Best Eschatological Poems
Wisdom:The knowledge of the eschatological plan of Cosmos that only God possesses!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 May 2016
Impossible mission, nonetheless
eschatological, diabolical, critical...
dire straits betokens armageddon.
Come Tuesday, November 3, 2020
mandatory voting obligation to oust
horrible malevolent commander in chief.
Spanish and English writing on border wall
bespeaks impending apocalyptic windfall
weapons of mass destruction concomitant ashfall
brinkmanship ticks doomsday clock, hence the call
muster civilians and military troops coup to marshall
tuckered bands overthrowing pathological
megalomaniac haint your
homegrown garden variety apprenticed screwball,
Née commandeer of human abuses free world oh God
this exclamation ejaculated yours truly house atheist
runs ruinously, reprehensibly, rampantly roughshod
scaring out bejesus within winkin blinkin and nod
land of powdermilk biscuits and raw bits promises
to become ground zero predicated boneheaded clod.
Atrocious, cantankerous, egregious,
grievous, ignominious... dispensing
most every venerated, ushered, touted,
sacred, revered, pronouncing
progressive amendments dead
on arrival blithely shredding to tatters
hard won reforms since Fred
Flintstone days of yore shelving
codied, ratified, sanctified... shed
jeweled important legislation,
plus Russian musk cows to wed
Putin on the ritz.
Blasphemous, cantankerous, deleterious...
execrable folly... doth seed
subsequently begetting and breed
anarchy, chaos, hell, plus helps
foment pernicious, ominous,
noxious, malodorous... misdeed
pitting one against another creed
internecine warfare, where liveried
troops don and trumpet
(auld) alternative energy
fighting gear powering, i.e. ac/dc freed
one or more dirty deed
done dirt cheap reducing at lightspeed,
the hard fought/won democratic
inalienable rights purportedly guaranteed
by United States constitution,
(though oft times bias, i.e. reed
anti semitism, charade, facade...) heed
trample equality, morality, universality...
making mockery (attested bleed
courtesy flagrant historical extant bigotry,
chicanery, depravity... greed).
Hence, I step off figurative soapbox
dodging any lobbed missiles or rocks
no surprise bullied by same jocks,
who tormented me during high school
probably tattooed, pierced, and bald of locks
unlike yours truly, he sports self
as aging pencil neck geek
wearing non matching shoes and socks.
Unconditional disregard
sounds similar to my issues
with Straight White Male
AnthroPrivileged MonoPolistic
property developers
Taking a contract out
against caring for healthy soil
and resiliently protected access
to a wealth of water,
yet something less than flood waters
and super hurricanes.
How is unconditional disregard
not not also a local choice
for retaining a systemic health
is also wealth
gestalt?
Co-arising equivalently dipolar
LeftBrain healthy egos
and RightBrain wealthy ecosystems
recreating unconditional positive
not disregard for EarthCare?
How far
and wide
and deeply intimate do you care
to see
and speak
of where you dare to cum?
and go?
In our shared unconditional
regenerative regard narrative
from nascent egocentrism
to well-matured ecosystemic consciousness
Where unconditional health
is an ecologically positive
polycultural regard
and wealth is a biological not negative
Earth-patriotic capital co-investment
in future EarthTribe regenerations
Unconditionally co-regarding
bicameral
bipartisan
ego/ecopolitically cooperative
win/win co-investments
in unconditional sacred/secular regard.
How deep do unconditional regard
root systems need to emerge
into health
and safety thrival
exploring more than win/lose
this quarter
this year
raw and naked survival?
To see
and speak
what any ignorant narcissist
can remember
of indigenous neurosensory experience
We all enjoy a sacredly ecstatic peak experience
potential to break through mundane side
by predative sideness.
We share so much more potential
than autonomously taking a perfect
non-conditioned disregard
for slow grown eschatological dumps
to seed Earth's polyculturally panentheistic
nonviolent communing
Healthy and safe
unconditionally regarding
secular soil
and sacred win/win peak experience toil
to not spoil
what MotherEarth
needs to rear Her
unconditional warm self and Other
regarding future regenerations
ReMembering
Safety and self-optimizing
health care
are also unconditionally
well regarded
organic
sacred wealth share.
To be a polylepis tree you gotta know
You're a polylepis tree & this knowing
Cements by being a polylepis tree,
Knowing between diagrammatic cracks
Fork'd already info knowing during descent.
Mud run through alpine meadow. Rubberized
Crunch on ruddy paths, rucksacks looped,
Deltoids, silly sound serious bulge spine
Ached before leaning away to swallow,
Sepia bark holding his musculature;
Paparazzi march out crimped edges
Of fungi, sussed then left together.
Glottal ribbing. Skeumorph thread
Discs, spades, b-side timpani under eaves.
Copper sheaves, wine burning in cups
Thickening until dark brown oozes
At a lesser velocity, blown eardrum,
Given the climaxes of greater viscosity—
Green epiphytic ferns stitch airy
Misconceptions (soil, root), the drawing in,
& expulsion, the search for a golden
Arboreal rat. A tunnel-maker
Said to be densely populated in woods
Near-gone to potato farms, cattle,
The absent lecture, then, on survival plastic
Spool of thread glued to the back
Drawn in a thin white line, followed
For ur-experiment, hundreds of feet
Climb up the lateral limb, down, dug under
Grass, tunneled, then over miniature crick,
Through nodule floor-sponge, a wetland,
A watershed for a whole valley, to grass
Again, below, finding elaborate nests but
The rat escaped, the sinewy string left.
A choreography misses it, an instinct
Closest but dull, so a blind sight in high
Sun, a canopy growing at itself not up,
Sift, shrift, the want to lay down before
Night freezes the water inside the air.
A return at night to the espeletia, giants
Sunflowers shocked by moon, switch-backs,
Doing Zs, squared, cubed to the tenth clouds
Departing, something horribly there not
Constellation no not a galaxy those are
Not things let them not be where’s the
Name laying in the grass, alpine creekline
Eschatological curvature, mutter, murmur,
A yellowing light flung, the cold how they
Open little air, the screaming sleeve, there!
Of not-this this, in it, out it, here & away,
Something recalled, what a string, rat,
What ways you move, only that body,
No containers for the humans so the sea
Could get that travel-manic blue, sworn
To make another moon of it, another go,
Unfixable, in need of fixing, air adjust,
An alkalinity expectant, a Sulphur rain,
Chattering cargo setting fire to night.
Divinity's eschatological plan defies human understanding!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 April 2018
* This is my 1900th poem!
HOPE
Feelings, prayer
Feeling, prospecting, striving
Ever so eschatological
Desire. . .
6/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
For years I refused to drink beer, any beer,
awful stuff to my taste. When I did, though,
rare as it was, it was only to “fit in” – and to
avoid snide and unflattering remarks from
friends when I didn’t..
Beer has a long history reaching back to
the days of the pharoahs. Even the artisans
who built the pyramids were provided the brew
(besides a variety of other provisions), and look
what they were able to accomplish!
Some years ago a friend brought me a bottle
of a Canadian beer with the eschatological name
“Fin du Monde” – End of the World. An odd
name for a beer, I think, but thought-provoking.
Well, when I tasted it, my dislike for beer
evaporated like drops of cold rain hitting a
hot asphalt road! It tasted like no other beer
I had ever tasted – slightly sweet, reminiscent
of some subtle fruit – pear? – with a surprising
titillating fizzy sensation.
Now when I drink beer – as I am at
the moment – it’s always Fin du Monde,
savoring its delicate flavor and feeling
quite good about myself, buoyant really,
and a welcome change to my usual blah
disposition: released like the tiny bubbles
I am staring at rising so blithesome
through its amber atmosphere, as I sit
writing these lines – a not significant
accomplishment, I admit, when compared
to building a pyramid.
Like those undertakers, I have nightmares
Death wanders through my memories
Too many scenes of horror in my regrets
I prefer solitude to the hypocrisy of those vultures
I will end up in a black coffin to taste the blessings of my hell
I have suffered like those souls sensitive to freedom
The carcass is scarred and the heart traumatized
I am sorry for all those sins
I have tied up my demons and gagged my ghosts
If I listened to my fantasies, I would be a criminal with the pedigree of a serial killer
I carry the hatred of a Gazan trapped in the body of a descendant of slaves
Since I learned to walk, I have never had the courage to bow before the eschatological chimeras of a slavemaster God
I hate war, but I know how to handle weapons of war
I recognize all the hideous faces of misery, even in the darkness
Their negrophobia thickens the dignity of my Africanness
I will never submit to their deity
I have already embraced the spirituality of my ancestry
Their slanders and cruelty will never massacre my convictions
Keeping a clear mind, even against the mockery of the angel of death
I roam this cursed planet like a pandemic
I do not believe in humanity
I distance myself from humans who speak of loyalty
No trust to grant to those viper tongues
War is the compass of these madmen
From the atomic bomb to the black bomb under the eyes of the cradle of humanity