Best Overthrew Poems
Twas the night before christmas
and Christ was left out,
with no peep of the Good News,
no mountainous shout.
Stockings were hung
by the chimney the same,
but no one made mention
of the Savior's name.
On this sacred night
there were still shopping plans.
Their heart was poured out
through money changers' hands.
'Twas the hustle and bustle
of past Christmas Eves.
Once deemed a holy night,
now a den of thieves.*
Folks went into debt
for the pleasure to give,
not counting the cross
and what it cost to forgive.
Presents were plenty.
Wish lists were fulfilled,
but they didn't thank God
for the blood that was spilled.
An "X" had replaced
the unspeakable name.
Christmas without Christ
was now one and the same.
'Twas the night before Christmas
and Christ was left out.
The townsfolk had forgotten
what Christmas was about.
Merry Christmas to all; let Christ become your light.
*Matthew 21:12-13
And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."
12-2-19
A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time'
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise
Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad Wolf
Billy Goat Gruff butted a troll to the stream
Simba overthrew Scar, vile imposter king
People are not always what they seem
A fancy dressed pirate was Captain Hook
Voldemart was He Who Must Not Be Named
Shere Khan, a snake slithering in the grass
Cold-hearted scoundrels should be blamed
Crows cluster to feast upon weak and dying
Sharks speed to feed in frenzied gathering
Wicked queens and witches jostle for power
boasting in gibberish while foolishly blathering
With evil intentions, dark minds contemplate
lurking in shadows while stalking their prey
for vengeance and spite, they congregate
water holes are dangerous on any given day
A real hero has no need to don a serape
Doesn't wield a sword with sharpened blade
A person with courage can dip a nib in ink
Dress in pink ruffles, wear her hair in a braid
Never tempt fate by entering a dragon's lair
Do not willfully step into the nest of a viper
or praise a chamaleon for its deceitful charade
while he plays the luring tune of a Pied Piper
Think carefully before you fork your tongue
or write words that can easily be misconstrued
Throw off the sinister attitude of a blackguard
unless you take delight in being labeled "crude"
Choosing a favorite President is quite an arduous task
Given that most politicians usually wear a spurious mask,
but as a student of History, there was one that I admired;
" the scrappy kid from Kansas."* So many he has inspired.
In his biography there's a plethora of interesting information.
'Ike" was a 5 star general, besides leading this great nation.
A war hero, selected to be America's Commander and Chief.
A man of great integrity, who did not cause his country grief.
In his honor, a Washington Memorial was dedicated.
His bravery in war, and acts as President are celebrated.
After the war, he commanded European NATO forces
and overthrew communism from it's evil courses.
Voted U. S. President in 1952, with the slogan, "I Like Ike,"
Richard Nixon was his running mate; they were nothing alike.
In two terms served, he created a grand legacy for his name.
A President for the people, to him the office was not a game.
There are many valuable quotes that Eisenhower left behind
and I'll end with a few that I feel worthy for us to keep in mind;
none more appropriate than this one, I was happy to find...
"Some day there is going to be a man sitting in my present chair who has not been raised in the military services and who will have little understanding of where slashes in their estimates can be made with little or no damage. If that should happen while we still have the state of tension that now exists in the world, I shudder to think of what could happen in this country."
"The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters."
"Leadership consists of nothing but taking responsibility for everything that goes wrong and giving your subordinates credit for everything that goes well."
"If a political party does not have its foundation in the determination to advance a cause that is right and that is moral, then it is not a political party; it is merely a conspiracy to seize power."
February 11, 2021
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*Inscribed on the Eisenhower Memorial
…….a lot to giveaway
Nothing is sweeter than restored faith,
as too, the restored hotplate, the crashed computer
now renewed by the turn of a screw.
The electrician, the technician who overthrew such
arrogant technology, and me faithless, yet
I remember, time standing still, eternal,
Summer’s afternoons, in boarding school
left with only paper, scissors and glue and
the enchanted worlds that grew
Childhood is a lot,
too much to giveaway for this
complicated adulthood, never to find that child
the little lost pilgrim –
her inventive-ness.
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
This is king David's hallelujah
words for Leonard Cohen's beautiful melody hallelujah
Have you ever heard the song
That rang above the battle’s throng
Or has no minstrel ever played it to you
The notes are pure, the words are clear
The writer wrote for God to hear
The king of praise who praised in hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Your faith was strong, and your heart was bold
But both upon one night you sold
For the beauty and the lust that overthrew you
You shut your eyes, you held your hands
And blood was spilled by your demands
And silent was your song, the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Then one day you heard a tale
Upon the head it hit the nail
Yet still your eyes were shut and all dark to you
You judged the crime of the unknown
But then you found it was your own
And you cried to God a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
You stood condemned, your hands were red
From the innocent blood that you had shed
You stood before the throne of Him who knew you
Your sin was judged, you could not run
For you had sinned against but one
The one to whom you sang the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
So you knelt upon your knees
And you prayed the prayer of centuries
My Lord forgive this crime I’ve done before You
For I have sinned against You alone
Against Your name, against Your throne
You sang the broken, broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Your judgement came, with death begun
Your crown was taken by your son
And trails and bitter battles set before you
Yet still you sang to God above
Who still you served and sought to love
To Him you sang the holy hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
He stood beside you through it all
He brought you back after your fall
And gave, once more, your crown and kingdom to you
He placed the sceptre in your hand
You saw your people, saw your land
And you sang to God in heaven hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Initially intended as a lyric, I wrote this in iambic pentameter. I'm interested in any
feedback, much appreciated. Enjoy.
Your distant posture softens when I near,
Despite the pledge that you are quite content.
That smile returns, your eyes shed their veneer,
Remembering those wild nights we spent;
Our bodies burning with enlightenment.
We drank the sacred wine and freed the dove
That soared through our unstable atmosphere.
And for awhile it nobly thrived above
The saboteurs determined to appear;
Contriving doubt and casting out its spear.
You met your share of charlatans who knew
The secrets to the alchemy of love.
The rumors of their magic were untrue
But still the fantasy fit like a glove
With just a little tweaking and a shove.
I pardoned guilt and from inaction rose
Onto the pedestal I overthrew.
But all the deities that I impose
Have failed to move me where your spirit blew.
Condemned to dust because they were not you.
From day to night the hours politely went,
Like nervous children shifting in their rows;
Afraid of what the silence might present.
Perhaps a revelation to suppose,
Depending on the future that it shows.
Weaker sex we’re known and termed,
We are made idle like lexis
Without structure to construct sentences.
They treat us as infants for we’re fragile;
To rear offspring we’re considered fertile
’Tis then we would be teased as agile.
Stop creating professionalism based on agile from fragile,
We’re gifted as you are and fertile;
Blessed with abundant power and charisma!
Where were you when Moremi Ajaasoro
Persisted and resisted the threats of the Ugbo raiders,
She rebelled when many men trembled?
Where were you when Efunroye Tinubu
The great Amazon of Eko land, mutinied
Against alien plans of the colonial consuls?
Where were you when Iyalode of Ibadan
Overthrew the entirety of old-Ibadan land
Whilst men of complex cablire were used as luxury?
Where were you when Idia of Benin
Led many men to war against the Igala
And returned with victory to Benin?
We’re equally up to the task,
Still we’re agile and fertile as the past,
You’re on our path please pathway!
provided weapons, training &
billions of dollars in aid (your tax
dollars) to Afghan militants opposing
the Soviet Union in Afghanistan
between 1979 and 1989, helping to
fortify the mujahideen & create the
now infamous al-Qaida---
provided support to the Polish
Solidarity movement from 1980-
1981, initially to fight the Soviet
Union’s influence there, however
subsequently supporting the
government’s own oppression of
its people---
sweat & toiled for 9 years from
1981 to 1990, trying desperately to
remove the Nicaragua’s Sandinista
government---
helped the military government of
El Salvador from 1980 to 1992 to
engage their death squads in the
oppression of the Farabundo Marti
National Liberation Front---
backed Ayad Allawi’s resistance
in Iraq from 1992 to 1995, in the
attempt to dismantle Saddam
Hussein’s regime---
supported the Venezuelan coup in
2002---
provided millions of dollars to
Fatah in Palestine in order to
overthrow Hamas rule in Gaza,
in particular the failed coup of
2008---
gave financial support to
anti-Islamic warlords in 2006
Somalia---
pumped hundreds of millions of
dollars into Iran’s resistance to
the government there between
2005 and present day, in
desperate hope that they will
be destroyed from within---
overthrew Muammar Qaddafi
in 2011 Libya with help from
the opposition there---
and Syria is next folks.
See the person in the mirror?
The one with the fizzy hair?
The one with the run down mascara?
The one you say is ugly?
See the girl in the mirror?
Wishing she was skinny?
Wishing she was pretty?
The one you say is not needed?
See the guy in the mirror?
The one who sees the wrong?
The one who thinks he's better off alone?
The one who wishes to die?
See the mirror on the wall?
The one who tells you everything you need to know?
The one that tells you things you shouldn't hear?
The one who lies everyone it can?
Your hair is pretty as it is
You tears are to precious to be cried without reason
Your beautiful in your own way
Your the perfect size of body
Your beautiful to the core
Although you say your not needed
Someone out there does
Your nothing like they say you are
Right right in your own way
Loneliness can kill a man, someone whats you as a friend
Don't wish to die, look at life
Its to beautiful to past her by
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell now and tell the truth
To those who's faith you overthrew
Your just a mirror on my wall
You don't define who we are!
We started out together, dear Friend
Hours on wearied knees we’d spend
‘til from hour glass more time we’d lend
But now I wander, what might have happened?
According to you, it seems late for your soul to mend
For your heart once golden has hardened
Ice cold and immeasurably distant
No trace of the longing cry once penitent
Tears of compassion in your eyes no longer evident
Instead defeat beams from them ever so fervent
Clearly, frivolity has replaced the prominent
And Darkness stolen your zeal once excellent
Though you need a good and hard smite
The kind that will wipe from your heart the spite
And reiterate strongly that despite
The acute fangs of Life that mercilessly bite
Your good deeds I can truly by heart cite
Believe Me, beloved friend, I didn’t write
For the reason of giving you a fright
Nor to remind you of your dimmed sight
We both know in you the keen knight
One who didn’t erase from his heart the fight
Still yearning to win the good fight by My might
One who has the potential to end it right
The unwavering faith I saw once in you
I now reciprocated to one once true
This time to accept My hand is your cue
Knowing Me will never be to you rue
For allowing our paths to cross no one can sue
Seeing that it was a genuine plan I had all through
You were faithful through the eve of dew
And didn’t stumble either in the morning new
You stood up undivided amongst a few
Time and again stumbling blocks you overthrew
‘twas Life who heartlessly your tender heart did chew
And out from its mouth it went as meaningless spew
But I have a final attempt, oh, My unforgettable blast
For you are not destined to be a thing of the past
But to serve Me wholeheartedly— with all your last
Please grab onto My panting hand real fast
For in vain we cannot your efforts away cast
Choose to again be from the world a great contrast
For Heaven is missing one with your immense zest
Oh special friend, in you I still have interest
I beg, do it for old time’s sake at best
Or for Taunt who has your soul under arrest
Do it for you long in my everlasting arms to rest
For you hold in my heart a place, as precious treasure in a chest
Rivonia
The courthouse of the treason trial
The cradle where the revolution grew
Prospered, and overthrew Apartheid
For Mandela, what memories are revived
By that television screen
Now in a safe warm home.
He is shown a trial not unlike his own
Eight white men caught plotting against the State
Attempting an armed revolution.
Their solution to change the course of history.
The police guarding the court
Heavily armed, determined to bring to naught
Any attempt of trouble.
Outside
A motley black crowd standing there
Jeering, chanting. as was their right.
Calling the prisoners racist because they were white
How familiar it must have been.
Yet, now being on the other side
Do his brainwaves collide?
When he looked at their faces, did he see a clone
Making him condone what they had done
While the country listens and waits
Could he predict the future of these men.
Prison has been the university
From which he and other presidents have risen.
Who would have thought the Mandela
Convicted of terrorism
Could have risen to be
To be The Don Quixote Of Africa
Striving to right the wrongs
Of the continent to which he belongs
I am sure he could use his wisdom and power
To get these men to forgo terror
And work for peace with him.
Men with principles are hard to find.
Opponents can lead strength
If their principles are redefined
These men can change
If Mandela could rearrange their minds.
1.
Yesterday night,
To the shrilling winds of history I listened to,
Telling me tales from centuries past,
Horrifying stories of hate, suffering, and
Distraction
Of killings unending
Of tortures untold
Of pain unimaginable
Of rivers of blood
Of seas of tears,
All works, of appalling
War!
2.
I asked myself isn’t it about time, humanity
Overthrew the reign of this wrathful tyrant,
This soulless dynast of human consciousness,
This relentless torturer of loving hearts,
This destroyer of dreams and aspirations of so
Many generations of the innocent?
3.
Hasn’t the hour come yet to put an end to the
dreadfulness of war?
How many more centuries have to pass for us to
Stand up and fight this monstrous slayer?
How many more countries have to be destroyed?
How many genocides have to take place before
We ready would be to:
Bar hatred
Ease suffering
Stop the distractions
End the killings
Eliminate the tortures
Alleviate the pain
Dry the rivers of blood and
Evaporate the seas of tears?
4.
Aren’t we ready yet to SAY,
Enough to agony,
Enough to fear,
Enough to death?
But
Yes, to care,
Yes, to compassion,
Yes, to universal brotherhood?
5.
What are we waiting for to
Erect the structures of understanding?
What will it take to make us pave the highways of
Friendship?
What more do we need to build the bridges of
Love and compassion?
6.
Let us, therefore, create, NOW,
These structures,
These highways and
The bridges that will permit us to:
Eliminate our differences,
Resolve our disputes,
Find solutions to our problems,
Give answers to questions that have
Haunted humanity since its birth,
Thus, at last,
We will glorify God and Man alike
By
Establishing the kingdom of blessed
Peace on earth,
From this moment onward and into
Eternity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 SEPTEMBER 2014
Me be a ghetto preacher,
with a fire-cloven tongue
I come correct
A humble gospel teacher ...
those who hate the truth,
I don't respect
I come correct,
I bring it to you real
I come correct,
I come with the zeal
Jesus Christ always came correct,
so I only do like I see my Master do
Jesus Christ called out the hypocrites;
if the shoe fits, then I'm preaching to you
The Lion of Judah would roar
with the voice of reproof, exposing all evil plans
The Messiah went into the house of God
with the cords of correction in His Holy hands
He chased out those den of thieves,
sent them packing
Overthrew, overturned, overthrew
all of their money changing tables
Jesus Christ came correct, mind you,
slinging the strap, taking no crap
Ran those politically incorrect priests
right out of the temple
Jesus whipped Caesar's gangster friends,
quoting Holy Scriptures while correcting them
The Lord came correct: pure and simple
So, I'm warning you,
I do like my Master do
Beware, haters of the truth:
I come correct,
I come to reprove you
Be scared, haters of reproof:
I come correct,
I wield the iron rod of truth
Reprobate rebels,
lovers of unholy insurrection
I come correct
Bad renegade souls,
haters of the rod of correction
I have no respect
for those devil worshipers,
who prey on the weak ...
raid the temple and slaughter the sheep
I can come to you meek,
or I can come with the zeal
But I always come correct:
I always come to you real,
with a voice like chariots of fire,
hard double-edged steel
The Spirit of God got me moving ---
crushing idols under the wheel
Beware: when I come with the zeal,
I come correct
When I preach the truth to you real,
I will always come correct
Glasnost, unmuted voice, long overdue
Once Berlin Walls and Iron Curtains fell,
Regime of old school fools he overthrew
Brave Afghan Soviet troops still live to tell.
Achieved social democracy at last,
Cold war, diplomatically, put to rest.
Hard wired propaganda of the past -
Exculpated lies of Wicked Wild West.
Victorious legacy earned at his best.
January 10, 2021