Best Detrimental 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!
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!
I pick up my notepad and find a sharp pencil
(Hope any comments won’t be too detrimental)
I scan the contest themes and hope I’m inspired
I’ll enter an old poem if I’m just too darn tired
I post my ‘best effort’ and hope that I win …
Yet ANOTHER N/A so I start hitting the gin!
With tears in my eyes I soup mail all my friends
There’ll be a ‘screwed contest’, will that pay dividends?
I finish the bottle, then scan the 'best new poems list'
My poem’s ‘pisadeered’, how my eyes start to mist
My masterpiece isn’t there - where has it gone?
It’s been cast into the realms of total oblivion
My eyes are now closing, I’m too sozzled to write
It’s well after midnight so I’ll bid you goodnight ....
I wake in the morning, dash to check all the lists ...
but with all the moaning on blogs… they no longer exist!
Inspired by Jerry T Curtis's POTD
07~25~16
Copy and paste can be detrimental if used in the wrong place
Such as posting and plagiarizing poems from another’s space
The time and energy it may take to search for poems to steal
It is a waste of time if you’re not going to be authentic and real
It’s also a crime to take credit for stolen art, poems or any other copied matter
And only a matter of time before a lawsuit may be served from a silver platter
It must be a type of severe mental illness or some type of character flaw
To want to claim poems as yours, that are not, is against the law
It would behoove you to think before you continue to copy and paste and post
We are on to your shenanigans and the deceitful liars are despised the most
Please remove your pathetic copied and pasted posts and leave our page
Because your reputation, integrity and legal recourse may be a lot to wage
Forbidden lipstick;
Detrimental to the soul
Powerful than any sword
A near death foretold;
Changes in lifestyle took place
Thanks to God's amazing grace
You,*
Hard-of-hearing,
Dweller of darkness,
Mother of all evils:
Ignorance!
You, who are unable
To hear the truth,
Even though it is spoken
Through the mouth of
Thunder,
But who easily discern
The fainting whispers
Of monstrous lies!
Why don’t you open, for once,
Your detrimental prison
Of calamitous darkness,
And allow luminous knowledge
To establish its dominion of peace
For the sake of suffering humanity?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 November 2015
* FROM MY RECENTLY PUBLISHED BOOK: This poem is one of many poems that are included in my poetry book on peace entitled “ An Aegean Breeze of Peace”
that was recently published by “innerchildpress” and is available at Innerchildpress.com, Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk,
Amazon.fr, Amazon.de, and Amazon.co.jp It is a book that I, Demetrios Trifiatis and co-author, hulya n. Yilmaz, a Liberal Arts Professor at The Pennsylvania State University, has written. Dr. Yilmaz, a wonderful lady whom I consider as my sister, was born in Turkey. As you may know, Turkey and Greece have been at war, on and off, for more than a thousand years. I, for those who do not know me, have got a Ph. D in philosophy, has studied in Canada, and was born in Greece. Dr. Yilmaz and I thought to join forces to write this book in order to let our countrymen and the world know that war is not the answer but peace is! Thank you all peace-loving people for your attention.
Mother of all Evils
You,
Hard-of-hearing,
Dweller of darkness,
Mother of all evils:
Ignorance
You, who are unable
To hear the truth,
Even though it is spoken
Through the mouth of
Thunder,
But who easily discern
The fainting whispers
Of monstrous lies,
Why don’t you open,
For once,
Your detrimental prison
Of calamitous darkness
And let luminous knowledge
Establish its dominion
For humanity's sake?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.
Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.
The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick yet fatal.
To paralyze this tasty tidbit,
its single bite is detrimental.
To live, to spin, to weave, to eat,
is spider’s deadly task’s cycle.
Web mastery, a cunning feat,
ensures the spider’s survival.
PRICELESS Me
Satan, Im priceless you cant put that price on me
This beautiful structure GOD has created simply does not have a fee
So all that you proclaim to offer theres no need you see
I can send up all my requests and receive them by getting down on bended knees
As I reflect back on my past when everything about me was a fee
And my entire mentality was driven by nothing but currency
I rendered you my soul
And just then my whole life had took its toll
I started chasing and lusting wealth
Which had become so detrimental to my health
I lost all my sense of reasoning my direction, visions and goals I was no longer seeing
I was brought with a pricetag on my head
But realistically I was living as the dead
When my sole purpose was to benefit the family I once led
Eventually you would place a huge dent in me
Incarceration has found me and grief surrounds me
As your merchandise and due to your purchase I allowed you to depreciate my value
You were persistently attracting, while consistently attacking
But know I landed back in my original owners hands, who initially gave me life
With instructions for no strife
New birth, My worth
Recognizing all that he created me to be without a price or a fee
Your wicked ramifications that had once followed
Mournfully, tormented me my family and friends suffering is what we had swallowed
And as your merchandise
I still had to pay my own price
While your plans were to dismantle, distract and corrupt
Here I sit stuck in the prison system on my but
Satan, I have just a few more words “IM PRICELESS”
I cant be bought thats the lesson that I was taught
No longer am I living in hell because my soul is not for sell
No longer a commodity my merchant is now GOD
And he is who embodies me.
PRICELESS ME
(Mark 8:36) And how does a man benefit if he gains the whole world and loses his soul in the process?
Lip stained ugliness
On my detrimental brow
Transcends the insignificance
Of union unbound
By tides indefinable
Even her skeleton is beautiful
After reading opinions of many PS poets, I'm sick of hearing phrases like,
"it's causing big problems," "making me heartbroken," "it sickens me," and many other negative thoughts that are detrimental to the site. I've given up trying to comprehend why some use it and claim it as their own. It's the same with plagiarizing, so I'll save myself the angst of using similar phrases because this is how I see it...
They come in all sizes, shapes, and each gender
posting poetic words that to them do not belong
and then deny it. To the truth they'll not surrender
AI users and plagiarizers will never admit the wrong
I've grown weary reading about it and I'm disconnecting
from caring if they keep getting away with it on the soup
I've stopped using detectors for those I've been suspecting...
ones who continue to debase themselves; it's low to stoop
Sadly, I've seen "Gotcha" written too often in the last year
Proof's been sent to those who should uphold their claim
Written words in PS established rules are not upheld here
leaving AI users and plagiarists getting away with their game
What drives you to steal poetry of others and call AI your own?
Is it because there's no harsh penalty from the administration?
People, you who call yourselves 'poet,' I cannot condone
those who cheat again and again and face no degradation
My eyes will be blind to those users and their schemes
I'll write what I choose as long as I'm pleased with my lines
Attention to mentioned issues has gone far beyond extremes
It's a legitimate gripe but I'm done with complaints and whines
A pond kept unclean
is detrimental to all
that accretes to it.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-24-2012
The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts,
That in my judicious opinion will ne'er be surpassed!
Ah, just to recall the tasty grub stewed up in that old skillet!
How it tingled my taste buds just sliding down my gullet!
The chicken, steaks and chops in that old pan she did fry,
Evoked oohs and aahs and many a contented sigh!
She liberally dolloped lard in the pan 'til she had it just right,
Then concocted stews, soups and fried taters for our delight!
Mom was never concerned about such things as saturated fat,
Or life-threatening cholesterol and such things as that!
I suppose medicos today would have a conniption fit,
If they knew of the dietary sins my Mom did commit.
She must've done something right - her spouse lived past ninety-four.
Her kids outlived the odds, each reaching four score years or more!
Self-anointed wizards deem cast iron skillets detrimental to our health,
But I think they're just peddling new fads to add to their wealth!
My dear spouse uses her old iron skillet most every day.
I feel fit as a banjo regardless of what so-called experts may say!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I know that is what you are trying to do until you don’t lose.
Upset the balance of a rightful world to
Destroy a focus that remains visionary to
Defeat the purpose of eternal peace.
Against the odds, you will precede while waiting for the truth to weaken.
A mountaineer never gives up the climb.
He or she seeks knowledge on how to peak the next time.
Even when it may seem a deadly try, his or her mind is with the goal defined.
Rightful is your success.
You are the splendor to your voice.
You are searching for the best way to proceed.
A wrongful world is always depleted.
An alpinist knows his or her rise.
He or she climbs to summit the incline.
Although him or her may scramble along the way, the journey has been
partaken.
A mindset designates a mental attitude or inclination formed.
One that has regiment that is detrimental to ambition.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
A mountain is to climb once formed.
You are therefore superior to all others.
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Written July 03, 2016!
ACCLIVITY
It is so easy to refine and relax through this perceptual escape.
Your thoughts are pure and thinking is disengaged.
As time pass, we will discuss out.
We will share our thoughts and our afterthoughts.
Everybody pay attention to the ambiance of the wind.
When you feel your soul is aglow, let your spirit be seen.
This is all part of the image you perceive.
When the sun is shining, we will take a nature walk.
This ascertain philosophies form from a greater source.
People are on the move promoting the cause of a better way.
The aura is vibrant to vitalize our ideas.
Representation provided by reflection of our past is process toward healing.
Precedents that signifies our progression and new found acumen are mindsets profound.
We are here to inform and make life formed detrimental to our choices.
Everybody listen to the waterfall.
Our inclination is to take control.
We are of character to not falter.
We spiraling upward to pinnacle.
Yet there is more to device.
Our cognizance is superlative.
Our time is here.
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Scribe July 2, 2015!