the presence of sacrilegious beasts of true violence
Who hate all aspects of humankind with their spirit of maleficence,
And wince not whilst decapitating the heads of those who disagree
With them, and creating a mindless havoc of unparalleled tragedy
That’s become an expected, sad occurrence of Mankind writ large!
Brandishing a razor-sharp, coal-black-blade is their evil incarnation,
Of a time, that’s totally indicative of their chaotic rampage of bloody
Burning attacks as battlegrounds are drawn into an eternal darkness,
From whence there may be no return since there’s a dark, blood-red
Poison, from the dark afterlife, in which every drop of blood is toxic!
Every drop of this spilt blood-red poison has a deadly demonic aroma,
That produces nasty swarms of ravenous locusts to torment all innocent
Victims caught between the machinations of Almighty God and Lucifer.
In this reality, these evil spirits cast their malevolent spells without any
Scruple, wishing for Mankind’s swift destruction by Lucifer himself!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2017
(Quintain)
The city of knowledge is burning
Crushed are all the houses of learning
Under the siege of the city of information and the city of ignorance
For the two have joined together to destroy gnosis
The gatekeeper has been stabbed in his head
The enemies and the traitors bloodied the rivers red
Decapitating the institutions
Presenting misleading solutions
Leading the inhabitants to a seeming ablution
Only chastising them with their own desire
But the sands beneath the city are ever shifting
The knowledge the city bequeaths is spirit-lifting
And while blood has run down the beard of the gatekeeper
There are millions ready to avenge as the battle gets steeper
My weapon is a sheathed award
Precautionary dissimulation is my sword
I am protecting of the secret knowledge of my Lord
No burning fire has the strength to cut our cord
And as they break the hands of the crowd
And cut the tongues of the proud
Our heart remains the clairvoyant organ of might
This organ is a sealed book, hidden in the darkness of night
And divine light
Will extinguish the burning fires and quench our desires
As the new gatekeeper is put in place
Fully dismantling the hemorrhaging cities of ignorance and information
Inaugurating all in the gnostic station
Eris, goddess of chaos
I sacrifice my will to you
To give you the discord you desire
To summon you to me
Embracing a crooked path
Give me the gift of power and glory
To for see your vision
A series of anguish, crying fearful tears
I will be your advocate
Absorbing the radiation of blackened chaos
My emotions in depths within degenerate
The shrouds of creations burning emptiness
The serpents intertwine among of stratosphere winds
Permeate the gravitation of discord
Watch it take control
Collapsing the magnetic fields of the futures
An unstoppable force contracting, no remorse
A metamorphosis of a hellish eclipse
Fear decapitating the pulse of life
Madness of the mind shaping
Feast your eyes on the ruin
I will twist the astral plans
I will become the beast
Chasing the title of Eris's stark
Riding on the mane of war infestation
Creating my legacy among the Nebula
Not So Reality
Loving quiet time
Absent radio static
chatter free
Driving through black skies
road opening before me
sight lighted by street lamps
stretching vertically across this driven horizon
My mind drifts
And I find myself fantasizing about
A life lived through dreamt desires
Collecting the mail
checks magically replacing bills
Folly of a reality
so called reality
Questioning
Who made it, so huge and intricately woven
Having difficulty digesting
Big ole beige pill
This I wonder as I proceed through my undesired routine;
of not so fun work
followed by anticipated work
and not vice versa
Wanna Alice a new pill
slide down a different rabbit hole
decapitating a job’s necessity
rewriting
paper scrapped
new blue printed
feeling into existence what I
yearn, crave and desire
a place to write
as the children play in the adjoining room
audible laughter as I write poetry and prose
evoking imagery
in rooms client less
where the only problems I fix are my own
and debt is circumcised
where I’m perpetually full-termed pregnant with writing,
days are more than halved with family time
folded in with soul mate time
then sprinkled in with friend time.
Feeling this into existence
each night before I overdose on life
and succumb to sleep
newfound perfected existence
Where writing and creativity are vigorously occurring continuously,
I wait patiently with gratefulness
on the shores of this summonsed life
rolling toward, a smiling anxious me
Excerpt from Not so Reality
Breathing the new air, grasping a trembling news
Firming my grasp, and holding my grips
Asking anyone to trample on my shoes
As me flying my mind, and stiffening up my lips
I cannot cry, as my tears are dry
Messages are not on your mind to reply
I cannot complain because you are never mine
I now realize that this love is blind
Where are the eyes of this love?
For they are torn apart, becoming more and more rough
Soaring in sore, nothing more to explore
Aching in blister, nothing more to linger
Who do you think you are?
Killing my dream, that the one is not far
Decapitating my limb, to reach an unreachable star
My hand cannot touch you, you leave me a scar
As I watch the unknown, I try to feel unbroken
But the news has been born, tis’ my heart you have broken
I am thrown from the throne, screaming in salient silent
The news is you’re not the one, my heart feels so vacant
Who do you think you are?
Strolling around the cemetery of my demons
Who do you think you are?
Bringing back your uneasy reasons
Who do you think you are?
Incarcerating my mind throughout the seasons
Who do you think you are?
Enchanting me with unsighted visions
But now I have to be alluringly left
But now I have to respect this concept
But now I have to comply with the precept
That the news is you’re not the one, I have to accept.
Spiritualist -Signs of Souls
Fragmenting eyes of sorrow of baneful tears that demons burrow
Stealing Cupids arrow and the elusive songs of the morning sparrow
Encroaching black mass revels jubilantly to break the mirror's glass
Within the barbarous brass lies dormant their venomous ghostly gas
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Dancing amidst rambunctious rituals flaunting their hadal habituals
Illusions entrap the spirituals decapitating souls leaving no residuals
Satan’s lies are beastly born to rip your flesh with a torquing torn
Cathedrals crumble in his scorn with pandemonium’s yet to mourn
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Cadavers climaxing high as armies of darkness sedate the secular sky
The lost begin their cry upon ravaging ruins where their death does lie
Dormant dreams of deep thus awake within a wary wounding weep
Abortive ashes silently sweep over tombs where the Pharaohs sleep
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I walk in solitude above my gated grave a phantom who cannot crave
Thus abandoned within my cave where demons dine and will enslave
Evil does efficiently exist when God is put aside within heavens mist
Ask my heart that is in a twist for all the love that has been dismissed.
...MP3 music by Draconian~'Heavy Lies the Crown'
Sept.26.2018
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Placed 4'th
Not So Reality
Loving quiet time
Absent radio static
chatter free
Driving through black skies
road opening before me
sight lighted by street lamps
stretching vertically across this driven horizon
My mind drifts
And I find myself fantasizing about
A life lived through dreamt desires
Collecting the mail
checks magically replacing bills
Folly of a reality
so called reality
Questioning
Who made it, so huge and intricately woven
Having difficulty digesting
Big ole beige pill
This I wonder as I proceed through my undesired routine;
of not so fun work
followed by anticipated work
and not vice versa
Wanna Alice a new pill
slide down a different rabbit hole
decapitating a job’s necessity
rewriting
paper scrapped
new blue printed
feeling into existence what I
yearn, crave and desire
a place to write
as the children play in the adjoining room
audible laughter as I write poetry and prose
evoking imagery
in rooms client less
where the only problems I fix are my own
and debt is circumcised
where I’m perpetually full-termed pregnant with writing,
days are more than halved with family time
folded in with soul mate time
then sprinkled in with friend time.
Feeling this into existence
each night before I overdose on life
and succumb to sleep
new found perfected existence
Where writing and creativity are vigorously occurring continuously,
I wait patiently with gratefulness
on the shores of this summonsed life
rolling toward, a smiling anxious me
i love to talk-
Yet, i hate the sound of my own voice
i love to speak-
Yet, Everything i say is inconsequential
Lack of substance
nothing i say changes the world
Basically meaningless
All i want to be is a Poet
Writer
Mover
Changer
Yet, i am forever still
Stagnant
Never changing
As the ocean of life tumbles around me
i am utterly alone-
Yet, all Poets are alone
Well, not alone
They are alone with theirFeelingstheirWords
The decapitating and equally enthralling Darkness
So, in retrospect
I am a Poet-
Yet, i am not surrounded by words of substance-
HOW DO I KNOW MY WORDS HAVE MEANING?
maybe questioning is my answer
maybe not
How do I know if I am a Poet