Best Deleterious Poems
You asked me the other day, my friend,
who I am and I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true,
Look, how much the same we are,
No matter what, the color
The creed
The race
The status
Look,
I am born and I die
I suffer and I enjoy
I love and I hate, just
Like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son,
A mother, a sister, a daughter, just
Like you,
Happiness I seek,
Family to raise is my wish,
Peace to find I look for,
Just like you
I yearn
I abhor
I fear
I hope
I bleed
I heal,
Just like you,
I believe
I doubt
I accept
I refuse
I laugh
I cry,
just like you
We are alike
We are the same
We are brothers...
Children of a unique father.
Tell me,
My brother,
My friend,
My ally,
Why do we have to oppose,
To fight
To hurt
To destroy and
To eliminate
One another?
Are our seas really that narrow,
Our oceans that small,
Our lands so limited
To contain all of us?
Or
Is it the case that
Our hearts are not big enough
And our minds not so wide-open to
Enfold all mankind?
Listen to me, my other self:
It is up to us to change this world
We have inherited, with its virtues and vices,
History and culture
Flaws and merits
And
Try to make it
Better
Nobler
Kinder and more caring
By obliterating harmful beliefs,
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust,
Annihilating racism and eradicating
The erroneous feeling of poisonous superiority
For
To bring the dawn of a new loving world,
A world of acceptance
Of respect
Of justice
Of equality
Of love and
Of universal brotherhood
So as
With peace in our hearts, liberated we would be
From the past’s deleterious tribulations
That for myriads of years,
Have kept us, fighting one another!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 MARCH 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
NOTE! Today because of the “ World Day Against Racism” my moral duty, couldn’t let me stay away!
This poem of mine is an old poem of 2013 that has been edited and improved today thus it is posted now as a new poem!
* I did this for all my friends who wish me to come back. I will come back when I am ready! Thank you for your love!
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
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The other day
you asked me my friend, who I am
I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true
look, how much alike we are,
no matter what, the color,
the creed
the race
the status.
Look,
I am born and I die
I suffer and I enjoy
I love and I hate, just
like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son,
a mother, a sister, a daughter, just
like you!
Happiness I seek
family to raise is my wish
peace to find I look for,
just like you!
I long
I loathe
I fear
I hope
I bleed
I heal, just
like you.
I believe
I doubt
I accept
I refuse
I laugh
I cry, just
like you.
We are alike
we are the same
we are brothers...children of
a unique father!
Tell me,
my brother
my friend
my ally
why do we have to oppose
to fight
to hurt
to destroy and
to eliminate one another?
Are our seas really that narrow
our oceans that small
our lands so limited to
contain all of us?
or
is it the case that
our hearts are not big enough
and our minds not so wide-open to
enfold all of mankind?
Listen to me, my other self;
it is up to us to change this world we have inherited
with its virtues and vices
history and culture
flaws and merits
and
try to make it
better
nobler
kinder and
more caring
by:
obliterating harmful beliefs
demolishing injurious divisions
destroying detrimental distrust
annihilating racism and eradicating
the erroneous feeling of poisonous
superiority
for
to bring the dawn of a new loving world
a world of acceptance
of respect
of justice
of equality
of love and of
universal brotherhood
thus
with peace in our hearts
liberated we would be from past’s
deleterious tribulations
that
for myriads of years, have kept us,
fighting one another! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 JUNE 2020
* Dedicated to the memory of George Floyd and to all those who
have fallen victims of racism!
R.I.P. for Justice would be served!
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 have deliberately 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,
Avenger of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating 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, I was making efforts to raise consciousness to save Mother Earth. "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!
I'll try to tell you without my usual cant
that all I wanted was to go sailing with
Sherry Saturday morning but I can't!
My hovercraft is full of eels!
The watchman phoned when I was lying
in bed to notify me of this.
I was shocked to find he wasn't lying!
My hovercraft is full of eels!
My good-will has been weakened
because of this horrid event
which completely ruined my weekend.
My hovercraft is full of eels!
These morbid creatures are serious
party-poopers. Remember!: Their
electricity is deleterious.
My hovercraft is full of eels!
My beloved Birthday present invaded by
these heinous monsters! I will have to buy
a new one 'cause to this one I must say bye!
My hovercraft is full of eels!
Ghastly! You don't know how this feels!
My hovercraft is full of eels!
MY WINTER
Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed. The absence of
a merry Spring — the empty nest.
Emotions chill, shiver...
Turtlenecks without hugs.
The whiteout of snow —
knees shovel the heavy load.
Deleterious decorations,
keepsakes of holiday romance —
kids sledding and cutting cookies,
hot chocolate and kindled laughter.
Icicles cling like burs
to my dendrites,
stinging my eyes.
Yet, jingle bells soon ring,
with Nor’easter winds —
grandchildren chill for a season.
and with chattering teeth, I grin.
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I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.
I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts
pressing in.
My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they are the hard drugs
we were once cautioned
never to reach for.
O you Peony, you Day Lily, you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug mobs,
and I cringe away
rather than buy my sweetheart
yet another monstrous spray.
He gathers all flowers he sees to show off his romance.
He chops all trees he faces to show off his masculinity.
He gayly spits out a lump of saliva to show off his coolness.
He leaves traces of money wherever he goes to show off his richness.
He sings everyday, every moment to show off his persistency and passion.
But she doesn't stare into his eyes
with admiration nor satisfaction nor true desire.
Her eyes are a pair of story tellers, without a tint of a lier.
They only speak the truth, insulting the man with a harsh glare.
This time, his simple-mindedness carries him away.
His lack of mind demonizes his very heart and bones of his soul,
Snapping at once like a monster, existing as a deleterious being.
He goes mad, killing hundreds, thousands, millions, thirsty for a genuine love,
only waiting for to see a swarm of oozing blood waves gushing in and out of his lungs.
He cannot cope with this madness,
His responsibility he has once established.
At last, he cuts his breath with an undeniable slash with his double edged sword,
chanting a regretful cry out of his body until the silence takes over his surrounding.
The things you do are not worthy of compliments.
I thought even someone like you would have more sense.
Sometimes I wish you would stay on the other side of the fence.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
So often, you would display a puerile scene.
Nobody else I know would break a slot machine.
Your impetuous action was something not too keen.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Nobody likes it when you rant in a vociferous way.
Your deleterious actions seem to be here to stay.
Nothing has ever changed. It’s the same from day to day.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Whenever it is payday, you run off to a casino.
You disregard your bills and obligations, and off you go.
In no time at all, you no longer have any dough.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
The way you act in public appears bizarre and strange.
The family and few friends you have are treated like small change.
Is there a possibility your brain we can rearrange?
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Cruelly full of slaves
The basement was used
Of Zong, the damn ship
Of the bloody transshipment
The coast of the tiny Island of São Tomé
On the shores of West Africa
At full throttle, to the island of Jamaica
Zong, the damn ship
Began its surfing
And the total of thirty-three
Was the throng vassal
To the Atlantic coastlines abyss
Most cruel captain sent shoot
Was it not the outbreak deleterious
Willingly, then
To the sea,
It fell down an angry ten!
With grilhtetas tied at the ankles
Oh God, how horrible and brutal
While the Atlantic, with its own eyes
Saw the deal man gave his equal!
COME, MY BROTHER,
You asked me the other day, my friend, who
I am
I replied: I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what the color, creed, race, or status.
Look, I am born and die, suffer and enjoy, love and hate just
Like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a sister, a daughter, just
Like you.
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, peace to find I look for, just
Like you.
I yearn, I abhor, I fear, I hope, I bleed, I heal, just
Like you.
I believe, I doubt, I accept, I refuse, I laugh, I cry, just
Like you.
We are alike, we are the same, we are brothers, children of
A unique father.
-
Why have we:
To oppose, to fight, to hurt, to destroy, to eliminate
One another?
Are our seas that narrow, the oceans that small, the lands so
Limited to contain all of us?
Or
Is it the case that our hearts are not big enough, and our minds are not
Wide open to enfold all mankind?
-
Listen to me, my brother,
It is up to us to change the world we have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices, history and culture, sins and merits, and
Try to make it a better, nobler, kinder, and more caring world
By
Obliterating harmful beliefs,
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust
For to
Bring forth the dawn of a new loving world,
A world of acceptance, respect, justice, and of
Universal brotherhood
So as
With peace in our hearts, liberated would we be
From the past’s deleterious tribulations
That
For myriads of years have kept us apart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 OCTOBER 2013
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
I waited
Under the outspread foliage
Of the banana tree,
With ripening fruits dangling precariously,
Wondering,
With eyes set on the earth,
Wishing I understood
This everlasting madness.
To what end would man go,
To what end?
A mystery it remains,
Like the age old conundrum
Of the seniority between the hen and the egg,
Like the unfathomable depths of the bottomless pit...
Oh! Lamenting in unbridled grief,
Mother of all,
Seated on an ashen throne,
Wails poignantly,
While her children trade mighty fists,
Wetted by her tears,
Buoyed no less by her flashing darts
Of fierce reproof..
I, a mere bystander,
Watching, meditating, confused,
Lost, trying to understand what
Led to such fisticuffs
Between brothers who sucked on
The small obfuscated nipple
And rode the same burdened back..
Yes!
To what abysmal end?
What, hidden under the rigid crusts of the earth
Drives man to seek so zealously
To bury his fellow man
Six inches below
And shake his head
From side to side
Wearing rehearsed frowns,
Indifferent, obeying the laws
Of anarchy, and basking
In the prestige
Of ill advantage?
For in these matters,
Fasidically christened "the survival arts"
Men show sleight of hand,
Dexterity and mastery of the deleterious science
Of death...
And for his fellow, he is unapologetic..
Fallen, have you into the cesspool
And mucky wastes of nothingness,
You survived not,
And as such, were not fit to survive...
We, must hold our
Small heads in mad agony,
For shamelessly, we have
Trampled on the little men,
So dastardly disparaged
Till they shrunk,
Into tiny ants
Who suffer in silence
While the mammoths fight
For the trophy from Sheol..
I wondered....
Days passed,
Nights went by, sleep eluded me,
Nightmares sought out my deranged mind
And tormented me,
And I could not bear it any longer!
I searched the lengths and breadths of the earth
For answers, from men
wizened beyond my years,
But found them not...
I found only fools,
Tightly snuggled in their cosy territories
With mighty barricades
And tall barb-wired fences,
Throwing orgies...
For they had defeated themselves...
It was then, I slept...
This time, in the gentle
Stillness of the Caspian,
Wishing I was never born....
Darkness
Descending Doom
Despondency's Domain
Deleterious Degrading
Deepening Dramatic Desecration
Demonic Debilitation
Destructive Delusion
Desperation
Darkness
Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Sleeping death through timeless space
Nocturnal Nebulae that will displace
Misanthropic minds of clustered clouds
Bipolar builders of sacred shrouds
Elucidative echoes of enchanted eyes
Decussate delusions that shall arise
Carnal contortions camouflaging spheres
Deleterious dust expanding light years.
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