Best Injurious 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!
In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing
O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou bleakest horse ,this blackest night
Untethered and untied
Noble creature -"NOT"- I cried
A pallid stare through tousled mane
Treads the core of my hidden pain
So obvious now for all to see
My fear complies to jellyfied fragility
Hope drifts lost in catatonic misery
As does my scream in muted agony
Nostrils flared in malarial trembling
Gasps aloud from injurious dreaming
Departing tail of comets flight
Leaves me such a prophetic sight
"Smoking is bad,
Out of fad", says
my lad of eight
Don't smoke again
It does slain you
Gives pain to us
I do not bluff
Said,"Enough!" Took
a puff to think
26.02.16
My friend some time serious,
Some time fast and furious.
And she has some glory,
She never told me sorry.
She has always smile on her face,
Impossible to chase,
But her friendship is pure us.
She is naughty but
See her bounty.
She has scooty,
Which is very sweetie,
See serious her injurious.
Cause she plan for next prank us.
God made human beings into man and woman
And adorned them - gems into a gorgeous garden;
Never coloring them into white, black, or brown
His image, he poured into them, in-mold golden...
Humans created all casts, colors, creeds, and sects,
Filled the earth with injurious impurities;
Each looking another as suspicious objects,
Thus marring the beauty of God's priorities...
Realizing - sin against each one - ugliest
Human beings need to remove the filth in them;
Outlooks on persons and events must be honest,
Each human as precious as the Kohinoor gem...
When the law and the legal system is racist,
Who would citizens ever approach for justice?
Having not condemned the legal system fascist,
Could the system not ever care for the rustics?
People who oppressed are uniquely qualified,
Speak on behalf of other oppressed of the group;
Victims of racism and cruelties that abide,
Need exclusive interference of legal troupe...
And thus, may inequalities be wiped away,
May everywhere human cause and humanism thrive!
Everything that hinders human growth may give way,
To love, fraternity, and liberty to live...
11 July 2021
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
We are in a place where hatred
Seems prevalent and touted
Prejudices against races
And religions are mainly width
Of illustration of distaste
Many people secretly hate
On freedom and democracy
Which lingers on in the state
Of communism and czarism
And any other fascism
Hatred is to blame for the worst
Event in the history: war and doom
Hatred is the worst human stillness
It is injurious when taught to kids
It robs them of their innocence
To hate things is a horrible mess
If I could start to change the world
I’d tear hatred off from one’s mind
And heart, by starting it off from myself
‘Tis vital to see, feel and understand
04/16/16
2nd placer (Any Poem Meaningful To You) 4/20/16
8th placer (A Poem You Are Proud of) 5/8/16
7th placer (Hope) 4/30/16
10th placer (100 in a row contest) 7/7/16
Odin's Brood
Tyr, Ziu and Saxnot triple threats to the giants*
Hermoor, Heimdallr, Magni and Thor all so defiant
gods of might and power, protectors of sweet earth
Odin's brave brood , courage and strength since birth
Vali, so very set on revenge and great destruction
so skilled in the guiles of seduction and abduction
Mani, shines with force , moon god of the mighty Norse
attempts seducing Nott , goddess of night , of course
Ullr , god of the winter, the hunt and sword duel
tricked by evil Loki that thought him a great fool
Sjofn, temptress , shining majestic goddess of love
that inspires freyja in love, and battle far above
Odin, that set the universe , the mysteries of life
frigga that bore him the sons of glory and paradise
All players in the Nordic thoughts of darkness and light
each serving to stir man's ardor and great zeal to fight
Greatest of all was the powerful legend of mighty Thor
that roamed the earth , destroying evil shore to shore
The bravest son of all Odin's great, mischievous clan
replacing mighty Tyr in the eyes of justice and man!
07/01/2014
giants* (The Jötnar are a mythological race that live in Jötunheimr, one of the
nine)
Speakers of Old Norse called them jötnar (singular jötunn, pronounced
roughly “YO-tun”) or þursar (singular þurs, pronounced “THURS” like the first
element in “Thursday” but with a soft “s” at the end). Jötunn comes from the
Proto-Germanic *etunaz and means “devourer.” The Old English eóten is a
cognate (it means the same thing and comes from the same Proto-Germanic
word).[1] Þurs is derived from the Proto-Germanic þurisaz and means
something like “powerful and injurious one” with a secondary connotation
of “thorn-like.” The Old English ðyrs and Old High German duris are cognates.
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
(Smoking is Injurious to health. And it is hard to explain to people who haven’t experienced it. But why I smoke?)
No mean, what I am doing
Smoking, drinking or leave eating
Now I am in the world of smoking and drinking.
I think you may know that
After our breakup
I am not lonely
My god “shiva” is my friend
Who always with me
After our breakup.
But you know, before our breakup
I don’t know, who is he
But now I am able to know that
He is a partner of my loneliness.
Now, I am look like an old man
Who noise about a God
To make my life free.
But no one hears my voice
And again I am lonely
Now I am waiting for someone
Who able to show me the path of death
With a great dead breath.
Apparently in time and space, the dark "House of the Empire of [Utter] Chaos" duly falls: Weakened injurious walls tumble into ruination and leave an untroubled, celebratory, sprawling horizon laughing all around. There's no ceiling, no roof: Only stars in the Heavens above. There's no foundation or floor, but for the good Earth and the near Unfathomable Depths, born Good News once again.
Reason, Rapture, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Faith ring.
Diana continues Her ruminations, Her meditations:
Smoldering, poisonous slag heaps become great, thriving, swaying oases. Running, fetid gutters, lining dark, trash-strewn city streets, are made Mighty, Rushing, Living, Life-Giving Water, Infinitely more precious than any gemstone, than mere silver, gold:
No forbidding skyline, no hopeless night, no empty windows lit in the dark, like staring, spying eyes:
The whole world becomes a warm, welcoming hearth fire:
Roots Deeper, Blissful Eternal Life in the
Light in the Presence of Omnipresent, All-Powerful,
All-Compassionate Divinity: At once, really -
All that ever was, is, and must transpire.
The chasm separating Heaven from Earth is bridged.
Natural harmony resonates in the Perfect Gnostic Circle:
Everything that one can see: Images Deeper, Deepest:
Earnest counsel, wiser, a view informed:
Due Curiosity, Inquiry, Experience, Knowledge:
Diana's fair brow knits.
She only seeks to enlighten us.
"One simply must understand," She says, now only a tad more serious.
In reply, one can only feign indifference,
the good light of day only welling.
***
"The rulers thought they did all they did by their own power and will, but the holy spirit was secretly accomplishing all through them by the spirit's will."
--- The gnostic Gospel of Philip
I reckon I've seen about everything in my nigh four-score years.
Obnoxious teens, obnoxious elders and unpleasant Wall-Mart cashiers,
And those baggy pants with the crotch nearly reaching to the knees,
But folks with a cell phone in their ear compare to none of these!
Some people sport spiked hair dyed orange, red or green.
Others with rings piercing their lips - a weird sight to be seen!
Gorgeous ladies flaunt tacky tattoos that seem mighty *****.
Plus all of that, they have a cell phone glued to the ear!
Vexatious ringtones on some cellular phones cause me to cringe,
'Specially if in a fine bistro or church my serenity they impinge!
The "William Tell Overture" in a concert is mighty fine to hear,
But please spare me that tinny tune from the cell phone in your ear!
Some use their cell phones while driving - to all others oblivious,
Never minding that such inattention could be very injurious!
Seems to me 'twould be tricky trying to concentrate and steer,
With that consarned cellular phone sticking in the ear!
Cell phones are an improvement in communications, I suppose,
With their music, cameras, computers and a dial that glows.
But, alas, for future generations I often wonder and fear:
Will babes be born with a cell phone protruding from the ear?
Entry for Simon Rogerson's "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Contest
(13 Feb 22)
Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.
~ Emily Dickinson
Good words anoint, ill words kill
~ Florio
It's said that sticks and stones break bones
but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
let civil discourse have its due.
A finely crafted turn of phrase
will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
that drags one's soul down like a marsh.
Are not our writings most effective
when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling
whipped by some ill-tempered screed?
When I hear thunder's crash, I flee
from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
As though you speak a mile away.
I'm not promoting caged emotions;
ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
still left the message to embrace.
Written 21 Dec 2021
I wrote a poem about my mule
Emma is her name
The fact that this is not the one
My iPhone is to blame
One night while tired and somewhat bored
I looked in settings all functions stored
Many hidden most quite curious
I touched something quite injurious
When to Notes Emma’s poem to dwell on
There it was and then was gone!
Just for a moment all notes appeared
Then suddenly disappeared
iPhone what the hell did you do
Did I ever do anything to you
Why discard all my notes and thoughts
Leaving me with such a loss
Emma’s poem was filled with love
Now all I want is to get rid of
This evil machine that’s caused me such grief
And taken my work like a blasted thief
So Emma’s poem is gone forever
And I would so finally like to sever
My connection to this evil machine
That doesn’t really do anything
Dante failed to create a place
Where Steve Jobs could face his fate
A virtual place where you and I
Could digitally torment and make him cry
Then maybe we could find some peace
From iPhone blues and Apple’s Fleece
In the sudden romance of dawn’s time
I find myself trying to find myself
Spinning in a motionless circle
We are content to be divided
Then gasp with grateful heaving
Knowing that we are one
That we are injurious and alone and tied together
We need not be poor in spirit
Let loose your bounty
Share and be grateful.