Best Transgressors Poems
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who deliberately have put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, was making efforts to raise conscientiousness for to save mother earth. It was posted here on the 28th of November 2012 with the title:"The Rage of Mother Earth". Now, with minor editing, is re-posted with its original title of 1985: "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
Categories:
transgressors, earth, humanity, life, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
Elegant in burnt orange afterglow,
sparkling starlight opens the show.
Neighbors and strangers appear all aroun’,
porch lights and car lights enlighten the town.
They arrive afoot and atop handlebars.
Tots wave from strollers like famed movie stars.
Mothers bellowing orders to stay in sight,
transgressors will rue being naughty tonight.
Flickering lights and untied laces
nudge fidgety feet through their paces.
Masquerade masks make eager accomplices’
too impish eyes and mischievous faces.
Scowling Jack-O-Lanterns carved in creepy effigies
prove impotent charms to appease candied fantasies.
Festooned arches adorned in orange and black,
ornate ornaments to win the neighborhood plaque.
Into the gauntlet of terror they swarm;
dressed to play in pillaging uniform.
Tree and flower tremble and quiver;
Bumped and trampled in their fervor.
Werewolves wailing through grimacing grins
herald a night of howling hymns.
Ghostly spirits from the bowels of earth,
hang from gallows, grinning in ghoulish mirth.
Silken chains embracing all who stray,
beckons the widow to her frightened prey.
Garnished by cackling cries of certain demise,
steaming cauldrons poach their pitiful prize.
Spades of woe shadow souls who rashly ignore,
ominous omens attached to windows and doors.
Like tocks from a clock they continue to arrive,
will the morrow find anyone left still alive?
Hostiles charitably looting town,
sacks of booty slowing them down.
Toting bags of looted plunder,
looming hordes scatter asunder.
Pass me by, to my neighbor grace his stage,
assuage with him your gluttonous rage.
Rapacious hands swaying in ritual dance,
exuberance untethered in blitzing advance.
Eyeing my castle the rioting rabble rush in,
guarded only by growlin’ dog an’ smilin’ pumpkin.
Upon my stoop they brazenly climb,
my breath on hold, I hear the chime.
My time I fear is near at hand,
my blood or treasure they demand.
Hunkered down and hidden from sight,
no mercy presented for my plight.
With sweaty palms and pounding heart,
please Lord I pray, make them depart.
For a shot of strong “Spirits” I silently scream,
‘cause I forgot the candy on this Halloween!
Categories:
transgressors, candy, children, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
When Haiti shook
And the old colonial
Structures fell
Who was to blame?
When the rains fell on Madeira
Making rivers of mud
Where once were roads
Who was to blame?
When earthquake and tsunami
Wreaked their havoc
On Chile’s coast
Who was to blame?
The zealots speak of God’s wrath,
Divine retribution
Against the wicked of the world
Smiting the transgressors
But it’s not the wicked who suffer
It’s the most humble and devout
The poor and the needy
Who suffer the most
Why would God do such a thing?
What would be gained?
It’s not a Godly act
But rather that of a tyrant
That’s not what my God would do
My God is a loving God
Not a wrathful being
The secular blame God
For not stopping natural disasters
They don’t believe in him
But blame him anyway
Where was God?
What was God doing when he was needed?
When something wonderful happens
They praise nature’s ingenuity
Yet when tragedy strikes
It’s “where was God?”
God is not to blame
It is not within his power to prevent disasters
So he does what he can
He comforts and supports
Eases suffering and ends pain
But my God is not to blame
Mother Nature is the culprit
The planet is angry with mankind
And unleashes these acts of spite
To punish us for our indifference
Mother Nature roars
And defines our insignificance
When the earth moves
And mountains split
When winds tear up all before them
And the seas rise up
We are powerless
But we are not alone
When we are at our most vulnerable
Who do we call upon? God
Whoever that God might be
Mine is an understanding God
A compassionate God
Categories:
transgressors, faithgod, nature, god, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Rage of Mother Earth
(Warning those who destroy HER)
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves Human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You, who deliberately have put Me
Through the tormenting agony of dying
By strewing your treacherous dark web
Of your unworthy ambitions, all over my face
Shadowing my generous fertility
And rendering me sterile,
Behold!
For the time will come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel, you tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos
For the shiny heavy sword
Of universal justice,
Punisher of transgressions
Guardian of the eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you
And those who would survive
Will feel the torturing pain
In their hearts
For thousands of years!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Categories:
transgressors, natural disasters,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Amateur poetry season is over, move closer, its wisdoms time for disclosure,
The takeover, sober, waging raging kosher words….….. Transferred,
ABC’s with wise syntax, heard and dispersed to the brains synapse,
Jumping the gaps, from axon to dendrite with inner insight, so go write,
From higher heights, beyond the clouds drop eloquent lines departing with tips, they exist composing manuscripts,
Intrigued observers are given apprenticeships, those with zero fatigue before the apocalypse,
Deciphered divinely and discharged upon earth from moving lips,
Simpleminded unknowledgeable critic’s quick to judge, too much neurotransmitter sludge,
Rather like a Gold Rush, traveling promptly to these passages emplacement,
Filed rhymes in the uncorrupted minds location, layman’s trivial mentation left in the basement,
Inspired statements forever, the fewest few only believe, however,
Feuds with biology of belief disbelievers, conceive intellectual transgressors,
Exercising self with better endeavors, adapting to intelligence, apt genius’s,
Dextrous minds equipped with germinating seeds ridding the phoenix and exiting this world’s nexus,
Those in line are next, complex thoughts impart light to their neocortex with quantum sight and emotional arousal,
A causal relationship with special inspiration, a skill at ease for those with understanding psyches.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 28.5.2016
Categories:
transgressors, allegory, fantasy, magic, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas of loved ones in Heaven* is blessed jubilation
Since such is wondrously grand celebration
With God the Father Who planned mankind’s salvation
Indeed the omnipotent Author of sovereign destination…
Oh, there they feast on the riches of divine compassion
So grateful for His faithfulness beyond comprehension
In rescuing sinners from hell’s condemnation!
Christmastime in Heaven of loved ones is blissful satisfaction
Since they are in fellowship around the Giver of redemption
With Jesus Christ Who was born for transgressors’ regeneration
Indeed the way, the truth, and life’s victorious perfection…
Oh, there, they bask under delight of worship-exaltation
So praise-filled for His precious sacrifice toward glorification
In offering eternal gift that’s worthy beyond imagination!
Gathering in Heaven of loved ones is sublime commemoration
Since they acknowledge together the Deity’s merciful function
With the Spirit of truth and illumination
Indeed actualizing hope midst faith’s realization…
Oh, there, they cease not to thank the Almighty, sans hesitation
So humbled for granted pardon as well as pure justification
In transforming lives toward new-creation’s optimization.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
December 25, 2022
1st place, "Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
Judged on 12/31/2022.
Categories:
transgressors, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Monorhyme
Continuation of
Part IV: FORGIVENESS
Today Mariah of Magdala,
It's written not only of you but of your enemies
Do you discover Mariah of Magdala
We are all alike
In pitch dark, we hide our deeds
Our hearts judges know each of our secret doing
Yet we claim to be purer
Easier than it has been to curse out another
Mariah of Magdala!
Not a stone crushed on you
Did the earth swallow your accusers?
Where did your accusers turn to?
Were you in your own fear?
Did you witness their impurity?
Did the heavy hands find an emerging engagement?
Oh, was there a hasty chase call?
For they all left without conviction
The pain of your suffering. Mariah of Magdala
Understood by love
The pain of your deprival, Mariah of Magdala
Perceived by love,
The weight of your burden Mariah of Magdala
Lifted by grace
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
How did it feel at His feet?
At that stint of most horrific verve
Your world stood still
But full of space
Being filled with divine love
Pain translated to eternal joy
Confusion met with a deeper understanding
Suffering filled out with bliss
Sorrow being afflicted to joyfulness
Animosity met with peace,
Lethargy killed with patience
Kindness kissed away hostility
Immorality bolted out with goodness
Your treachery hid by faithfulness
Oh, Mariah of Magdala!
The true assurance of divine forgiveness
Restoration for all portrayed through you
The sweetness of meeting with Grace
That manifests its purity to transgressors
Secretly showing with love our errors,
Lifting burdens of darkness,
Showing best how to grace the renounced
Giving the epitome price of forgiveness
Categories:
transgressors, appreciation, blessing, celebration, community,
Form:
Narrative
The Almighty’s love*
sublime, gloriously divine
awesomely magnificent
overlooked my human nature's defiled stature
to re-create me --- to be His peculiar child.
God’s love, so wondrous
redeeming transgressors from sin’s wages
assures me peaceful bliss, heavenly indeed
when I accepted His offered pardon
that ransomed my soul.
With the Lord’s great love
intensifying His truth and grace
my faith, midst turbulent, doubt-stricken world
is secured, braced by His boundless compassion
against jeering hatred of skepticism's mockery.
By Christ’s love, precious
exemplified through His sacrifice
I'm granted everlasting life
with satisfying abundance
overtaking vanity's worthlessness.
Love of the Master, ceaselessly enabling
transforming perfectly
toward joyous ministerial servanthood
settles my devotion's fulfillment
stamped by His approval, making me yielded to Him.
Gripped with Jesus’ love
constraining through His mercy
I share His care’s gift
prompted by His goodness-fervor
while repenting from carnal selfish pursuits.
Gratefully joyous
I praise God, genuine love’s Source
Charity's omnipotent Alpha and Omega
verily deserving of my wholehearted adoration ---
without Him and His lovingkindness, I am nothing.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us…; 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love; 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God; 4:2 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love; 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.
July 23, 2019
Edited on November 11, 2019
2nd place, "Love is the Answer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 11/19/2019.
Categories:
transgressors, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
United States, 50 united partners, 50 regions that form a nation.
Each with individual States laws different from the others yet is still an amazing creation.
Till the new world was founded, tyranny ruled in Europe, people look at America as hope.
A new beginning a new place to worship as you pleased, to freely express ones beliefs sometimes irritating the Pope.
European domination has always been the Europeans way of thinking, it was a courageous thing.
Leaving the European masters settling into their country. A change that blessed the new nation, what settling and fresh fruit did bring.
The first to arrive had what they had and had to make do they prayed and were thankful for the chance to be on this new land.
Many of the first didn’t see this nation as it is today; they built and passed down the heritage of the law, they trusted the Lord understand?
Brave woman and children followed their dad or mom because God’s law was in the travel book we called the Holy Bible.
The greatest gift that God gives us is that of the knowledge of His laws, edicts and Holy Festivals, we can all have a Spiritual survival.
Freedom for any faith, any ethnic culture, made us molded to this land.
Looking to God for guidance we thrive in strength, God’s guiding hand
We were building a concept new to the old world order; freedom came at a high price.
England gave reluctantly our freedom as we chose to be a nation of God, at a great cost of human life.
Now here in this day our streets are filled with violence, sometimes a killing a day.
We’ve really have turned on God’s laws...
As a single person with no millions I’m at a loss on how to help, so I go back and ask the Father, not to be ired but it sticks in my craw.
We are supposed to be “One Nation under God”; God laws His Holy days and festivals have to take precedent.
We are His creations His spiritual children the chosen, so be vigil have faith we are truly Jesus’ descendants.
All Christians are called many however are not chosen, How come?
Something so simple to enter God’s Kingdom, yet not easy for some.
Transgressors leaders in the world of ****.
Beware brethren” Like a thief in the night.” The 50 lines, states won’t matter much to the Lord, when Jesus returns, because God’s world will be back to the norm.
Categories:
transgressors, faith, god, world, children,
Form:
Rhyme
In this life of mine
I forgive all transgressors
We are endless ones
Categories:
transgressors, betrayal, corruption, discrimination, forgiveness,
Form:
Haiku
Smoke drifts from the smokestacks
On dark and gloomy days
Just before the first rains of Summer
Crates are collected and stacked
And thrown onto the conveyor belt
So they may disappear into the fortress
A robot sings songs of yesteryear
And humans simply stand by and observe
Give these jeering men some credits
Lest they starve without work
With their blossoming bellies
But they sure love Conservatism
Starving mothers fling underweight babies
Into the jaws of an unforgiving sea
Because they can't take care of them
But neither could they spare them
Remember when a wise man once said
Elections have consequences
A tower is built slowly from the ground up
It starts off small but becomes massive over time
Just like petty rants from the bird's nest seem small
Until they collect over time and form dogma
An entire generation tainted by evil
And the devil himself is blushing
Alas drown your sorrows at the beach
And swim in a sea of glittering garbage
Because this great sea sure does flow
Where thriving cities once stood
But now they reside deep underwater
Entombed by science denial
And for every peace loving Christian
Is one who spreads dissension like disease
Who thrives on stapling gays to the cross
As if it were 1965 in the redneck south
And in truth every person who lets it happen
Is just as guilty as the transgressors
When the good lord said love thy neighbor
Could he have known they'd cast the first stone
Upon all the liars and all the sinners
Just peel apart the jowls of the maiden sinner
And find the seven deadly sins cowering
From a man dressed in a burlap sack
Patience for appeasers is something I lack
And as I rip away the images of this distorted future
I look to the future in two years from now
And I just hope deep in my heart we've had enough
Because at first 2016 gave me a future to believe in
But now Morons Are Governing Again
Categories:
transgressors, america, betrayal, conflict, political,
Form:
Free verse
The tribulation of women under men
Had a start and will have an end,
Says the millennia old book of books.
It will end by divine intervention!
The book tells of a blessed start of man,
Living in an earthly paradise,
Living unclad like the other creatures,
The cows, the whales, insects and all.
Their maker made them a seminal pair
That would gradually fill the Earth,
Enveloped in harmony
And marital bliss for all couples.
The book says that God loves freedom,...
That he calls transgressors to account,...
That all his children have a duty to obey
And if they err to bear the consequences.
Eve and Adam went astray
Because they were intoxicated by freedom.
They ate food to vomiting point,
After being misled by an older brother.
The book says that God made no bones about
A new trajectory for the woman:
"The man is going to dominate you."
Genesis chapter three verse sixteen.
As in heaven also upon Earth
God has some disobedient children,
Fleshly and spirit, who must account
And none of them can escape his justice.
Meantime "Your man will dominate you"
Still holds, and our older brothers
Are causing women a lot of suffering,
Added to women's own misalignment.
What's the hope for women now?
Genesis three verse fifteen says
The older brother will be bruised in the head,
Not by God but by his agent.
That agent would've demonstrated
To younger ones of the family
How to show deference to the father.
Women who follow that one are blessed.
This then is the divine intervention
That will end gender based violence
Permanently on all the planet -
A feat men only pay lip service to! one
Categories:
transgressors, abuse, angel, angst, bible,
Form:
Free verse
In old Jerusalem near cross and sepulcher
Transgressors and confessors searching for a cure
Weary Pilgrims assembled in this place ornate
Guilty, broken, sad, sickened, from life’s heavy weight
Here we remember how our sin once did molest
How selfish deeds and hateful thoughts God does detest
Yet for us sinners Christ in love performed His grace
His sacrificial work makes this a holy place
Somewhere near here religion organized deceit
They drug him to the pavement to make his end complete
Somewhere near here truth was twisted, justice denied
Somewhere near here, misinformed, crucified they cried
Somewhere near here with cruel whip his back was beat
Somewhere near here Rome drove nails in Christ’ hands and feet
Somewhere near here the savior wore thorns for a crown
Somewhere near here the savior’s blood trickled down
Somewhere near here they punctured a sword in his side
Somewhere near here for our sin our blessed savior died
Somewhere near here, hanging shamefully on a cross
Jesus was sacrificed to restore human loss
Here listening to vile words the crowd did sputter
An announcement of forgiveness he did utter
Here on these grounds the lamb without blemish or flaw
Orchestrated the salvation the Father foresaw
The execution done His body was removed
The task was now completed, the Father approved
In a tomb near here his slaughtered corpse was encased
Still, dead, and buried, His accomplishments erased
For three days in the dark of the earth he did lay
While the Sabbath left His friends to mourn in dismay
But on the third day, somewhere near here, before dawn
There came a rumble and He awoke without yawn
Somewhere near here before the daylights detection
Breath was restored in mighty resurrection
The women and the disciples saw him near here
Then to more than five-hundred he dared to appear
I’m quite impressed with these walls and decorations
But they provoke neither joy nor celebration
For I’m on a journey to see the saviors face
And perhaps that’s the lesson of this wondrous place
For nails, nor cross, rocks, or cave can keep Jesus still
Resurrected our savior moves around at will
He will not be confined to places around here
But where ever we go our living Lord is near.
Categories:
transgressors, christian, hope, jesus, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
And Allah establishes the Truth by His words
No matter how much it is disliked by the transgressors!
Categories:
transgressors, religionallah,
Form:
Free verse
Midst transgression-inflicted sorrows
bringing seemingly tormenting days
of torturous guilt-silence and panic woes…
God’s love abounds.
Though apathy stares with mockery
love of the Father above reaches-out serenely
to stay rightfully in our hearts…
so we can share it with others.
Yes, genuine love is where caring dominates
while we trust Christ
the Author and Finisher of faith…
according to Scriptures’ truth.
Love’s bountiful grace is Jesus’ offered gift
triumphantly granting us, His believers
blest privilege to come together...
empowered to worship Him with grateful submissive spirits.
Sharing the Gospel
marked by the Almighty's love
my soul beseeches His compassion...
to prevail against hatred, selfishness, and pride.
Let's edify one another
with encouragement, devoid of hypocrisy
heralding the Lord’s charity...
such is love in action, offered to us-transgressors.
By the Holy Ghost’s wisdom,
we draw near to the Master
exalting supreme Providence magnificence…
extolling His wondrous glory.
Midst thanksgiving gladness
we reflect about Calvary's essence
unfolding the Messiah’s redemption plan...
seeking the lost*, assuring them eternal life.
Through servant-leadership
exemplified by the Saviour
we fulfill effective, profitable Christian ministry...
of earnest volunteerism, bereft of personal gain.
Propelled by the humble obedience
shown by the Creator with loving willingness
we, can through His mercy and leadership...
advance His kingdom where true love reigns.
*Matthew 18:11 For the Son of man is come to save that which was lost.
August 12, 2019
edited on August 12, 2021
1st place, "Let Us Collaborate a Love Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 10/29/2019.
Categories:
transgressors, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Prose Poetry