Best Fast One Poems
As preacher’s daughters we had to toe the line,
But sometimes our halo slipped and we weren’t too divine.
When my twin sister and I were 15 we rebelled against the rules,
And pulled a fast one on our parents, just to look good in school.
We wanted to pierce our ears and be like the other girls in school,
And forget we were preacher’s kids for once, and just be cool!
Our parents emphatically refused, so they thought our hands were tied.
But we wouldn’t take no for an answer…we wouldn’t be denied.
We came up with a sneaky plan to forge our parents name,
Giving us permission to pierce our ears… we had no shame!
We went to the department store, and the dirty deed was done.
We didn’t think our parents would notice … we thought we had won!
We had lied and forged and were headed towards hell,
But we were only thinking, “Boy those earrings are really looking swell!”
For a few weeks, we wore our hair down and they never knew.
Then one day I forgot, put my hair in a ponytail, and it all came unglued!
My Dad was home and noticed, and I heard his wrath.
He was not at all happy, and was on the warpath!
I figured if I was going down, my twin would too,
So my loyalty went out the window, and I said, “She did it too!”
We were in hot water with my parents for quite a while,
And ashamed of ourselves, so at home we went the extra mile.
But one good thing that came out of our sinful indiscretion,
Was that we got to keep our earrings, our brand new obsession!
CHOREOGRAPHY of LIFE and DEATH
(Four times I have crossed swords with death up to now!)
The cheerful trumpet of
Miraculous life,
Imperatively sounded in
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune
Another animation:
MINE!
And as my innocent
Infantile heart, provoked by
The challenging divine call,
Started beating tenderly in
The rhythm of the never-dying cosmos
Thus making me
ALIVE!
The promising sound was
Still ringing in my delicate
Ears
Singing the marvelously hopeful song of life,
When the sound of a second trumpet, similar to the first,
Filled with its melancholic tune my tiny world,
Announcing the coming of calamitous death
Thus
Condemning me to die.
LIFE and DEATH beside me they stood,
Facing each other,
Tenderly, holding my hands
And claiming me as their child.
Life was the first to whisper into my ears,
Promises so many.
She talked to me about joy, happiness, love and
Procreation,
About thousands of other things that
She would like to offer.
Only a favor she asked in return;
To be hers and only hers forever!
-
When death heard all this, didn’t make any sound,
Only sardonically smiled at life first,
And then to me emphatically declared:
“The cup of joy you can never drink before you empty
that of sorrow, and no matter what life says to you, in the end,
you will be my very own.”
-
That’s the way my trip in this ephemeral world began,
With vigorous life, leading and tracing the promising way,
And death kept following her, just a few steps behind
Patiently, was waiting to catch up with her pace,
But,
As years, were passing fast one after the other,
Death was approaching rapidly each, and every day.
So the fight they had begun so many years ago,
Relentless war now becomes, with life still the
Winner.
Yet, the ill-fated date, unexpectedly, came to my great surprise,
When the cold hands of death I felt around my skeleton waist,
Squeezing the life out of me with all their force and main.
Eager to extinguish in me wished, the very last spark of life,
And as the shrilling wind of death was howling throughout
My body, I fell at once breathless, dead and
Still over the ground remained!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
2 February 2013
Crack open an eye on Saturday morn,
and reach out to give him a cuddle.
To find he's been up since break of dawn,
and crouched in a black oily puddle.
Began with the Polo, a fast one I guess,
On day three the engine goes BOOM!
Self serviced the car to cost himself less,
Now there's wires spewing out from the loom.
A holey exhaust, a broken headlight,
and *** burns adorning each seat.
The bulbs have all blown so he cant drive at night,
or too far coz the car overheats.
To top this all off, he then bought a Golf
GTI so it's fast as a cheetah.
It's German, it's black, he's named it Adolf,
The fact it won't start, common feature.
He pulled out the seats and the engine and tanks,
It's now just a sad empty shell.
I put up and put up but still get no thanks,
So I wish these cars would burn in hell.
I'm tired of washers and bolts on the floor,
of my kitchen and hallway and loo.
Got wires and leads and cards off the doors,
Full suspension in my living room.
Im sick of these Dubs, I'm sick of the sight
of alloys and tyres and....just....bits.
The attention these Dubs get from morning til night,
It's beginning to get on my.....nerves.
Just put down your spanner, your socket and wrench
and grab a cold drink from the fridge
Take off your stained jeans, and jump in the bath
Now, where did I put the phone number for the scrap yard?.......
6th September 2011
No matter how fast one treks toward their future.
Their past always has an open invitation into their present!
He was cold, and, suffering bad...
She was far too hot,
A cooling breeze...
She wished that she had...
So he turned up his temp,
And her's, she turned down,
And it's more than hard to believe,
Just how fast one can be turned,
Into a sad clown...
Further up, he turned,
His heat control number,
did he dial...
While she turned down,
On her's, praying for,
Relief, all the sweat soaked while...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast,
It was fast becoming unbearable,
My dear aunt very near,
Turned to burnt toast...
And my favorite uncle...
Now near frozen solid...
In frozen fear he did clutch...
His oaken bed post,
Which, oddly, now seemed quite warm...
And this was, for sure,
Never before the norm...
Now was the time,
For drastic action,
Each turned their temp dials
Up or down to the max...
Would'a been much more easy,
For each to learn, in a mere hour,
Just how to play jazz sax...
Now each was quite desperate,
And anguished beyond belief,
Burning and freezing,
There seemed no relief...
Who sold them this defective blanket?
Just who was that nasty thief??
Almost as if well practiced,
and seemingly on cue,
Each jumped out of their,
Respective torture device,
Seemed all they could do,
Ready now to call an electrician,
Or psychic, for some sorely needed advice...
Next day, when their bedroom door,
They did finally unlock...
To finally check on inside,
Expecting some horrific shock,
Like the bed partly frozen,,
And part melted away...
Knowing that, if such should be,
They would have not a clue,
On just what to say...
The electrician soon did come than...
A $160 call...
For a 2 minute peek...
And even that was half stall...
One thing you could count true,
He was pissing off us all...
He explained to them...
The problem, he did diagnose,
It wasn't evil spirits...
It was not a ghost...
See each had,
their wires crossed,
The dual control temp dials,
Oh, brother!!!
And they had only controlled...
The temperature of the other!!......."
Where were you when i lived on gunshots and teargas,
When the violence intensified and put fear on us,
When the police brutality coasted me a friend and my face,
When the eviction notice saw me part ways with my place,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,
Internally displaced in own motherland,
Why should i flee while the perpetrators walk Scot free,
Have the culprits been brought to hand,
Those who had us bath in our blood in the killing spree,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,
You promised me free education,
But the tax you demand is like buying a nation,
And what of the infrastructure you promised us,
you wouldn't know when you are always flying above us,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,
You bought my trust last time and fled,
And being a fool i trusted you and bled,
Fighting for you to have a better life than mine,
But now that you have it, to me you are busy,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,
I know about you now, Mr. Politician,
You beg me then pull a fast one like a magician,
Ive seen you transform from 'Hope' to 'Hopeless',
It's my time now, for you i care less,
Now that you are all suits and tie,
You ask for my vote and leave me to die,
Just swiped my card
I can hear footsteps all around
Plates and cups banging
A tray falls on the ground
In,
out,
corner,
behind you
Meals over,
Bring ice cream
You just have to
No ice to scoop
Appetizers are cold
Kitchen is backed up
Sometimes it gets so old
Your new so they'll test you
Try to cheat you out of tips,
This “co-worker”..not quite legit
One might have pulled a fast one
But a mistake only happens once
Next time you need food run
Your on your own son
Once a week I take a long walk from my home.
To the land of the dead and lay flowers on top of your stone.
For hours and hours I stay and I pray.
Telling you I miss you and ill see you again someday.
As I wipe these tears from my eyes I cant help but hate myself for being the reason you died.
You were my everything you were my world.
The love of my life, my baby girl.
I didn't see it coming it happened so fast one second were driving and all of a sudden crash.
Before we departed you looked at me and laughed.
You said good buy that you loved me then you started to gasp.
When the police finally got there I knew I was done.
Just another sad story of a teen who was drunk.
The thoughts of that night are forever in my head.
Making me wish that I too was dead.
So the point here that I am trying to make.
when you drink and drive its not always just your life you can take.
I feel fire's forces from afar,
and burn to grasp the answers
to this tamed self, taught at last,
by searing flames unfastened.
Freed from fast, one day we'll feel
sacred touch all burnt hearts heal,
and all the straws at which we grasped
be long forgotten, deeply buried.
Life's sad times exposed, yet brief,
mind's memories of pain and grief,
will hang a final fireworks display
to linger faint glitter blown away
within the aura of the Milky Way.
One instant of life's dismay dismissed
as one second in all eternity's bliss-
A shooting star's delicate trail burnt unseen
in future's eternal, glorious being.
13/10/2017
Erika Renee, my little child,
you are growing too fast,
seems like yesterday I held
you in my arms, as I rocked
you to sleep.
I remember when you called
me papa in such a cute little way
and the enchanting smile you
gave me and still do.
I remember cute little things
you used to say, like when
I would say, let's go get
some fast food to eat,
you said, why not some
slow food.
I remember when you pretend
to be a doctor, then you
would say, oh, oh, I see some
cat hair.
I remember the day
you were born and
the first time I held you,
how proud I was to
be your grandfather.
Yes Erika Renee,
you are growing up
way too fast, one
thing is certain, I'm
still proud of you.
Loving you more
each day my
little sweet granddaughter,
please don't ever
change.
wrote 2-19-10
for my granddaughter
Erika Renee Foulk
Born March 31, 1999
and will turn 11
on March 31, 2010
Words unsaid can be undone
And in this way our liberty's forgone
Are we so abandoned in our quest for the throne
That we leave each other starved, carved and alone?
That we remain quiet in the face of adversity
In hopes that there is still a round-about way to own the city
What you fail to see
Is that the city is me
A thought unspoken goes unheard
It is like an unsolved crime
Where for a time, the criminal is you
Why do you not speak, but fester instead
With this confession rotting inside of your head
Think not, want not.
You've made your thinking so breezy
That you've made it easy
For the media to pull a fast one on you
I shall scream it until I'm hoarse.
When and why did the war against terror change its course?
Because they're traitors?
Because of treason?
To what cause?
Treason is just reason, with a cross in front of it
Think about it
And still, the question is unanswered, like so many others.
When did curfew begin to extend past the street lights?
When did guns begin to define a fair fight?
When did learning become memorization?
When did pharmaceuticals begin to run the nation?
When did black on black violence become a second rate topic in rap?
Replaced by the conformity of uptowns and throwbacks and caps?
When did nineteen become the average High School graduation age?
When did teen pregnancy set the stage for the commonplace?
When did Latinas forget that sexiness is more than an outfit?
When did New York become so counterfeit?
When, when or more importantly why?
And perhaps I will believe no answer, because…
My thoughts design me, but
It is my voice that defines me
And I am what society is afraid to see
I am a 30 line long side effects warning label
I am the lesson in Aesop's fables
I am the contradicting line in your history book
I am beauty that warrants a second look
I am the reason for which lightly you tread
Because I am the voice inside of your head
I simply am
I am the reason you hate and love the city
But what you fail to see
Is that the city is me
I woke up
My room shines bright
Moon light is pretty tonight
Barely strenght to move but effort is my fight
Clever move to stand up
Now the walls blow up
The sky is dark
Moon becomes red
Candles turn off
An old blood mad like hell
Again same story
Is our time to leave
To die
Let's go sleep
I woke up again
Oh it was a dream
A rare and fast one
Now let's stand up
I only test my limits
Not god's
Big bang
Walls fall
Kindom sleeps
We are destined for this
Kindom falls
We shine bright
Moon sleeps helplessly
The sun is far from home
God save us all
Help us
Arrows fly torched with flame
God believe us
A night of deception have woken
Resurrection of a statue
The cross is not carried by no one
Then let this arrows burn us alive
Torched with flames
Oh it burns us all alive
Saved by messiah
Oh we still die
Help us all
A fair toll to pay
A bright moon to worship
A beatiful night to sleep off
A world of desires rises
A mankind full of sins
A god mad at his creation!
Trump Guy Who Is Gross
Trump is a guy definitely gross
Not being friendly or bellicose
Or beneficial as well as helpful
Fast one on us trying to pull
His own medicine don't want a dose.
Jim Horn
Are you laughing yet?
Wherever Were You
Wherever were you when the wolf dropped by?
Out reading my great poem saying my oh my
And if you were to write something like that
You'd be unruly Republican or dumb Democrat.
Were you ever taken for a fast one before?
But were smart and clever and did ignore
Next murderous message coming down road
Was sent by some maniac in Morse Code.
Whatever it was could hardly recognize
While both parties were wearing a disguise
One had been a happy and other absurd
And both liked behaving like a big nerd.
What wondrous things will find in Congress these days
The closer you look they start to truly amaze
One came from a shoot in a big bull pen
And the other ws called unruly Rumplestilskin.
After all of the bull had been thrown around
And both feet and horns gored the ground
No matter what and we know it won't be long
Until we will start hearing the same old song.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
probably had their heart set on
consuming only greens,
probably thought that’d they’d
shed the pound, might’ve been a
resolution for the new year,
might’ve been a sudden love of
animals that led them to getting rid
of anything that hung in their
wardrobe,
that they washed their heads with,
rubbed all over their body or
stuffed in their stomachs---
might’ve been a life growing up of
meat n’ potatoes & a sudden assertion
of freedom to eat whatever the ****
they wanted, once they left the nest,
might’ve been a movie that showed the
cruelties done to animalkind by
humankind that shocked the *****out
of em’,
might’ve just been a want for a change &
on the micro,
up came
vegetarianism.
in the short range,
they stuck to the program,
they shoveled in the carrots, the lettuce,
the cukes, the tomatoes, the celery, the
green peppers, the yellow, the orange,
the red &
along with the veggies came a long list of
fruits, to try to pull a fast one on that
sweet tooth with
natural sugars.
seemed like it could last forever,
before being confronted with that first source
of starch,
which isn’t against the vegetarian law---
though most will say that they eat mostly
vegetables, they be lying through their teeth---
so with this,
more breads, more cereals, more grains, more
cinnamon buns, more potato chips, more
cheese pizzas, more breadsticks, more
bagels, etc.
weasels its way into the life of this
vegetarian, whose life becomes more of a
dedication to the starches than the
veggies,
for they fill the stomach,
for they are easier to get (available at every
fast food place---a la sugars, fats, starches &
barely any veggies anyway) &
said vegetarian better face up to what it is that
they’ve really become,
a starchtarian.