Best Operated Poems
You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world
Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated by a skilled surgeon
removed this blight from our lives ...
yet lurking in the back of our minds
your memory remains
Cancer, you violated his body
but in a strange way you were a blessing
by giving us a stark reality check
We appreciate our days on earth are limited
and cherish every second
living each day to the full
Of course we are realistic
one day you may return
but we will do battle with you again
victory will be ours -
and once more you will be a distant memory!
10/5/18
“Tubman”
What colours a heart
courage?
What colours a mind
belief?
What colours a soul
unity?
Underground
we carry torches
from station
to station
We are the Light
We Lead
No colour
No religion
No epic
delusion
Where is the race?
The race to confusion?
We are One
You and me
We are One
We all bleed
Underground
we carry torches
from station
to station
Poets grieving
Vigilantes seething
Electric conductors
of Love
punching tickets
elevate the fire
Light rises
out of the numb
sacrifice the smallest
midst mountains of Moriah
signals waking
signals waving
Freedom
Glowing
Colours are All
Colours
Ultraviolet
magnetic to spectrum
silent tapping, unheard
sometimes seen
no snake doctor lectern
truth burns
souls bound to each other
all grieving
in one way or another
we all learn
Hearts beating
Lungs breathing
signals waking
signals waving
platforms all crowing,
now eyes open
listening,
debating
all signals waking
new story weaving
Souls searching
Souls kneeding
Light now is calling
Light now is leading
Tubman is not
dreaming
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Any cause needs speakers and organizers.
Any mass movement requires
women and men of great ideas.”
Tubman, Harriet.
Harriet Tubman is sometimes referred to as the Moses of her people because of the way she led them out of slavery. The Underground Railroad operated at night. Slaves were moved from "station" to "station" by abolitionists.
I, I don’t understand the book known as bible
The book that is mostly common to many doors
But the book that is not known and read by many souls
The book that is carried by many
But mostly it is not read and liked by any
The book that is only seen once a week
And when it is seen, it is only few pages and it’s also quick
I don’t understand this book known as bible
I don’t understand this book that has many sizes
The book that has been translated into all different world languages
But yet not be lead and understood by multitude from different families
The book that has different versions
but only one edition
the book that is wise because it was written by people with visions
I, I don’t understand this book known as bible
This is the only book that has all university course and lectures
The book that starts with the lecturer of art, where all things were designed and created
And then lectures of Agricultures have been explained as GOD Identifies the texture of soil as from it a man was created
Anatomy and physiology was firstly discussed in this book where by the position of Adam’s ribs was allocated
This was done before the first surgery class was explained as Adam’s chest was operated
This is the same book that have many lectures of history,
The book that’s explains the pharmacology, the philosophy, and the prophecy
I don’t understand this book that has everything, the book that is known as BIBLE
I don’t understand this book when it tries to explain the course of music
more especially the pharmacodynamics of the violin as it healed soul
but I get more puzzled when it comes to the 10 commandments as it was the first class of Law
but who wrote this book? Why is it that every question in this book can be answered?
And why is it that all world affairs in this book are tampered?
Why is this book regarded as the best?
This is why am in the maze of thoughts…thoughts that can’t give me rest.
I don’t understand this book known as bible
In times of need..
Doctors heal our bodies and the good Lord ease our worries,
Never under-estimate this blessing, and its faith.
Yet, do not forget to praise a friend who lends a hand
Cherish every single one, because a true and loyal friend
will walk your journey till the end.
Pls dear friends would you kindly say a short prayer for a friend who is to be operated soon,many thanks.
We need to send a message for Washington to hear
We need to make a statement and make it loud and clear
Leave rigs double parked in every town
Come on truckers. Shut it down
Block the highways. Set your course.
Show our politicians a united force
Politicians! While you're kissing babies remember this
We've got something you can kiss
We wanted a leader. We got a clown.
So let's go truckers. Shut it down.
It is time to start sending a message to our OPEC owned and
operated congresss. If you can't stop the oil gougiing prices, we can stop the
entire country. What happens if the last of the American cowboys, the truck
drivers, unite? If they double park their rigs on the interstates all over the country,
unhook them and leave them there? These guys are getting shafted by the same
people who subsidize airlines so the executives can milk the living hell out of it.
Meanwhile, not only the independent, but any small trucking company can't afford
to stay in business. It is time to shut it down
I tumbled,
Hit hard the back of my head on the ground of the trail,
Felt dizzy but stood up and kept walking
Alas, the battle between life and death had just begun!
Many days later I felt an excruciating headache
My movements slowed down,
Had difficulties expressing my thoughts,
Remembering things,
Performing actions.
Eventually, I lost:
My memory
My capacity to move
My ability to communicate and finally I lost
Consciousness.
It was a scary moment for my family who immediately
Rushed me to the hospital, where a series of medical examinations
Where performed.
The results showed that a large Hematoma has been
Developed between the skull and the brain, a Hematoma that was
Putting pressure on the brain, therefore, it had to be removed
Without delay!
For four days, my family in agony were waiting my turn to come to
Be operated but to no avail for too many people were before me.
All these days I remained unconscious.
Each day that was passing by, my soul was ascending to the heavens
Each day discerning clearer the gates of eternity.
By the mid of the fifth day, a pious doctor performed a successful
Operation so I was saved.
It took me two more days before I regain consciousness and
Another two to take my first steps, regain my speech, and start
Remembering.
Now, with the help of our merciful God, my caring friends, the love of
my family, and my own efforts, I am fighting to recover.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 November 2021
* I was admitted to the hospital on the 14th of October 2021 but I had lost my memory since the 12th of the same month. I left the hospital on the first of November. My wife, with God's help, was the one who saved my life. Thank you, my dearest! Thank you, my Lord!
Santa Clause has a more heroic deed and story,
Which everyone might have missed to hear and see;
He has been on service for a decade or yore,
He's a wizened Santa and he cannot walk anymore.
His reindeer are nowhere to be found,
They went to breed, he keeps looking for them around;
He has cataracts, so he cannot see them,
He was operated…now, he has spectacles with thick lens.
He is worried that his gifts will not be given on time,
So, he sits hurriedly on his wheelchair drawn by snowman,
But snowman keeps rolling while dragging him on the ground,
He wishes that someone will pass by to get them quickly in town.
Santa Clause has a brilliant idea on his mind,
He remembers some balloons for children on his chair, behind;
He blows them and takes some helium for snowman’s body,
Now, you can hear them both saying “ho ho ho”-- flying happily.
Christmas to New Year, you can still see him hovering on air,
He is busy dropping gifts for adults and children so dear;
Everyone is running gladly to receive the gifts while singing,
"Oh Santa, you got the whole year the spirits of the three kings."
January 3, 2014 9.10pm
Fifth Place
Contest: Santa Claus
Judged: 1/3/14
Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi
Honorable Mention
Contest: What's Up With Santa
Judged: 12/18/2014
Sponsor: Poet Jerry T. Curtis
SPORTS INJURIES
I come in at number seven for Wanoona cricket club,
to face the bowlers from Dargetta, a mob from out the scrub.
I was doing pretty good, right up ‘til I was forty-four,
and then a bouncer dropped me cold, so I couldn’t bat no more.
My world was spinning ‘round in circles; I’m in a gyrating waltz,
until confronted with the first aid box and the evil smelling salts.
I was feeling like the morning after a night out on the grog,
and with nine down and six runs needed, I’m back batting in a fog.
Just hold your end up urged my partner; he’ll knock off the needed runs,
but I kept seeing two balls coming, as if they’re fired from guns.
Dargetta showed no sympathy, they still bowled at quite a pace,.
When another bouncer got me; me nose was splattered ‘cross me face.
This time it was more serious, the first aid box was useless now,
for a broken nose and flowing blood, needs more than they allow,
so it’s off to to the outpatients, to see if they can fix my nose.
I held a towel up to my face, and blood covered all my clothes.
I booked in to see a doctor, but then sat out in the foyer,
and half a dozen people passed and suggest I see a lawyer,
then a bloke who’s anxious joined me, and so for what it’s worth.
I watched him pacing up and down as if his wife is giving birth.
He was dressed in golf attire, so had come straight there from the course.
I tried to calm him down a mite and seek out to find the source,
of this fellows agitation and why he’s in this panic state,
but when a nurse confronted him, I heard about his nervous wait.
The nurse asked the bloke if he’s okay and heard his shaken quote.
“My golfing mate needs to remove me golf ball, driven down his throat.
He’s being operated on right now”, and then I heard him drawl.
‘I hope they’re bloody careful, and don’t do damage to my ball.’
The Check is in the Mail
Authored by Chuck Keys
At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed,
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide. God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain,
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud
Louder and more intense with each breadth
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up,
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago,
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out
Never allowed to be his own,
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?)
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
We cry for what was taken but can never be returned
Not wanting to be raised above or over,
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail,
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
The storm is here and now.
A debt of honor is due,
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy,
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence,
The lack of housing and work,
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
The storm continues with its blinding rage,
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly,
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.
15 December 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
I was at my age avid for adventure
Played outside the home, street as my playground
Every nimiety of joy, I want to capture
Never ran out of a game plan to lay down
At that time, robots are in the boom
Voltes V, Mazinger Z, and Daimos, among my favorites
But what most appealing for me to have in my playroom
Is a battery operated toy train with complete accessories
Christmas season is the best time to receive gifts
For a child like me, full of excitement and wishful
Life was hard before, wishful thinking somehow has gone adrift
Somehow, someday under the Christmas tree, I’ll find it circling in full
Watch the tiny trains buzzing along the tracks
It’s a fun to place little trees and people in the scene
Reverberating rhythm of horn and its wheels click-clack
Passing by a miniature bridge, tunnels, forest so evergreen
Make up stories for the little people in the scene
Why there are there and what’s happening
Still fresh and playing wildly in my brain
I’ll make it happen on Christmas day with my son mingling
6th place in "TOYLAND" contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
1/13/2011
THE UNKNOWN GOD
Heavy the burden, but light is [the way].
That’s when you put the Lord [in its place].
The sun may not be shining, but your [spirit shows].
That’s your [inner being aglow].
Never a path undefined.
This is because his voice speaks divine [via the mind].
The teaching he provides is transcribed.
To share, sermonize.
What a wonderful life and beautiful choice to do the work of the Lord.
No man or woman can deny that you are the [Keeper of the Lord’s Shrine].
That is [a Holy place Divine].
The abstracted flush went astray.
Standing were the shadows of yesterday.
Awry the eyes appear in the dark.
Two clouds of gray were shown.
Midst sleuths prayer was heard.
The rays of light beamed from high above.
Sending tension to the silhouettes that stood where the shadows left.
The vibes were felt as fear took shape.
This is the Holy place of the Lord.
The Shrine has formed [as a precarious world].
This is where [iniquity meets the unknown God].
Transgression is natural within the seasons.
Through faith and belief, omnipotence is perceived.
The laws of humankind were transliterated and conceptualized
Until the [aspects of life] formalized.
[Politics, religion, family, work, and leisure time] are originates.
Faith is demarcated.
They said the Chariot of Fire is operated by the Lord’s Army.
Distinct is the chimes hearkened.
Pay attention to the alarm.
Stand your post and remain strong.
The universe has contravene and people will be destroyed.
The acumen is the perspicuity.
The knowledge is gen.
The voice is enunciation ascertain.
______________________________
Written November 05, 2015!
My Grandfather's Grocer Shop
I was born in Liverpool - England and
I remember back to when I was a child
how I marvelled at the way things were done
in my Grandfather's Grocer shop. in the early 1950s.
I saw him getting a portion of butter and
by using two paddle boards, knock up the butter
to form a block of butter, then wrap it up in
white shop paper, and then he would go to this
large bacon slicer which operated by turning
a huge wheel with a handle, then removing
the bacon from a butcher's hook and then
carving large slices of bacon on it, he would then
hand slice the cheese and wrap it by hand
then give it to the customer, eggs had no cartons
back then, so they were just put into brown paper bags,
customers would often return over broken eggs
and want replacements, if children came in they
would spend the pocket money on a bag of broken
biscuits, straight from the large tins they came in
as there were no packets of biscuits during those
early years of the 1950s, the shopkeepers would
often give free samples out to promote new products
as advertising was very rare and visual advertisements
were often seen on counters or on walls, I used to go in
my Grandfather's shop and was given a large peice
of cheese or some chocolate biscuits as a family gesture.
I watched in amazement as my Grandfather would count
the days takings out of the old fashion till, he would
turn a handle and the draw would pop out, it did not even
have push keys like the more modern cash registers of the
time, but it was vintage in every way, my Grandfather is
now gone, his shop has been knocked down for redevelopment
as many old businesses went the same way but
I will never forget the wonderful memories of my
Grandfather's Grocer Shop.
Not all persons who roam the streets are homeless and not all homeless people roam the streets;
Whatever are the circumstances which result in a person living on the streets, whether it is by unfortunate situation behind one control or whether it is by choice this homeless situation must be taken into deep consideration and be addressed as a matter of humanitarian importance and that is why within my opinion governments should set up a task force which can look into and examine the matter of the homeless / street people on a case by case basis.
By doing so they would search and find out the status and families of each homeless person, then they would be able to determine which persons can be re-united with family members who are willing to take such responsibility and whoever aren't able to be re-united with family can be placed into government operated homes or place into the care of associated private organizations which also operate homes which can facilitate these homeless / street people.
So many times the homeless persons suffer abuse of all sorts, verbal and physical because society fail miserably to understand another persons unfortunate situation.
Many among us will consider our homeless / street people as nuisance simply because of the lack of love and tolerance toward our fellow human who continue to share with us this same space on earth but find themselves in a position which is often laughed and rejected by wider society.
Each person within a society is of great importance and for any country to grow and prosper its people must be invested in and health and education are two important areas to start such investments whether such persons are homeless or otherwise; in keeping with the charitable act of humanity governments should provide homes for the homeless / street people who live and roam the streets.
RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE
The dawning sun raises bloody red
Over the traffic clogged streets
And noxious polluted air
Of the capital of Imperial America
The sun with its bloody red glare
Reminds me of all the people who died
This last year in Emperor's Bush's Three Wars
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
In the so-called war against Evil
The invasion and occupation
Of foreign lands
Because our leaders say
They might, someday be a threat
And the old words of ancient Rome
Comes to mind
Carthage must die
Baghdad must be destroyed
The heart of the evil empire
Must be invaded
And the evil of Saddam must be expunged
So our great and glorious leaders
Proudly proclaim
Every day every moment
On the conservative media
Now owned, operated and controlled
By the powers that have taken over
The shadow government that runs
The New American Empire
And soon the entire world
Will be under its sway
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
We still have some freedom left
Some space to rant and rave
And grumble
But soon, oh so soon
This paper and that paper
And this internet site and that site
And this TV station and that TV Station
Will be shut down
In the name of national security
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
Max Mason operated a jackhammer
in a reckless and dangerous manner.
He made threats with the machine
until a sheriff came on the scene:
Max and hammer are in a slammer.