Best Peril Poems
My auntie her first name is Beryl
Put other road users in peril
She mounted the sidewalk
The pedestrians squawk
and report her to Sherriff Merrill
The Sherriff puts her under arrest
as Beryl says she tried her best
But before Beryl kills
With her dire driving skills
He insisted she retakes her test
The examiner discovered that
Aunt Beryl is as blind as a bat
So it made perfect sense
To decline her licence
I’m as pleased as a Cheshire cat!
08/10/21
Find me when you sail upon aqua seas,
pretty Loreli the water spirit.
My haunting melody will entice you;
I will lure you to come closer, closer.
Many sailors have perished on the rocks -
If you hear my voice, don’t try to find me!
Find me at six Contest
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*Lorelei is a feminine water spirit, similar to a siren or mermaid, which is rumored to send sailors to their death, by luring them near cliffs with her beautiful singing voice.
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Moral compass lost
Spirituality gone
Faith's lighthouse in need!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 March 2019
5-7-5
Armageddon approaches as
Bombastic
Charismatic characters'
Daring-do
Enlarges evil's
Fissure
Grown too
Huge horror of
Islamic
Jewish and Christian
Knockout
Linking
Menacing multiple
Nukes
Onto an ancient
Prophecy as
Quieter heads
Reasonably
Seeking solutions are
Turned
Upon by
Vituperate voices
Wailing war who wait
Xpectantly for
Young
Zealots to enflame the world.
Life’s subjects, the human beings having fallen…
into their own bottom wisdom of passing from being…
now seeking a solution within the crime of themselves.
Seeking high IQ’s found within their own natural corruptions…
great serpent spew. Woe unto the world of death’s back swirl…
to no avail of the greed of the parasitic seed. Death’s highest IQs'…
now spray the bitterness of serpent spews.
Woe unto death’s high IQ when comes into view Love’s divine IQ…
as Life’s high IQ transitions into view the principle of life anew,
Eschewing human concepts biding them adieu.
Lifting up the trumpet of the Zion of old... of olden scroll…
IQs fading from view of serpent spew…true coming into view…
biding death adieu, divinity’s lively IQ…. My happiness complete…
being in the lifting up of the Master’s lovely feet…
Selah
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Contest Name: BEING HAPPY
a single small bud
don't say spring is in the air -
snowdrops drowned in snow
15/03/2019
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Writing Challenge 2 - Haiku- Poetry Contest
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Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.
Back on the hunt it swoops
and dives like a bomb,
flashing its yellow and black body
a warning to all to keep away.
Uninvited it hones in
and joins the bar-be-que,
as people scatter from its path
some flapping their hands at it.
Buzzing angrily, it returns
sourcing out the sweetness
of ripened tomatoes and
flavoursome BBQ sauce.
It darts in and out
grabbing a bite or two
then to everyone's relief
it leaves for pastures greener.
sometimes love is
a world misspelled
a cold that burns
a pain that yells
a gulp of whiskey
instead of water
besides an angel
the devils daughter
a cure that makes
things worse
a blessing that turns
into a curse
where cheeters get
the first place prize
and all promises
a pack of lies
how disappointing when
the replacements are worse
a smoldering flame
who's smoke just hurts
accompanied by the
lonliness of no divine help
principalities judgment
for misplaced trust
a reality of the power of lust
the days and nights
after loves betrayal
the wicked thoughts
that vengence mails
the shattered self
on the floor
that given one chance
would ask for more
and time is thought
and thought is time
and words are made of
sounds that whine
days and days
how terrible is time
holding to the string
called life
and tears they cry
that endless drip
sometimes in mass
and sometimes they just
dew the eyes
a lesson about the difference
between learning and revelation
how angels felt
when they were
kicked out of heaven
Existential fear,
erected by the faceless horde;
old yellow!
seismic,
voodoo wave,
dominating weak;
Our Territory and tenure.
Yellow Peril, in all his glory
The depths of disparity,
neither somber or pallid;
chromaticity;
Old yellow!
Impending catastrophe;
A Permafrost wrap
Brazen
Yellow Peril, In all his glory
Hopeful Jubilation,
Bigotry
segregation
Blind,
Sad,
Immortal,
Yellow peril
While strolling on this summer morn so fair
with warming sun rays soft upon my cheeks
and gentle breezes blowing through my hair,
a tender dulcet day without a care,
I deeply ponder thoughts to which life speaks.
A red-winged blackbird floats along the breeze
and lights upon a cattail by the lake;
his trills lamenting sights for which he pleas,
pollution everywhere is all he sees.
I wonder if mankind will e’er awake?
A bullfrog sitting by the water’s edge
upon a lily pad, he croaks his tune
lamenting all around the withered sedge
that’s littered with debris his croaks allege.
I wonder if mankind will wise up soon?
For it is we who, through our careless deeds,
have scarred the beauty of this precious land
to satisfy our selfish greedy needs
without a single thought to where this leads,
intents upon fulfilling our demands.
But are we not the keepers of this earth,
the ones who, nature’s beauty, must preserve
for future generations, giving birth
to Mother Nature’s everlasting worth?
If not then we will get what we deserve.
June 26, 2023
While sailing unimpeded in the sea of hope
Sloshing over its expanding silver
Like a sailor addicted to the sea
Feeling the electric power of waves
Unwilling to be restrained
An avalanche of despair hit from behind
Shattering my Titanic like egg shells
I am now brutally ripped apart,
Desperately clutching at the shattered pieces
How a smiling visage turned sinister
In no time before any hint could be got
Here I am on a perilous voyage
Swimming against the stab of fear
With no lighthouse in view
A float tossed about by an uncanny fate!
Is my escape an armistice with life?
I see someone swimming by my side
A hooded assassin or a Saviour
To drown me or take me to a safe shore
I wonder!
August.8.2022
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Emotions chosen- Hope, despair, fear
Our beloved Planet lies in peril...
The Lords of Passion would decree.
The weather's getting warmer
As any fool can plainly see.
But I hate to burst your bubble
As Mother Nature takes her course.
We be but a temporary infestation
That for the moment sallies forth.
The ice caps will lose their flavor
As they've done many times before.
Greenland will shed her icy shroud
As crops ripen near her shores.
Planetary change is ever constant
And the seas will rise again.
Permafrost will unleash its carbon treasures
With her indifference to proclaim.
Yes... the Planet's been much warmer
As Romans and Vikings will attest.
So belay your passions and prostrations
And give your soul a rest.
I will gladly join with my community
As there is much we must affront.
But as to the control of Mother Nature...
That's a dog that will not hunt.
Your desire to make this Planet
Something it was never meant to be
Where its moods cannot be purchased
And cares not a fig for you or me.
So put aside your hubris and naivety...
With sweet ignorance to forsake.
As whether we perish by fire or ice...
It's Nature's call to make.
The End
* Obviously written from a secular position.
Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon
or perchance an arid extra dry spell blows humungous dune
donning any brave soul to weather
fierce-some dust bowl appearing like a ghoulish goon
vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant 2b immune
whereat autumnal days will mimic those analogous to tropical June
day where nary a species of flora nor fauna,
which latter muffled cry viz Claire de lune
barely heard above the blindingly pitched
(scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon
appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked -
piñata like casting darkness at high noon
this out of other worldly debacle
(viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune
from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting
sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) -
which end of planetary status quo came soon
er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune
once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched
prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz
before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere
analogous to a near full term baby in utero yanked out of womb.
though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed
nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage
sans the inner sphere of solar system
(known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier)
whence even amidst the early
bipedal hominids that throve a sage
no event (whether natural or caused by human error),
would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage
emasculated, and wrought onto the terrestrial firmament
no way to measure nor gauge
the depth, length, and scope of total and
absolute value eradicating any trace of simian equipage
reducing the arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage
boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would
witness civilization captive in their own technological cage!
There is an odious gal named Meryl
Go meddling with Meryl at your peril
She bites where it hurts
And calls it her perks
For being an adventurous rebel.
Meryl once bit a fella on the neck
He said “dear, I only asked for a peck”
So peck she then did
And charged fifty quid
He shot off at once and said “I’ve no cheque.”
Meryl ran like a bat out of hell
Used to it Meryl was, one can tell
As there was no way
She’d bite without pay
For she was going through a dry spell.