Best Join Forces Poems
Take me back to a more romantic time
Of kings and castles and love sublime
When chivalry was in the air
Let me kiss the hand of my lady fair
I'll walk the land in days of yore
When tales were told by a troubadour
I will go where the ale and wine are poured
I will serve my queen with fire and sword
I could scale the castle walls in the dark of night
To see the woman I love, what a beautiful sight
We could steal away from the castle and then
Join forces with Robin and his merry men
A life full of daring, knowing not fear
Dining in the presence of Queen Guinivere
Each morning launches new escapades
Mounting my horse to join the Crusades
Oh please take me back if only in a dream
Where honor and courage were held in esteem
Where wizards cast spells and dragons breathe fire
To become a knight was a young man's desire
Oh let me be brave in times of duress
And save that damsel in distress
Let me bend to one knee before we part
Gaze into her eyes and win her heart.
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.
My muse stays in the background
when work takes up my time,
as soon as I’m relaxing
she comes – partner in crime.
She begs with much insistence
inclined to get her way,
she meets with no resistence,
my doubts are kept at bay.
Each mood affects my writing
in calm or urgent style.
Once ink is spilt and drying
I sigh – ‘twas worth my while.
There is a need for sharing
with others to connect
receive fair criticism
and, hopefully, respect.
I find the satisfaction
of laying bare my soul…
If I could ‘touch’ you somehow
I would have reached my goal.
My muse and I join forces
in tandem side by side;
with love and dedication
we take a lifelong ride.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
For Line Gauthier's contest
about Self Expression
Placed 2nd
‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
I have not one plough and no shares in the market
Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion
Ambitions are exhausted and hope has no yearning
Freedom dangles on the rope of puppet-less strings
Vacuum reflects an echo of silent ear bursting rasping
Dissonance oozes from cacophony’s apathetic rattle
The heavy clanger of other’s fraudulent forge melts disowned blood
Into ice in my veins as a purulent mind oozes vile battles' cries
Muted by trench feet scraping bottomless mind-fields and apathy
‘Pull yourself out of catatonia’s core-less pits’
But there is no kernel of truth and fruits of desire have rotted
To the acrid stench of a Self carefully lost on broken branches
Snapped composure looms over a well-trodden treacherous path
Carved into an involuntary hermit’s cave by a cliff edged road side
It is grave in the cavern in which vacant vagrants jumble their bones
Disconnect their last possession and wilfully trade skulls and bones
‘This too shall pass and so many others have been stuck in the rot’
And yet suffocation in some muddy sludge is sinking
Slowly and excruciatingly tempting to join forces of evil
A dark rusty anchor floats high on the unreachable ceiling
Time I have endless measures of but the world is upside down
I am out of the picture that has faded memories for the future
Dislodged and dismembered I am a powerful union of nothing
‘Change your perspective and find solace where it is hidden’
So he who is I from the distance finally lets go of unwarranted grip
Descends as far from the surface as possible beyond expectations
And finds footing of the shackles where the ploughshare should be
The spikes pierce my soles and my soul ostensibly drowned in sorrow
At least there is pain and some place in between scars to feel emotions
That tentatively nurture rescue apparently beyond impossible salvation
‘Your advice seemed hollow but there is some loving space left inside my shell’
29th November 2019
It was in eighteen eighty-six in the streets of Chicago,
where the greatest miscarriage of justice people would know
transpired in an infamous labor-police rendezvous.
Albert Parsons led eighty thousand people on revue.
The strikers marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue.
The Knights of Labor were sponsors for the work stoppage venue.
Demands for shorter work hours and no child labor were made.
This would be regarded as the world’s first May Day parade.
Thousands nationwide would join in with the activities
In the next few days, the striking workers stopped whole industries.
On the third, some strikers and police engaged in melees.
These actions resulted in two ill-fated fatalities.
The struggles also caused some severe hideous injuries.
The fights took place at the McCormick Harvester Company.
Many held the police for murderous culpability.
Organizers from the Knights of Labor held a mass rally
at the Haymarket in Chicago’s West Loop vicinity.
They would assemble there in the early part of May.
Thousands crowded there peacefully on the month’s fourth day.
Leaflets were passed noting the police for murder to the crowd
as anarchists urged the mobs to join forces and shout aloud.
A bomb thrown at the police catalyzed an altercation.
One officer was killed and others hurt in the explosion.
Matthias Degan was the officer fallen in duty.
Seven other policemen died later from an injury.
The police opened fire on the people immediately.
At least eleven of the strikers were shot at fatally.
Eight men stood trial for the death of police officer Degan.
They were Parsons, August Spies, George Engel, Samuel Fielden,
Adolf Fischer, Louis Lingg, Michael Schwab, and Oscar Neebe.
All eight were tried and found guilty by a judge and jury.
Neebe got fifteen years; the others got the death penalty.
Schwab and Fielden were commuted to life; then got clemency.
Lingg took his own life before his scheduled execution.
The remaining four men were hanged in public exhibition.
Since then, there have been enacted many labor reform laws
The men who died are considered martyrs to a noble cause.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this
poem.
If all mankind's wishes, would join forces
Earths people would have no evil to fear
Children wouldn't live or learn of hunger
because all newborn babies would thrive
But, all humanity lives in fear of an evil
That mankind hasn't learned to control
A wrath suppurates and silently churns
In the dark heart, of a broken man's soul
Only when humanity learns the lesson
As "The Great Spirit" of Earth revealed
The sole evil in life people have to fear
Lurks in the darkness, found in yourself!
The lesson:
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all Mankind.
Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
Your arrival predate mine by two generations
Five weeks now since
Your permanent departure
Internal thoughts conflicted
Forever reminiscin’
Your heavily influenced overture
13, a younglin’
Curtain rise’s inception
On my personal narrative
Shaped by your first instruction
Of the working traveler’s adventure
And the stupidity of the expletive
Return to the current
The destruction you’ve forgotten
Placed on those survivin’
Untold secrets unearthed
Potential debts realized
Your true legacy questioned, reminded
15 and rising
Through my own personal ranks
Of adolescent confusion
You provided the tough shoulder
The ethics of work and moral
My own personal boulder
The passage of space and time
I slowly began to realize
The truth of youthful blinders
Your treatment of your holy union
Your honesty toward my path
Gradually affected my thoughts like a re-winder
20 and extended
Family now a subplot
Of my evolving tale
Your conversation overheard
A secret three-word exchange
Hammered in my story’s first act’s nail
Defining decade now in the rearview
A passage of peaks and valleys
Bringing about my current trajectory
Your skeletons undug
Of four adulterous decades
And of your duplicitous victory
Your praise of adventure
Of old-fashioned ways
Once lived in my inner core
The darkness revealed
Taints the memory
Of your eventful lore
The days move forward
The pain of your loss lessens
But not to the point of forgetfulness
Difficult as it and I may be
To forgive your fables
But mention, I will, of this
As the curtain closes
And the chapter ends
Of this insightful arc
I’ll remember the personal moments
Our private interludes
That left a permanent mark
A symbol of perfection
For that you may have striven
But I’ll tell you a secret
You were merely a human
An occupational hazard being flawed
Bound for inevitable regret
Our time here is over
But forever you will exist
Until my own curtain call
Then may the Great Beyond dictate
We join forces again
And traverse the Celestial Hall
Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety
Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft;
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom
I see angry tigers approaching from the ceiling above where I lay;
Tigers coming to rip the walls of my mortal gut.
Oh, Bacchus, send your vengeful tigers away
What did I ever do to you?
The sheet protects me from sunlight, but not from myself;
Nor am I shielded from Bacchus’ tigers; and not from my sweat.
Beads of toxic perspiration roll across swollen eyelids.
I press my cracked lips firmly together as if to scream silently to scare the tigers.
A poison tiger in my body torments my heart,
Pressing its scabbed paw firmly against my veins
Each pulse of the baneful blood pushes against my forehead as the tiger roars
And Bacchus begins to laugh.
Oh, wine, Oh drink, Oh smoke and pill
Who put you in my shriveled stomach?
Who breathed you into my cancerous lung?
What did I ever do to you?
A heave of tepid vomit snaps like a leather whip through my throat!
Tigers hate the taste of vomit.
Bacchus’ hatred is repulsed by its smell.
The tigers stop with one last press upon my forehead.
The sweat-soaked purple cloth is flung back from my shaking body by an unknown woman.
The wet pile of purple sheet crystallizes on the corner of my pyre.
It solidifies, as does my resolve, to keep Bacchus and the tigers at bay.
The mound of purple quartz is tethered to my body by a cord of desperation.
Oh wine, Oh drink. You too, smoke and pill,
The blue of hope and red of blood join forces to guard me from your tiger claws.
My sobriety hangs in the balance.
It hangs around my neck like a stone
That has the weight of three large hogs.
It hangs around my neck like a young woman, not yet a noose.
Like the woman who was commissioned by ancient Greeks to keep me sober.
Oh, sober Amethyst
Like ancient Bacchus, I cry
Tears of sweat over my drunkenness
Ashamed enough to die; but I cannot
Your generous gift of recovery is free.
What did I ever do to deserve your sober generosity?
Be my stone of sobriety;
You are my receptacle of thought and habit.
Heal me, oh purple goddess.
Protect this mortal from my internal tigress
Guard me with the weight of purple stone.
Oh, stone of sobriety, heal this mortal fool.
Lying still
Windswept
Held fast by the grime of years
The view never changes
Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs
you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend
with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison
running down, down ever faster with each new friend
at last to drip from the cill
The Dark Destroyer
Part I
The void arrives
Sucks you in and down
Into the nothingness
Only darkness breathes
Life out of focus
It seems all is lost
Panic stricken, then
Realisation hits
Aware that it’s here
The Dark Destroyer!
The void door closes
No strength to fight
You succumb, averse
No one understands
It’s a lonely battle
Inside your own head
Trapped, Defeated
Part II
Defeated – not dead!
Many a battle
Still to overcome
Take action, right now!
Shout loud, ‘they’ will hear
The void door re-opens
Join forces, unite
With ‘they’ who can help
‘They’ will stand by you
Guide you, comfort you
Give positive light.
It’s a classic duel
Of light verses dark
Who wins in the end?
It’s you who decides!
“There is…another…Skywalker”
Though she’s not a Jedi Knight
The force is strong in her
She fights darkness with the light
A woman unafraid of danger
Princess Leia is her name
The kingdom is at stake
She’s out to win this game
She has wit, charm and beauty
A treat for Jabba the Hut
She kills that slimy sick beast
Will not sink down into smut
She wins the heart of Solo
Handsome rebel on the run
He brings to life her feelings
For his smile rivals the sun
She fears her evil father
But her brother knows how to save
For he is a Jedi knight
The force in him makes him brave
Star Wars is NOT a movie
That you view on some grand screen
It is not merely fiction
Thought up in someone’s daydream
There IS a mighty battle
That is fought out every day
The good tries to win the fight
The bad tries to have full sway
The “FORCE” is ever present
To give strength to overcome
Sure victory is in sight
Won by the only true SON
We all can be Skywalkers
Every day we can decide
To join forces with the good
And to shun the evil side
So, be brave and strong of heart
The saber is yours today
Go in with a rebel yell
FIGHT in the galactic play!
For Star Wars Contest
By Poet Destroyer
August 20, 2013
The sign of a cross lives in these eyes
where our sins and those of others
weigh us down deeply burdened inside
unspoken truth from behind the curtains
bound by silence to avoid war sleeps
Forgiveness carries the torch forward
warmly flickering with freedom and peace
healing powers internal victories fought
where love forever holds it's hand out
With caring gentleness cured by justice
wishing no harm to those whom hate purity existing
there is good in every soul to be found unique
born from each individual choice
We all reach that path in choosing direction
depends which side we join forces with
as it forges our way into the future
Why do we need all these weapons of war,
Or to go into space so man can explore
Instead spend the billions in finding a cure.
This virus is out there,
And travelling fast,
Nobody knows how long it will last.
It doesn't care who we are,
What colour,creed,or race,
It's taking all these lives right now
And laughing in our face.
So let's put our heads together
Join forces and find a cure,
We don't need rockets,guns or battleships
It's a different kind of war
POETRY JOURNAL.
I have self published.i wrote,typed,printed,
Then bound my book myself.
the second I pick up this pen
the trembling in my hand - it happens again
the millisecond I think to wonder why I am not writing
the knots in my stomach - it happens again
it all happens again
luckily I feel rain again
thankfully I am not submerged in Earth again
praying for you
if that is the last thing I am capable of
if this is the only thing I do..or the only thing I can do
still, I pray harder
and I dig deeper
Wish Two
this one is for you
refuse my red roses if you will
but just open this envelope
if for nothing else
join forces with me
praying that the rain that I feel no longer feels the same
you are brave for loving me
i pray you make it out alive
wish two has been granted
The water’s gray and so’s the sky
And all the buildings passing by
As well as cars and people’s clothes –
The gray’s contagious, I suppose.
Yet two exceptions pierce the gloom,
Intentionally, you’d assume –
The yellow of the school bus fleet
And taxi cabs with fares to meet.
Though just for fall, some golden trees
Join forces on these yellow sprees
To brighten up a dismal day
When (mostly) everything is gray.