Best Era Poems
Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.
Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival
If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close to home. Take a trip back in time—no matter your age—into the golden era of Doo Wop and the boppy, haunting rhythms of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
This song captures the bittersweet romance of waiting by the phone, heart pounding with hope, wondering if that special someone will call. It’s a love story, where jukebox tunes filled the air, diners were the place to be, and every unanswered ring told a tale of longing.
So grab an ice-cream soda, turn up the volume, grab your partner, let nostalgia take over, and dance to the retro Doo Wop beat, you’ll enjoy it..
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above our on my YouTube Channel
Beneath the silver hush of midnight’s sigh,
the quiet stars refuse to blink her name
Moon - You vigilant observer from above
Your indifference lingers just the same.
A drum with a hollow sound, my beating heart
each second stretched, each ring less second cold.
I strain to hear her verse, but none are found,
in the quietude of a glimmer not made whole.
Hope strains a fragile thread, pulled tight,
will love return, or do I wait in vain?
Time elongates the qualms I feel inside
Motionless yet its silence sparks my pain.
Oh, ringtone, let mercy find my ears,
or let me waft in love’s fickle fears.
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
bleibt unvergessen
und zwischen Rosenranken
ruht ein Hauch vergang'ner Tage,
wie leichter Tau
auf stillem Morgengras
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
ich ungezwungen,
wir Kinder,
zwischen Häuserecken
und dem fernen Wald,
spielten dort Nachlauf
und Verstecken
Ich seh' den Sommer wie er war,
mit neuen Augen.
Und wieder steh' ich dort,
wo ich einst stand
und sehe uns
im Licht vergang'ner Tage
und laufen noch ein Stückchen
Hand in Hand
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Summer like it once was,
still remains unforgotten
and between rose tendrils
rests a breath of bygone days,
like those light dew
on quiet morning grass.
Summer like it once was,
I myself free,
we children,
between house corners
and the distant woods,
chased each other
and played hide-and-seek
I see that summer as it once was
with new eyes.
And there again I stand,
where I once stood
and see us
in the light of bygone days
and walk a short time
hand in hand
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El verano como era una vez,
todavía permanece inolvidado
y entre zarcillos de rosas
reposa un soplo de días pasados,
como ligero rocío
sobre silenciosa hierba de la mañana
El verano como era una vez,
Yo mismo libero,
nosotros niños,
entre esquinas de las casas
y bosques distantes,
perseguiendo uno al otro
y jugamos escondite
Yo veo ese verano cuando era una vez
con nuevos ojos.
Y de nuevo estoy allí,
donde una vez estuve,
y yo ver nos
en la luz de días pasados
y caminamos poco tiempo
con la mano en la mano
Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.
Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.
Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.
Young, gentle and in bondage
This innocent bird flew towards the promised land
Her frame petite yet powerful
Her eggs beautifully nested when transported from Calcutta
The sight of the new turf welcoming
A dream of hope and fair go brewing deep within
Day and night she laboured for payments equating to peanuts
The breadth of whips ploughed her like a bull in the harsh fields of Nadi
Her eggs now fertile
A pretentious malnourished glow adorning her face
No snug mattress at night
No baby shower
The scorching sun and the liberal rain
Her only companions to clad her in celebration
Cooked, then drenched, then burnt…
She finally delivers a dead bundle of tears
Her tragedy apparently not so sensational
Urging her overseer to order her back to the fields in four days
The memories of the dead child
Not at all dead in her head
Cold and depressed she refuses to present herself
Maternity leave a term alien on the ‘girmit’ fields
Gathering courage from ‘Durga’, she dares to speak of rights
Perhaps the very last time she spoke
The overseer, insulted and beats her near death
Lying in the fields with broken limbs and essence
Her veil the only bandage
To cover her wounds.
She became a symbols of American pride,
as she made her run down the tracks.
Those big drivers turning eight wheels
and smoke pouring from her stack.
Pulling cars from Chicago to Memphis,
on across that Delta Land,
running down to Baton Rouge and over to the Gulf Coast sands.
She saw the Yellow Dog run where the Southern Cross the Dog
ate shrimp in New Orleans and ribs from a Kansas City hog
She pulled corn out of Illinois and a load of wheat to sell
Rumble on down to Mississippi on the Monday Morning Rail
The engineer, with his hand on the whistle,
keeping the train on time.
His schedule became a badge of honor,
As he ran the railroad line.
He rolled through village and town
then turned the throttle loose,
A hundred tons of solid steel, a
hundred cars and a caboose.
She was called “the future of America,”
Before the diesel took her place.
She kept her date with destiny and lost
In the final race.
History has told the story of an era
that has come and gone,
A hundred years of running the rail,
the steam engine has sung her song.
Tap, tap, clickety-clack
Thoughts vigilantly stamped
Trademark of transcription
Technology's prologue
Twain's famous "Tom Sawyer"
Time etched black and white scene
Tinted with grandpa's dust
4-27-2021
We
Didn't hear God's whispers
We
Chose to ignore God's cries
We
Even disregarded God's roar of
His wrath
For all wrongs we were doing:
To nature
To life
To each-other.
Then
Silence fell...
An eerie silence
Carrying with it an invisible virus
That brought:
Fear
Terror and
Death.
Suddenly
We woke up from apathy's slumber
And rush forward to repel the invading
Enemy!
Doctors and nurses,
Police and the army,
Volunteers and priests,
All took up arms against a common foe,
All ready to give their lives for their
Fellow man.
What a glorious manifestation of goodness
What a magnificent display of brotherhood
What an apotheosis of divine love!
" No greater love hath man than laying down his life
for his friends." (John 15:13)
It is certain
That this is the dawn of a new era
The birth of a novel world that would be:
Kinder
Nobler
Braver
Juster and
More loving!
God, my friends,
Works in mysterious ways
For
To lead us onto the path of righteousness,
The path from which humanity, unfortunately, has
Been led astray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2020
The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still
We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise
I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era
We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain
withered
frail
old,
upon
the wayside of life..
the stream
of time
floats by:
insights
unwanted
experience
ignored
and
thus
the circle
of mistakes....
revolve..
and revolve....
and.... revolve
blocked mid-
voicemail. last words
self-care
To know just where your're going
You must know where you've been
You must respect the history
The things others have seen
It's true in all things relative
Be it music, sports or life
If you don't know where you came from
You're just dancing on a knife
Gherig, Ruth and Robinson
May, and Mantle, Seaver too
Respect their contributions
And don't just say Ruth who?
Respect where things have come from
And the players of the past
Because you learn and make things better
It's what makes the damn game last
Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline
Nestor Chylak and The Goose
They made baseball special
They gave the game a little juice
Orr, Richard and Gretzky
Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz
You have to know about them
You need the beginning to your ends
Bob Baun and Bill Barilko
Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief
You have to know their history
They're what it is to be a Leaf
The game has changed immensely
Things can not go back in time
But to me...the old alumni
Made the game I know as mine
Respect the ones before you
The ones who laid the groundwork down
The ones who made it special
The non-pretenders to the crown
Elvis, Buddy, Harrison
Played the songs inside their heart
Lennon, Wilson and the rest
They all played a real big part
Every single generation
should learn from the one before
For if they don't know where they've come from
Then what has it all been for?
Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones
Sarazen and Hogan too
They pushed the gameright to it's limits
Now the pressure's upon you
The new breed are the teachers now
They're the ones to lead the way
When twenty or so years from now
You'll hear somebody say
"Respect who came before you
The ones who made us so damn proud
LIke Nash and , Perry and Taylor Hall
They played the game so loud
Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander
they brought it up a notch
They were there to stretch the limits
Not to just sit by and watch
Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan
Bubba, Dustin and the rest
They are the players of the future
They all respected the games best
So, to know where you are going
You must know where you have been
Respect, past through the future
And all that's happened in between.
The Era of Area
Diameters
Circumference
The whole sector
My vision is the mirror of the world I'm reflecting
Led by my Path and direction
I said I was reckless
But only to relay the message
That
peace is peace
But that don't mean just ah fraction
We are mankind
Not manufactured
Intellectuals
That lack actual
Intellect that's factual
Susceptible
To information un creditable
Satisfied with lies made eatable
Audible and fashionable
Collateral
damage,
descendants of
Degenerates
Piggybacking
Of ignorance
Soliciting
Bigotry and
Vengeance
Is it
the power of adding every cents
Or the fact that we been slaves
Caged in that same ship ever since
Kunta tried to make a drum
But the beat skipped
Speak it
He taught me,
that's the way to pass teachings
Read it
Alex Haley taught me
Words are our secret
language leads us to our healing
I thank Ayala for her leading
And Lauren hill for her grieving
So many I thank without guessing
But you feel their presence
Through my content and evidence
I'm forever rich
Gold is my soul
Diamonds shining through my bones
I'm all elements and minerals
Ascending in intervals
I'll be the bird with the word
So you dont get pigeon holed
Strength is within us
We forget it though
Looking at the exterior
Forgetting the inter folds
We self centered
But are we centered though
See the picture and throw a filter on
Then wonder why you vision thrown
We all sinners
casting the first stones
My people, take these steps with me
The path the leads us back home
It's only the start now
...a road yet unknown
At times the whisper of other steps
...sometimes we walk alone
The best start of our lives
May at times cry in sorrow
But even on our deadliest days
The sun will shine tomorrow.
So we must do our best
Whatever time may bring
And look beyond the winter chill
To taste the breath of spring.
Into each life will come
A time to start anew
A new start for each heart
As lively as morning dew.
Though the responsibilities of life are great
And palms are bowed so low
The cyclone of time will leave behind
The beauty of a rainbow.
Time will never take away
Our chance to start anew
It's only the start now
So the beautiful dreams can still come true.
The changing nature, Volatility.
No one knows what'll happen, Uncertainty.
The cofusion of things, Complexity,
and easy to mislead, Ambiguity.
They affect greatly people and society.
Yesterday's success will not assist us,
to ensure tomorrow's success more plus.
The solution should be diversity.
Let's make your environment elastic.
It can grow your mental capacity.
And it's no need to fear other's thinking.
Let's grow your spiritual world fantastic.
It can refresh your pure vitality.
And it's your time to fix human linking.
Nonsense up on top
Stupidity glorified
Nations in peril!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 OCTOBER 2014