Best Safer Poems
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If a wasted life is now the journey
With a path perilous and wide.
The prevailing observation be...
One should have a guide.
With a soul of sound and fury
And your misanthropy clearly known.
Who am I to judge you harshly
As you venture forth alone.
However...
Should the winds of chaos fester
And you be trumbled here about.
Abrogate your fear and join me here...
We'll both walk the safer route.
The End
9
Life made of me a mockery
With an intention to deceive
With no air of accountability
For the bitterness so received.
I would embrace a different path
To forsake some cosmic rule.
But Life now grips my fading star...
So I must play the fool.
The End
10
There is an air of permissiveness
As roguery doth wither winter's sting.
Prudery evaporates with the melting snow
In the path of an avenging spring.
Tis mischief that pervades the youth
With Nature's essence on display.
And things best done by the ebb of night...
Are now done in the light of day.
As Lads and Lasses tumble to and fro,
Making bold their fleshly passion.
There is little thought to autumn's moon
With Nature's bounty soon the fashion.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Ghost Of My Ghost, A Much Safer Me
Ghost of my ghost, a much safer me
hiding in shadow's deepest holes.
No more fighting, I just let it be
gifting me my vaulting poles!
Heart of my heart, a calmer grace
resting within a learning soul.
The memory of her touch and face
yet again made my life whole!
Spirit within spirit, embraces life
key found to that golden gate.
Healed are cuts from an evil knife
released from chains of hate!
Solace within solace, glows with dreams
basking in a Springtime sun.
Walking in cool, clear flowing streams
with joy never to be undone!
R.J. Lindley
Nov 16th, 1990
Simple words cannot accurately explain the places I wish to describe..
The same structures that build havens cannot be used to enhance the comprehension of a stranger.
Whether many leaves of them bound together, or just a few that you see electronically.
Whether spoken plainly, told to the young from the old, or accompanied by a harmonious tone.
The safest places in this dark, broken world, aren't even made of brick or stone.
They lie inside the complexity of the mind,
Each new adventure just wrapped in the sands of time.
Many have already discovered these havens while others are fooled by the many disguised hells...
All it takes is a word, a note.
Our sadness dispersed, our minds immersed in a world which we wish was our own.
A melancholy melody, a joyful groove, anything to match or shift your mood.
A simple rhyme to pass the time,
The first pages of book that get you hooked,
The message of a song that makes you sing along.
A pleasure like no other, one you are waiting to discover.
Such as PoetrySoup for the soul :)
Let no one be an unpleasant surprise
Let no one cross over your borderline
And only let them touch you, with their eyes
Never let down your guard
Always wear your GPS Locators
Always carry your taser weapons and learn martial arts
Let no one else mind your own business
Let no one harm or threaten you,
Making sure, everyone always respects your wishes
Always watch each other's backs
Safety multiplies, with more numbers of trusted people
Remember to stay with friends,
like wolves travel in packs
Always make sure, no one takes advantage
Learn all self-defense techniques
If anyone doesn't think, you'll use self-defense,
prove to them, you'll manage
Always make sure, you and yours know 1st Aid and CPR
Let no one violate any of your rights
Authorities are cracking down on crime, tight
Authorities are there to defend you,
with all of their might
Truly, there is...
No safer shelter,
No safer harbor,
No safer home,
Than
God's embrace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 April 2023
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
i feel it when he looks at me,
even more when his head turns away.
the averted eyes,
fumbling with pens.
this is how it will always be.
he could never love me.
i feel it when they walk by in two's or three's.
the flawless skin,
hair styled and molded by products.
jeans that fit perfectly,
books with labels, notes taken in perfect cursive.
i know we'll never be friends.
because this is how it is.
how it will always be.
seperated.
i crave loneliness.
i want to be alone, alienated.
i cant hurt them if i dont know them.
they can't scar me if i keep my distance.
in a moments weakness, i think i know whats best.
but i am wrong.
it's safer on my own.
the sooner i can curl into myself,
the safer everyone will be.
I would assist you to be smarter and wiser
Knowing virtues of being solitude is safer
You will have chances to adore your world
Where has no seen with starving predators
All preys are being chained up in earthly world
Being authorized for one another's desserts
I can't tell if this would be with humans
But if you conceive, you have had enough pain
But don't complain suchlike a wronged poetess*
And neither hate and fight as some avengers
But please understand the stories I read as for
Being any characters in the play directed by Lord
*Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
My heart holds this moment close
of wind and rain sweet across the bay
grey storm that heralds our coming autumn
a shred of blue forecasts afternoon calm
but for now the rain drops resolute
My coffee warm against my hands
as I gaze out upon the grasses swaying
on the bluff above a fortress of grey stone
the seagulls have no worries of the day
as they play below the cloud shield
With talk of a war ending and covid
the surge of unrest while the world cries
the days bluster unwinds in shared tempest
yet I feel hopeful like the blue sky glows
can we join voices to stand in reality
Embrace the truth over false echos
see weather change in the balance of life
I hear the march of little feet running to class
we're trying to arrange some normal days
but really, watching the storm is safer
I
divide and rule, fear Black -
they said in South Africa
Choice: Die with democracy
II
we'll love & reassure you:
Dr. King did. Bombed. Taped! Stabbed
by lady at book-signing
tho your by your self
if for noone els
to live see your ne born
it get better as time go on
YOUR
SAFER BEING
HOME ALONE
in every utter of my words, there's a existence of you
in every stutter of my words, the breath carries the name of you
your indelible eyes sparked something dangerous and wild
and i find myself floating on currents wild, with risk of drowning
but drowning in your eyes feels safer the mourning
mourning the loss of us that will come without warning