Best Uncompromising Poems
Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet?
Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up
As a late-night guest, quite unexpected.
A teacher’s career, I have been bent upon
And prefer to be known more as a teacher than a poet.
In my eyes, teachers are a venerable sort,
Happy that I could belong to that ‘special’ lot,
Instilling in young ones - newer insights gleaned,
Enriching their lives - with atoms of knowledge pooled,
Brightening their paths - with millions of lanterns lit,
Rowing them away - from the perilous shoals of life,
And leading them to be anchored on safer shores!
A teacher sure stands taller above,
Every other mortal who serves!!
Numerous are the guise a teacher has to put on,
And cleverer the tricks she has to play,
To tackle the wards in her all-out care,
And launch them out into a world to fare.
I have played all at once myriad roles,
More of a mentor and not just a tutor,
A physician who heals, a nurse who tends,
A parent who cares or a pal who shares,
A patron who supports or a lawyer who argues,
A scholar who learns and a master who trains.
As Christ taught his disciples - with parables many,
As Socrates instructed the youth - through endless queries,
As Sullivan led Keller - to the new dawn of light,
As Aesop enlightened kids - with countless tales,
I strove to be a TEACHER.
An erudite soul with a mission!
A sculptor who sees an angel, veiled within a rock!
An architect building an edifice to last a lifetime!
A warrior uncompromising in war,
On Ignorance – the most ignoble foe!
I don’t know where I presently stand,
Nor do I know how my students would rate me,
Though often floundered or failed to act,
In the manner I ever so longed to do,
I would rather be a TEACHER all my life,
A ‘guru’ out and out, from hilt to heel.
And I would wear that mantle with pride!
I gaze on your absence
And listen to the rhythm of my heart
As my fantasy echoes its lyrics
In signs of uncompromising emotions
I daydream of your humorous presence
The hilarious sensation mingled with such a seriousness
A mellifluous meld of alphabets and sounds
And the coo anthem of "go jor"
I missed every fun we shared
And every care I gave
I reminisce every truth you told:
Anxious secrets spilled from shying lips
I yearn for the spark in your subtle eyes,
The easy of your gentle breath,
And the wet warmth company of your acrobatic tongue;
Conveyed quid pro quo exciting caresses
Though our paths set on reverse realities
And these may soon be buried in the dunes of time
Still I will behold you in the memories of our memorial night
For your love prints are unrivalled impressions
hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen
because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation
settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen
but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination
the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen
it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising
though there are bastard judases in every dozen
the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing
the buckles of our identity we will never loosen
no matter how the invader tries strategizing
or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing
No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed,
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
And
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
Thus
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
Extinguish by:
Terrorizing
Torturing
Burning
Raping
Enslaving
Decapitating
Executing,
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
Even understand,
So
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
BUT
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Unyielding
Unafraid
Uncompromising
Proud and
Free,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
For
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
Because
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
But
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
Moonlight casts its silver shadow over the inky sea
I’m in awe of its beauty; it always captivates me
Suddenly obscured by gossamer clouds drifting past
The shadows changing constantly their beauty never lasts
The chill breeze it intensifies; the clouds are rushing by
Ripples make the shadows dance and catch my teary eye
I love to stand and watch this scene when I get the chance
Being with my loved one and a great time for romance’
Its scintillating silvery glow lifts the veil which shrouds your face
Arm in arm we gently stroll I yield to your tender embrace
A sense of calm and tranquility envelop us as we walk
Its luminosity casts its magical spell we have no need to talk
Two lovers forgetting life's uncompromising complexities
Unlocking wary but loving hearts and exchanging keys
My very soul drinks in the ambiance of loves atmosphere
Into the future we walk together, our true love holds no fear
The years go by and into one our hearts melt
That orchestra of loves music deep inside we felt
Our lives have not always been a sweet melody
We’ve worked and toiled and earned our victory
May 30th 2014
Contest
An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept!
Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising,
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!
As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…
In life’s ascension of illusion’s mountain,
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain,
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!
Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond!
The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!
The Snowflakes Precision
What a cruel and un-compassionate fate you bequeath us
A million years of the mediocre and paltry garnish of faith and hope
Given for the consumption of these generations
How uninspired and habitually in denial
We have become
The lost worlds of dreaming
Left waiting
For better times and in a better place
Plied by consuming the majestic expectations
Of living
In the eternal wake of emptiness
What an unloving and unforgiving creation
We have come to exists within
Full to the brim
With uncompromising seconds
And not even in the grandeur of nature’s scenic beauty
Not in the snowflakes precision as it floats
No
Not unimagined complexity of form and chaos
No not even in a perfect chord
Does the merest or slightest of clues
Become existent or reverberate to us a voice
Which whispers to us of our truth
We are bereft of guidance
Untutored in this colossal magnitude and vacuum
Between the myriad stars
Tiny insignificant is this of our awareness
A planet a world
Part of an unending silence
So alone and so self absorbed
So material in the murderous evil
We have done to each other
So disunited in the dark reaches
So solitary
And yet we did not gather the family of man
No not even to look after of ourselves
...for my sons Keir and Evan
Truth is a two-edged sword,
you will be cut by nonsense,
not by circumstance, my son,
and blinded to its darker side
you'll drift in seas of innocence,
carefree as a neophyte
with all the answers pending,
daft and delirious, your youth is fully spent,
and dreams are never-ending,
immerse yourself in fantasies
as long as you are able,
and nestle, tightly held in heaven's tending.
The twin deceits will wriggle as you learn,
and even good will bring you sorrow,
as the ways of evil cause you strife;
differentiate, discern
that which you can beg or borrow
to lend a sweet contentment to your life.
Everyone will aggravate and meddle,
good and bad will jostle for attention,
the guilty and the innocent,
whatever they can camouflage or peddle
to cheat on their redemption,
(beware the sly recalcitrant!)
The glory of the earth is set before you,
flora, fauna, the duplicity of man,
the dust of stars, the rubble of creation,
the planets slowly spinning into view.
Amidst the whirl, the waste, do what you can,
identify the source of inspiration,
the sounds of summer singing in the grass,
birdsong, and the bliss of flowers in bloom,
the unity of things, below, above.
You'll make a difference in the days that pass,
as you give your fellow seekers elbow room,
uncompromising in your search for love.
I was reading the paper...
in the green room,
you walked in the door,
I didn't know you, yet,
of you I wanted more...
excited, elevated, sexual tension-
this spark, this feeling,
sent me reeling...
uncompromising, release...
nearly, thirty moons on, you still
give me this charge-my sweet
tease...
more experienced, this feeling
lasts longer, stronger, powerful
sweet interlude,
...my only one, we delight in sharing
this mood...
woman, you make me
...for days on
end I carry round...this payload,
take it from me before I drop,
this love exploding
I'm going to pop...
I am intoxicated in your kiss...
you are my love promise...
you removed the locks,
on this loves' doorway...
this love destined, to rewrite
the truth, the ancients recorded
from above...historical proof...
all woman, who feel this and allow
truth to enter...live in lavish love
sweet, sweet, rare splendor
The legend of love,
is written on the mystic pages of poets
in a script of colorful flowery blooms
filled with a sensual serenity
of uncompromising visions of peaceful purpose.
Where the bounty of stories
are filled with musical beauty and honey scents
that drift through the heart
as soft breezes of expectations
carried aloft on the wings of yearning
born from the belly of a kiss.
Where the first taste of passion unites
and burns beyond the boundaries
of secret imaginations, painted on the heart
with glorious glowing glittering sparks
rising from fiery flames
that reach the beckoning stars washed in moonglow
leaving a lover's realm
of breathless interludes and sighs
written in poetic verse revealed on the naked heart.
To be read in majestic gardens
of roses and purple asters
where time stands still,
as each word spoken is soft as whispers,
on the sacred breath of love
before each breathless kiss
is written on the romantic page of the soul.
I don’t know that anything about me
is original – I mean, all of my atoms,
I’ve been told, once belonged to some
dimwit creature (hmm...) roaming the earth
long before air-conditioners and Mai Tais...
And talk about Sin! – now that’s an Original
I would gladly give my share away in
a heartbeat; sure as hell, not missing a
cinder of the concept – though, if not the
world itself, I have no recollection of a
bountiful garden...while readily admitting
to having dined and drank with more than
one size and specie of venomous serpent –
But of all my Non Originals, the abiding
presence of love within me is a lineage
I would gladly claim as my own, were I
asked, praying to be absolved of any penance
if untrue. And, if false...then I would claim,
even more vociferously, my uncompromising
capacity to forgive all, thus hopefully moving
existing originals into the Lord's Grace of
Transformative Light.
How many times have I been,
or perceived to have been,
the victim of cruelty or injustice,
which I tolerated,
as I felt it was necessary to survive
or, if not to survive,
to maintain a minimum standard of living -
as a child,
as a sick person,
as a subordinate in a corporation?
How did it make me feel?
Angry.
How did it work out when I expressed my anger?
Poorly.
Hence, much of my life was lived
through a clenched jaw.
Which doesn't seem pleasant.
Is there another way?
Philosophy?
Religion?
Forgiveness?
Acceptance?
Reassessing when I must compromise?
Learning a new way to communicate -
civil, yet uncompromising?
I wonder.
Uncompromising Authenticity,
And An Intent To Find Beauty
In All Understanding Is A
Weakness; A True Vulnerability.
-Gray Squirrel
10-07-2025
She said that the music
flowed through her soul
Life was music, though hers
life was a disaster
It was about unrequited love
even before she was born
Uncompromising and impossible
Her performance always carried hope
An artist's muse
- which was crushed into small pieces
She had only one wish
a cloudless sky
and a problem free day
But the moment never came
22.03.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tanka/ Haiku
Dionysian’s
Drunken Roman Bacchante (1) footnotes
God of the Maenads' (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants
Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture
Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized
Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment
Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle
"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"
(Haiku)
Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
Priapic flower.
Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.
1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus
2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.
3 Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to
excess, impatience. He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular
piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes
4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus