Best Prerequisites Poems
The ask is silence, let’s see what it takes
To hush the blush of senses five
On flow of turbid thought, to apply brakes
Yet keeping awareness alive
Sipping nectar from heart’s bliss hive
These prerequisites require surrender
Choosing to shift from head to heart
Throb of magnetism, silent bliss thunder
Ignites on adding love to cart
Enabled, no sooner we start
To become as such, we must choose to shift
It’s not a game of make belief
With focus held firm, that we do not drift
We willingly turn a new leaf
At last offering soul relief
Bliss enabled but we’re still in realm dual
As yet enslaved by time and space
Though cravings of ego no longer rule
And we have slowed down our life’s pace
We’ve yet to see God, face to face
A time does come when we see ego die
Simply stated, it falls away
It is then we see, earth life is a lie
Beholding Self, as clear as day
A vibrant, pulsating sun ray
How still is our silence, if we’ve not seen
Truth of who we really are
Light of a thousand suns, is our soul’s sheen
Here within, not somewhere afar
Aflame, like a luminous star
Addendum
The prerequisites have been established.
The requirements have been met.
The struggles have been suppressed.
The strife is the burden that coexists.
Now when it is time to make a transition,
We must not ignore that
The United States Constitution is in need of political activism or an addendum.
Revamping in form, we must seek militantly a practice of communism.
May I speak freely.
As the freedoms of this country state that I can.
The situations that go unspoken well destroy man.
An as women deny the knowledge, infant mortality has prevalence.
We don’t want to wake-up and find that society has been downsized.
Yet, this will be our descendants outcry.
We know that the future of any country is what we do today.
Tomorrow is a focus that situates.
We have become older adults and know life has been lived.
So why are we in denial of the same apprehension the founding fathers perceived?
Timeline agates before our face of the stages that this nation manifested.
When the founding fathers wrote the Constitution that provided visionary scope,
Part of building a great nation is to know when transgression is the greater source.
I am speaking about the natives of a diverse country of all colors.
Rumination of history is not to be shown.
We all are in this landmine together even when division is known.
You can sense the essence of segments of people formed.
We control our people when there is need for control
Like in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
Addendum to prevent the surrender of humanity to conspicuously henceforward difference in free will.
One that captivates the infrastructure of this great country.
An addendum is afterthought that was not a substructure needed during our birth.
However, with immigration and the troubles that we confront,
Democracy is not negated only strengthen.
Militant communism is defined as the delineation of a nation collectivism in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
We are only worth what we strive for.
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Written March 15, 2016!
Enriched is the soul that embellishes the mind!
“ You know; you look like someone else ”
Was the first thing she said
I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of
Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle
And its flame lay in all the rivulets of melted wax
We were the twin coupling of paper straws
As we sipped the sweet nectar
And our tongues lay heavy laden with its sugar
So we basked in the reflection
Of each others mirror
It still troubles me
How in one another’s puppetry
We were just so much the condensation of syrup
Clinging cold to the cardboard cup
And even though our fingers
Could have shamed the bonfires we built
We were nothing more than a mirage
On the horizons of love
Promise me your soul in forever wants
Between the sheets of passion and someone else
All wept in falsehoods with the petals of lilies
And heavy laden tongue now lay split in iron railings
“ You know, you remind me of someone ”
It troubles me still
How we sank with such poetic and tragic quills
Deep to the depths of our own dark inkwells
Never having breached onto a naked shore
Never having ever really, truly, held each other
We were a spasm, a searching for
Alluding to a succinct intonation of meaning
Written playful, colourful on headlines and posters
Fast food prerequisites
To fill the emptiness
Momentarily in some desperation of sincerity
We shared each other’s
Slush Puppy
Perfection's reserved for God
we mortals must deal with less.
For beauty's more than you see
and lives in souls others bless.
Flattery fuels conceit
with its perfusion of lies.
For passion's prerequisites
aren't meant to recruit the wise.
Feelings of loneliness are
held hostage within the heart.
For reality is harsh
crushing dreams before they start.
But life is imbued with hope,
for every soul is a gem.
Who can see its true beauty
with only eyes to guide them?
When you believe in yourself,
pangs of crippling self-doubt cease.
And feeling confident, your
odds of finding love increase.
(Quatrain)
1/28/2015
Another Loss By Hillary
A lot of people are upset about Hillary's loss.
Politics should be kept out off of FaceBook just like out of church.
I am really worried about Trump. Staff he is choosing are a bunch of has beens. Stock market is already being affected. We are headed for some hard times.
The Bradley Effect and Closet voters highly affected the election. They either told people that they would vote one way but voted another or they came out of the closet, voted, and returned back.
Many women gave into their husbands and went ahead and voted their way just to get them off of their backs. Guess you could call it being hen-pecked. What is going to happen when Trump has to go on trial in the cases of the 12 women abused? I had already heard long ago how Trump U
had taken advantage of people.
Once in office Trump will have to expose his tax return. All other previous Presidents did this. His return is not going to be audited forever. Actually, the only one being audited is the current one and he could have released all previous ones. You can actually go on line and see the income tax returns of all past Presidents.
Comey will be under a Congressional investigation as to why he did what he did and when he did it. He broke the Hatch Act which I know about having been a Federal employee. What would have been really interesting is if Trump would have run as a Democrat and Hillary as a Republican.
Trump wasn't really elected. The representative of the Republican Party was elected no matter who it had been. Qualities, experience and education should be prerequisites not party affiliation.
What amazed me is the higher your education and more satisfied you are, the more likely you were to vote for Hillary. The lower your education level was and less satisfied you were with the way things are the more likely you were to vote for Trump. The more open your mind was the more likely you were to vote for Hillary as opposed to less likely voting for Trump.
Often it is better to be safe than sorry. We may end up being sorry but I hope not.
Love means unconditionally to me
It never means conditionality
Never down your neighbor’s leg should you pee
Never use its rain as excuse, you see
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Contentious relationships will decay
Don’t just love your neighbor, love him today
Keep heart and home open consistently
To benefit most from love’s harmony
.........
Though one’s own Agape may be sloppy
No cause to pee on another’s copy
Just stay with self alone if love seems gone
Unconditionally await love’s dawn
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Love never dies, or a child counts the cost
When love is gone, it’s your child who is lost
Unconditionally, expeditiously
Agape returns conspicuously
.........
Prerequisites stifle heartfelt offers
Leaving you lonely with empty coffers
To know true love is our Lord’s greatest gift
Refuse to let squabbles cast hearts adrift
For Lay's What Love Means collaboration challenge
Co-written by Carolyn Devonshire and John Freeman
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
If one aspires, a worthy teacher to become
On two prerequisites, he has to persevere:
First, his teaching subject ought to know thoroughly.
Second, knowledge, above all things, he should revere!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 March 2023
Unconditional is the Nature of Love
Love means unconditionally to me
It never means conditionality
Never down your neighbor’s leg should you pee
Never use its rain as excuse, you see
Contentious relationships will decay
Don’t just love your neighbor, love him today
Keep heart and home open consistently
To benefit most from love’s harmony
Though one’s own Agape may be sloppy
No cause to pee on another’s copy
Just stay with self alone if love seems gone
Unconditionally await love’s dawn
Love never dies, or a child counts the cost
When love is gone, it’s your child who is lost
Unconditionally, expeditiously
Agape returns conspicuously
Prerequisites stifle heartfelt offers
Leaving you lonely with empty coffers
To know true love is our Lord’s greatest gift
Refuse to let squabbles cast hearts adrift
For Lay's What Love Means collaboration challenge
Co-written by John Freeman and Carolyn Devonshire
Such a yearning in my heart to find a one
No, find the one
With the appropriate prerequisites
The right experience
The proper internships to complete my externship
The perfect applicant
Just right for the job
After many interviews and several orientations
I was able to convince myself you didn’t exist
Until…
That long conversation we had on that night off
I didn’t know what it was
Maybe it was your voice
Or maybe your laugh
All I know- is that at that moment,
The idea of the perfect applicant,
No, employee, rushed back into my mind
You may possibly know this, but I’ve never told you
So I guess now is the best time
Your cosmic beauty and your angelic sound waves
Bring my black hole to the brink of bewilderment
You send my mind on expeditions to another galaxy
Yet, like the roots of the oak tree, you are so grounded
You know not how you have impacted my life
At times, you fill me with the vivacity that I thought I could only find in the fiction
paperbacks
I live in awe with you
And like I said, you may not know,
So simply put…
I’m feeling you
The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.
You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.
I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.
We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.
In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites for this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
This is me.
This is me.
Not caring so much about caring,
but still caring.
Because to be labeled sane you'll have to care.
And still I'm falling short of prerequisites placed upon me by your judgemental faces, my life choices are like Facebook filled with unwanted comments.
Hanging, out the window like my own dirty socks.
Made to feel short even though I'm tall.
In that imposed suggestion box.
Your assumptions like sticky notes attached to my skin, clawing at my flesh with that he said she said pastes.
And I faced this too many times, this pointless tune repeated playlist.
I showed you my own naked skin,
and you made up the rest.
You exaggerated rumours caused this tumor in my head, like a poison your words spread haunting every choice I'd make.
Criticizing my thoughts, movements and actions pretending like your own glorious transactions are legit.
Sprouting your own bad seeds.
Greed.
Envy.
And post traumatic everything and I mean literally everything because everything has it's own string.
Not always is it no strings.
Not always does it adhere to sin.
The world is grey.
No one's perfect.
That mindset alone will make things certain.
For you.
For me.
For us.
No judgement passed shall downplay my self worth so I could fit in your facade that you call your,
"Class."
Or maybe just another message placed, in that imposed suggestion box.
17/08/17?
I recently have heard
from a people of growing remorse,
Perhaps we should add to Presidential prerequisites
some prior experience in public service.
While this has always been a personal requirement,
I had not thought we would need a legal restriction,
where logical and moral imperatives are so blatantly transparent
and mutually compatible.
If you need heart and brain surgery
and have a list of candidates to choose from,
And you instead choose your dentist
because you are uncertain about those distant names
but you know how your dentist smells and tastes,
then we should be alarmed
if you also propose
to lead our way on health care planning
and Earth climate therapies,
insurance,
assurance,
compassionate reassurance,
especially when early drafts specifically disinvest
of dental care,
and inside
and outside nutritional development
for public as extended family service.
Glistening in you palm,
A simple shining blade.
Scalpel or a razor,
Sharp to spit my flesh,
To make me into you.
Shadows in your dreamscape,
And nightmares in my head.
We whisper lost prerequisites,
And sample broken fares,
But in the end, its on your head.
Contortion of reality,
Bound but not beheld.
Loathed through the fear of it,
And never brought to light,
Though a sunset is in your eyes.
Everything has ceased,
The silence is so loud.
A complaint of inadequacy,
Uttered for a charlatan,
Will the prophets listen?