Best Re Established Poems

You were the oak in our family tree,
With roots that were strong and true,
Holding on so tenaciously
No ill wind could topple you.
We nestled under your...

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Words can be cruel,
when they are fueled by hate.
They become a vicious tool.
I sadly found out too late.

I did not want to believe.
What he had...

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Oh, Democracy,* 
You, the most desirable bride among  
Political systems,
Your suitors many have been throughout 
History  
In every part of the world, you...

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A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled...

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For centuries, minorities have fought
to gain their human rights. How can it be
that even now so many folks do not
feel safe in “civilized” society?

And one...

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To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask


I discovered on...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space

A GARDEN OF ROSES

A...

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Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have...

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What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am...

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Hesitation
Just a moments delay
Lives change forever
Trajectory altered 
Heading to the unknown
Why? Why?
I so liked my routine
The unchanging gives me security
Makes me feel safe
I like to...

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How I am torn from even thinking we could be more
What reason do I have to change what we already are?
I make an effort to...

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“Stealing our breath, you came down to us with angelic grace and you keep holding us under your magic spell” ~ By Poet

A precious little...

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It is the conversation
between the poet and the jester.
The poet- with solemn introspection;
the jester- with careless regard,
each captivating the other.

It is the ultimate irony
of this...

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Image of Grandparents Country Home from my family collection

The Two Drivers In My Life

In my younger years ...
I got to know the souls of my...

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Cries for peace heard loud 
War mongers, rifles lifted 
Silence established! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
  06 NOVEMBER 2014...

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