Best Presentable Poems
Self-control is the first lesson of life,
when learning to be presentable.
An alternate lifestyle
will bring you grief,
but you are no different
in that respect.
All grieve.
Delete everything
you should not have said
or done.
There is a scream,
then nobody is there.
The machine shuts down
at the end.
Silence is the last friend.
Only heaven fathoms
a blank screen.
We have 72 hours to make this place presentable or we've got nowhere to live. Or at least not here.
He helps with nothing. I sit, disappointed-again. Over something he's done. Again.
I wish I were her. Heroin. I wish he lied for me. I wish he wanted me with the same amount he does her. I wish he deceived his loved ones just to have me for a few hours. I wish when he was with me he felt whole. I wish I could make him lust for me as he does her.
He makes love to me, and for long periods of time, but only because of her.
Her narcotic charm is unmatched. Anything to do falls second to her.
I need him to be happy and treat me nicely without the presence of her. Because when she leaves I pay, and dearly.
I can't take him away from her grasp. He always goes back for more.
Even if he says he is finished with her, I know I'll see some sign of her back around shortly. I know he doesn't need her. But sadly, I feel he doesn't believe the same. How long will he insist on this triangle love relationship? How long will she linger around us, if only in just thought? Forever?
I know in my heart that she trumps anything I could ever dream of giving or doing for him. Doesn't he see that she is nothing? She destroys. That is all she is. A homewrecker. Toxic. Death. Suffering. Pain.
Is this what he Longs for?
He stood
Before the mirror of
His soul
Wishing to look at the
Reflection of his
Inner self
In a little while, his
Idol appeared:
Timid
Foggy
Blurry
Distorted
Not a pretty sight!
He knew
He had to meet his creator.
His days were numbered.
There was no time left for him to
polish the mirror,
To make his soul emerge more presentable to
his Lord.
Desperate
He fell on his knees.
Started praying for forgiveness for
all he had thought, said and done in his life.
His tears
Rundown his ravaged with pain face.
He was so sincere in his supplication.
A truly repentant person who was
asking God's mercy.
He remained thus in silence,
not knowing what to expect.
Finally,
He raised his head and stood up.
He looked at the mirror once again.
There he saw his idol that was looking back
at him:
Sharp
Smiling
Elated
Forgiven
Blessed!
God has shown His mercy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2021
I love you with every fibre of my being
I hate you with everything I have
You are my inspiration
I inspire to be everything you’re not
Every word out your mouth is a song
When you talk all I want is for you to stop
I want to be around you every minute of every day
I never want to see you again
Words trapped
Words silenced
Forced to live in the grey
No life
No colour
My emotions
Lined up neatly in the middle
Like princesses in a beauty pageant
Neat and tidy and presentable
Ready to be shown to society
Those lucky enough to be unaccepted are shoved back into the shadows
Hiding from the judging looks and hurt faces
My feelings
Worn and tired
Yet buzzing with adrenaline
Like soldiers on a battle field
Lacking the hope that they’ll ever see the light of day again
That they’ll ever send a red rose to their loved one
That they’ll ever throw a rotten red tomato at their enemy
My thoughts
Silenced
Like prisoners
Chained and tortured
Beaten and broken
Forced into the deep dungeons of the earth
Happiness
The pretty blonde they all want to see
The stereotype
The norm
Well the majority isn’t blonde
They aren’t skinny
They are ugly
They are stunning
Love
The one I protect
The one I protect from you
The one I protect you from
For I know it has the power to destroy
Destroy hearts
Destroy lives
It has already destroyed mine
Destroy friendships
I hope it doesn’t destroy ours
Hate
The boil in my bubbling blood
The monster in my bones
The one I deny
But I know the truth
I always will
In the way my fingers itch when I see your face
In the way my feet are ready to run away from you
In the way my thoughts stray to a paradise without you
I am yellow
Living in the false grey world
If only they knew I was red
Potent and alive
True and honest
Love and hate
Hate and love
Pop watched some of the Olympics with me last night. It
was the first time he had watched television
in over two months.
He wasn’t refined enough to appreciate the figure
skating, However, liked the speed skating
quite a bit. He said it
was more like track and he liked the Summer Olympics
more than the Winter. He asked me for a
shave and I obliged.
In the past this was always by my suggestion. He’s been
having quite a few visitors and I think he
wants to try to be presentable.
Mom says he embarrasses her when they have company.
He can’t always hear what’s going on in the
other room and calls for her.
“Ruth Ellen, get your ass in here!” is not the proper way
to call for my mother. Ralph E. has already cleaned his
plow about that once before.
I’m not sure how much he’s really aware he’s doing that
sort of thing. I’m sure he’s lonely and stir
crazy and just wants her company
most of the time. Maybe that helps keep his mind off
what’s happening. I’ll call if there’s a change.
Love You Both, DAD
Going For A Job Interview
The moment of truth comes, when one comes face to face with a prospective boss…
Having secured an appointed date for interview, it is time to meet the boss…
This learned young man is well prepared in his spirits, mind and body…
For this day is the much anticipated date to define his immediate destiny…
Freshly minted and on the lookout for a dream job offer in his field of studies…
His hopes are high, with a gamut of feelings of trepidation, anticipation and anxiety …
Getting a job is a typical priority for many a graduate after years of books and studies..
But the process of looking around for a dream job and landing it is far from easy…
For a wholesome week, this day has been crowding into his daily thoughts and routine….
Over and over again he has mentally run through his expected replies to incoming queries..
Will this window of opportunity be in the right one for a youthful graduate such as he…
Will his mannerism, answers and personality be up to the expectations of the boss to be…
He is well dressed for the occasion, most appropriate for the formality of the occasion…
Textbooked details are well in place, looking sharp with not a hair or attire was out of place…
His newly bought tie is snuggly attached to his high collar, well he looks like an executive-to-be…
Looking smart and most presentable, document folder in his hand, he’s well and ready….
Grabbing the car keys , he gave a perfunctory goodbye wave as he strode to the family car …
With fingers crossed, the father wished him the best of luck and whispered a silent prayer ….
There you go, son, you have to make your own way, may God bless you at the interview…
Have faith in yourself, you are well prepared and you are at your best as you can possibly be…
Waving goodbye and with a big smile of encouragement, he watched junior drive away…
Stiffling the rising inner glow of pride that that young man is now big enough to seek his way…
The next few hours will be crucial, will the outcome of his job interview be successful….
Will the call yet to come be one of jubilation or will it be one of deflated enthusiasm…?
The early morning frost lies on the ground so delegently.
There it has the viewship of a large fluff of a white cloud. and
and all around one can feel the Simplicity..(!!)
And yes....the peace and scenery reminds you that, some higher
omnipotent being (God) is mighty in His abyss of providing-prove that
favor comes from much higher. "I Am The Fire."
While the wet-dew is responsible for implementing the ground. "
"I Am The Fire, without me...(Creation) whom I am called.." "There is
no life, power to accend and strength of Glory, from the tip of my finger
Comes...spring, summer and fall, Creation is my middle name, God an Holy-
Spirit is presentable. All of my children's would you call me, and then could
you trust-me...(God) and read about my unpleasent story."
The early morning...frost. The crime of horror, creeps amonst us each day
that the sun..my-best (friend) does shine. And a beautiful day still brings an
comforting solvency to enable the dreams to come true. I am the fire...(who)
...are you..??
"I Am The Fire, my accomplishment is only mortified by me being a servant. "And
You must tell someone how your pain and the exchange of overcoming the
obstacles, has-lead you to this house which is call Peace, and tell them may it
be all-that-one must acquired." Let us come together, let us pray...{then} I shall
show-up and showout because of what Love is here from beyond much-much Higher.
"I Am The Fire," "I Am that I Am." (Fire)
Two days before the deadline.
Fingers flying frantically,
Condensing a lifetime’s achievement
In 500 words or less.
Eyes are bloodshot from the long night, spent
Staring and scanning every line, every blip
With the careful precision of a surgeon.
Secretly beautifying my faults
Like an embalmer, decorating wounds,
To make even a dead body presentable.
All to impress anonymous judges
Who are endowed with the authority
To confirm my life’s worth.
Judges who grade lives—
Out of a pool of million—
Superficial enough to be condensed
In 500 words or less.
Muddy face band and tin-tin man breaking bad
Game of thrones, constants and variables
Contestants variant, variously able, paid under the table
Save it Larry, your speeches are not reliable
We see your Mr Cain, presentable, but is Cain able?
After what you did your reputation is wrecked
Big crowds but little acceptance, the proof is undeniable
But the underlying logic isn't, we were roped in
Gathered and forayed but duds, useless bombs dropped in
Spy-bots and lover gloves and drones flying past
Avalanches and snow fall, dictators rise and fall
Don't look now, but a new Dawn is upon us just now
I saw her in sitting in a lilac dress, counting exes
And memes rose and handlers bayed for blood
Thug angels unite, it's a season for settling scores
But whoever is directing this show will make the final call
Last laugh, best laugh kind of stuff
In a world where tempers always freeze and thaw
It was bad, thunder, rain and lightning
But the powers above the powers still heeded your call
Elsewhere across the divide, his demands denied
Little old rocket man explodes, guffaws over evil designs
I'll blow you mofo's to hell, and winks at a floating butterfly
I was only kidding. But I'm serious, I'm reaching for Aquarius
It's easy to catch his drift, he's furious
Little big man with small big dreams, call him nefarious
But I don't see how name calling is going to save us
You don't have to have gone to DeVry
these brick bound boxes
fill this equinox of smart headed people
of these independent achievable people
critical analysts of this 21 century
ready to be presentable to the unmighty
smaller population of antisocial teenage children
willing them to be
not to be free, but inside these brick bound boxes
that fill the human intelligence with total
literate irrelevance to who we should be
to who can be
ultimately like them
filled in these brick bound boxes
with mental instimulance
of a mix of lies, creation and motives
see, I don’t have a problem with any of them
just these brick bound boxes that hold them
hold this unforgettable willing mind
of someone we chose to leave behind
in these brick bound boxes
that encompass first the mind and then the soul
but who wants all this control?
society can speak of a whole.
an incredible strong mental image
of how life is to be--
within these brick bound boxes.
My life isn’t based in these brick bound boxes
but it soon will
creating a song of the monotone dead
longing to be passed on from generation to generation
but can't you see
can't you forget that this is not who we ought to be
unless we need to spontaneously combust
in this equinox till it metastasizes
catastro sizes to an everlasting dust
even you must ought to smell the musk.
So tell me, how do thee?
how do thee live with these brick bound boxes
filling up every empty not-yet-set concrete whole
implying of who you are before you could even
have some kind of control over yourself
its swept under the rug.
no biggie, you're just a kiddie
no actual value to this reality
yet before you can buy alcohol
and I’m someone to sound big
I just don’t want to fill these lonely brick bound boxes
where the death of every living will cease to be a beginning
in this equinox of the everlasting dust,
so do you must, live in these brick bound boxes?
uthoritis
Date: Sun, Oct 18 2015 at 6:26 PM
I'm a Poetic "Prince"
I use my Gift to "Present"
So my Presence to be "Present"
I use it's "Essence"
As a " Element"
A Promotion to being "Outspoken"
I was Called and I was "Chosen"
Can't believe I'm a "Poet"
But it's "Enjoying"
That's why I write these "Proses"
I break through walls by being "Explosive"
I use Poetry as my "Mechanism"
For "Criticism"
My Mind and Body like A Pyramid it's a "Temple"
A Spiritual "Prism"
Of "Wisdom"
"Individualism"
An Individual "Visual" to paint my "Dividual - Divisible"
Enough fire "Presentable"
To make the devil "Tremble"
I'm at a Lyrical "Pinnacle"
To see rappers is "Invisible"
Kingly and "Lyrical"
With my Imperial "Syllables"
I'm a " Hybrid "
Of a Star "Giant"
Stardust and Stars Burst "Combining"
I think I gained some more "Ions"
Cause the Charges inside "Electrifying"
Inside my cylinder figure "Shining"
That's the "Nitrogen"
I use to Connect with the "Lightning"
I use it's Element for Magnetic "Defiance"
An Exercising "Enlightment"
I got the Gems and Jewels of "Wise" Men
I got the the Credentials to "Tickle" them with my "Diamonds"
Like I was wearing lucifer "Breastplate"
My heart a Emerald in Chaos in Chest "Aches"
I'm a Author "Writing"
Arthritis in my joints "Firing"
But it keeps me inspired to be "Inspiring"
Vengeful "Silence"
Is a Revengeful "Entitlement"
A Immenseful "Requirement"
For Critical "Tyrants"
Upon the Civil "Environment"
Breed off "Negatively" the "Negativity"
Use it for "Longevity"
I'm trying to build a "Legacy"
I look in the Eyes of "Destiny"
Filled her with"Ecstasy"
Now she "Caressing" Me
Said she was in "Celibacy"
Waiting for me "Desperately"
Said I hold the "Keys"
I said I know what was in "Jeopardy"
I was just perfecting my "Excellency"
BEHAVIOR.
A well presentable garment
Gets rich comments.
I dress to my best
So would be addressed with
Respect.
Mirror knows only your
Picture,
Can never see once nature.
Behavior is my signature,
She written all over me,
Could predict my future.
Well groom behavior impresses
Your Creator,
Which opens all doors for
Elevation.
Good behavior is pride.
Please think wise.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
And those members of the body which we think to be less honorable, on these we bestow greater honor; and our unpresentable parts have greater modesty, but our presentable parts have no need. But God composed the body, having given greater honor to that part which lacks it, (I Corinthians 12:23, 24 NKJV)
It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones. (Luke 17:2 NKJV)
To dishonour the honourable
To abuse it's innocence
A forever fact
Is an evil cradling.
The offence of sexual abuse
Bruises the tender parts...
Of the heart
And soul
And mind
And smile.
But healing comes from the God-view
That the dishonoured has greater honour
That He is the avenger
For those whom lack.
And there is much provision that heals...
The heart
The soul
The mind
The smile.
To those dishonoured...you have great honour from the One most entitled to give it.
There, in the kitchen of this modest dwelling,
A cheerful room, in spite of its lack of grandness
Home to the little family
Who gathered together each evening
For string beans and mashed potatoes,
Eating with relish at the rectangle of oak
They recounted a day filled with stories
Of the playground mishap,
Of the clearance sale at the hardware store,
Significant things or things without matter
The scene reconstructed, each night of the week
With new accounts of a busy day
A ritual never lacking in importance.
This coming together at the end of the day,
While chomping away on an unidentifiable casserole,
Filling the belly, as well as the soul,
Consuming tidbits of noodles, and wisdom and the love of being together.
Until, one day it was time to retire
The humble piece of oak with the four wobbly legs
For something more presentable. Something more impressive,
That would serve the expanse of a family
Which had grown in numbers throughout the years.
How could anyone have known the significance
Of that aging old table with its warp in the middle?
The sag she had tried to hide with a checkered cloth.
Those who sat there day after day, hardly aware of it's meaning.
This old oak piece, having withstood crayon marks, spilled milk,
Even small holes from the time when father, while repairing a picture frame,
Had accidently hammered nails all the way through and into it's top.
Who knew that a weathered old piece of wood would be witness
To such love and importance
And in itself, was more worthy than
Anything this family could have ever imagined?
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
1. I want to run two abreast with you lord
staying well protected behind your sword
work naturally beyond rehearsal
staying in your presence makes me wiser
on loyalty’s lane, be it thick or thin
I stay on course to grip the anointing
as my life shines the emblem of heaven
on it, His faithfulness has been proven
to the beast, making it unbearable
His consistent fall, getting notable.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
2. Avoiding the lorgnette to see evil
the grain must be kept away from weevil
still not far from its cruel passive smoking
He means strict business and never joking
the stainless steel wok is presentable
such a fake gift from hell is laughable
but drags the soul to the unseen lava
painting white on a deceitful giver.
Jesus then redirects me to His lodge
to meet all my needs and calm every urge.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
3. Great pleasures and gifts so cool but snow bound
his bent promises just go round and round
watering the grass for scorpions to merry
he gives you a grape and calls it berry
just one compromise brings devastation
road so tiled to his discomfort station
he puts fire on a beleaguered soul
trapping it in a cold and empty bowl
the Shepherd appears to step change His lamb
His great protection then stays as a clamp.
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.