Best Up To Now Poems
I'm Rudolph stuck in traffic, and on this of all the nights,
and up to now my nose has matched each set of traffic lights,
the fat guy in the back keeps bridling at our progress slow,
why I get saddled with him each year, I harnessly don't know.
When other Reindeer used to help, back then boy, we could fly
but they've been made redundant since their running costs were high.
Dasher's now a quarterback for Minnesota Vikings,
and Dancer's in a chorus line, it's much more to her liking.
Prancer's found a new life with the Spanish riding school
and Vixen works the shopping Malls, which I think is pretty cool.
Cupid isn't stupid he went for early retirement
and Comet just lives off the land, Lichen his sole requirement.
Donner runs a kebab shop, he's doing pretty well
and Blitzen helped but left because he couldn't stand the smell.
So here I am, life can be cruel, it never reins it pours,
stuck in a line of SUVs instead of home indoors,
and Santa's whining at the fact I cannot be cold started,
and that is why I warmed him up, I clenched my cheeks and farted.
(All spelling intentional)
For contest 'Christmas Rhymes', sponsor Kim Rodrigues
November 27th 2017
Through shadowed forest glade she rode
'Midst grey and gloomy chill
No single thought of safety did
A moment stay her will
The mist clung to her nostrils as
She charged into the brush
The creatures of the forest paused
In terrifying hush
Foreboding seeped into her bones
Ghastly, from ages spent
Urging her mount to breakneck speed
Resolve would not relent
To slow would mean downfall into
A consequence of dread
She knew if she but lost an inch
He lover would be dead
This morn she was awakened by
His servant at her door
And with his last breath utterance
Fell bloodied to the floor
It seems a tartan wearing clan
Appeared in red and green
‘Tis true that a more fearful sight
Is rarely ever seen
Unwittingly, they’d crossed the line
Into the Fraser realm
It was then they were set upon
In stand of noble elm
So, now she raced to intercede
Upon her love’s behalf
To beg for mercy from the chief;
That he withhold his wrath
The secret she had hidden would
Surely offset slaughter
It was true she had been born the
Fraser Chieftain’s daughter
She’d fled her home ten years before
With young Lord Cameron
The rival clan’s incumbent heir
Her lover and champion
She’d not been sorry up to now
For following her heart
She knew the toll her love would take
Right from the very start
But this would be a sacrifice
She'd never wished to make
That for his life she would exchange
Hers for the clan to take
Despite the cold and deadly winter
we stand beneath an old umbrella
outside the closed jeweler's shop
in a deserted ugly winding street.
I take off my gloves and hold your hand,
so cold, so loveless, so helpless.
Rub your elegant fingers,
blow so softly my hot breath
upon their frigid purple tips,
that they might catch the warmth
that I feel in my heart for you.
As sleet and rain devour the earth,
I look into your face
notice your quicksilver smile,
the twinkle in your greenish eye,
the misty flare from chiseled nostrils.
Slowly we retreat into the shop's recess
hug each other in tender bliss,
your cold slightly parted lips
meet mine in a lingering kiss,
we feel love's warmth
enfolding our souls and holding fast
we know we will not tempt fate
that up to now
had kept us cruelly apart.
On an evening made for two
Far above the borders,
north of anything I’ve seen
Nervous apprehension,
up to now was just a dream
Falling as I see her
more in love than yesterday
Gazing on her smile,
takes my every breath away
A wished forever meeting,
sunset shimmers lace the skies
Standing now before her,
staring deep her dark brown eyes
Mesmerizing beauty
twilight whispers float the air
Enchanted by the vision
that my heart has come to share
When at last I kiss her,
moonlight glows the skies above
Stardust sparkles glisten,
down on this amazing love
Savoring these moments
on an evening made for two
Knowing that at long last
all my dreams have now come true
The chain of death,
Is growing, link by link, with each passing moment
As the souls of the departed in Turkey and Syria
Rush upwards to the heavens
In search of peace and tranquility
After the abominable experience
Of being buried alive for days
Under the rubble of hypocrisy, and indifference
Of those who constructed unfit housing, just for profit,
But
At the same time, the souls exalt all rescuers who came to help,
From so many countries,
Risking, on many occasions, their own lives to save the victims of
The 7.8 earthquakes on the Richter scale,
Proving that it is not only Love that unites the peoples
Of the world, but also, uttermost pain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 February 2023
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The powerful earthquakes of 7.8 on the Richter scale that shook Turkey and Syria on Monday have caused the death of more than 22,000 people up to now. There is fear that the number of victims will double or even triple when the final count takes place. Let us pray, and do whatever we can to help those left behind: The injured, the homeless, and the hungry. Blessings.
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THANKSGIVING ON FOREIGN SOIL thanks
It was November of nineteen seventy
At an orphanage in Vietnam
A group of weary soldiers
Served a dinner so sublime
The orphans were excited
This was a first for them
The soldiers were delighted
Up to now, things had been grim
The smiles on the face of each child
Was a blessing to behold
They were well behaved, not wild
They never received a scold
Now forty nine years have flown by
But I will never forget
My Thanksgiving in Vietnam
It was my very best yet
thanks
30 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by Regina Riddle
She sat near a pool of brownish waters.
Perplexed by her own reflection.
The wind tender on her hair,
Tossing it eastward.
Drying her imbrued face,
From days of sobbing,
Leaving dull lines that stretched
From her pale eyes,down her haggard lion.
She never wore a smile
As brilliant as the sun.
They only burn,her.
Reawaking her tears
From their subtle base
Beneath her eyes.
She considered them,a tragic representation of her
life.
She decked her face with cowardice.
Never regretted,nor did she skedaddle from it,
The lies she once told herself.
They were now,dreams she woke up to,now and
then.
Expressionless,she sat,
On cold dead grass.
They sent chills to her bones.
Her mind hovering through the empty space,
That is her her own schema.
And the world that lies beneath her bruised nose,
Covered in blood and fear,
The stench of terror,
Quite familiar to her.
They were like marks on her back.
They stayed with you for a life time.
Misery was something she owned.
They burnt in her dark brown eyes.
You could see their talons lashing restlessly,
Drawing those who cared for a scare.
The tears that flooded her garment
Jog the memory of her own consciousness,
That she still did feel something.
Something painfully passionate.
Something,realer than her fragile image.
Those tears were reminders
Reminding her,that she,can still think.
Think of events that stole
All the life she knew,
Will ever know.
She stood at the edge of destitute,
As hard as it was,
It brought her solace.
Her hopes raise at the east,
Settling west with the sun.
She seeks no remedy,
But an audience.
An audience at least.
****DEDICATING THIS ONE TO
POETDESTROYER.SHE IS THE REASON WHY IM
HERE.ITS BEING A WHILE THOUGH...MISS IT ON
HERE***
Think globally, act locally,
The desert shall rejoice
And blossom as rose,
Man has been endowed with reason
With the power to create
So that he can add to what he's been given.
But up to now he has only been a destroyer,
Rather than being a creator
Forests keep disappearing
Population keep increasing.
Rivers dry up
Landslides occurring from the top
Glaciers are melting
Water is vanishing,
But shame on humans
They aren't improving.
Wildlife's become extinct
The climate's ruined
Everyday the land is growing poorer
And the crops are growing uglier,
Make it a green peace
Thats the point
But what to do,
We are just lost in a woo.
The poor tread lightest upon the earth
The higher our income
The geater the outcome,
The more resources we control
The more havoc we wroke.
What would the world be
Once bereft
Of wet and wildness,
Let them be left,
O'let them be left.
Long live the weeds and the wilderness,
Kindly be possessive towards the environment
After all the destructions,
When we will be left sans of (sans- Pronounced sone meaning without)
Every natural beauty
All that remains for us
Will be of no utility
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel.
A boutique, and a swinging hot spot,
What have we done to the earth?
What have we done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and did her.
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I think that i shall never see,
A billboard lovely as a tree
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all
Its a sincere request in the end from my side,
Save the Environment, save our Mother Earth!
The Jumpers Story/ poem
The Jumpers came - we don't know if they will stay.
What are the jumpers, you might say? We all know
that people that jump from high places are called
jumpers. Also anybody that jumps would be called
jumpers too.
To all of you that don't know ( Jumpers ) are a type
of Tennis shoes.. they were designed by a young
woman from Argentina and were exibit in an Art
Festival. They were designed, especially for immigrants,
that cross, or jump over into the United States.
These shoes were designed with a map, a night light, a
compass and the Mexican Emblem. They also have a secret
pocket for pills in case they got sick, like a bad head ache.
They also have another pocket to save change, for a phone
call.
In the back of the shoes they have the picture of a priest.
He is considered a Saint. His name is Toribio Romo. These
shoes were made in China. They cost $ 17.00 a pair. Here in
the U.S. they would go for $ 250.00, but only 1,000 were made.
The designer of these Tennis shoes gave them to the people
that were about to cross over to the United States, so they
wouldn't get lost. All this happened in Tijuana Mexico.
There is a Legend, so people say. Back in the early 1970's, people
started reporting that, whenever they got sick, lost, or pass out
from hunger - a prist would appear out of no where and help them
out. The people said that the priest fed, or nursed them if they
were sick.
After they ate, or got better, he would direct them to where they
were going. He would even tell them how to get a job, when they got
to their destination, than he would just dissapeared. All this up to now
has been happening on and off.
It has been known that people would pay up to $ 500.00 for these shoes.
They were designed with a good intention, to save lives. Maybe they
would save the life of a person once, but too many times - I don't
think so....
Note: This is a true story. I got to see these shoes.
They showed all the details. These shoes are called
( Brincos ) and that in English means ( Jumpers )
Oh noo' It has happened again.! I thought we had escaped the continual scene:
forever falling down, and ya know what people actually celebrate it..?
and we'd thought we were safe here) a place where you had sympathetic support,
ITS NO GOOD..! that's what it isn't..' at last here was a chance at last to get time to
create our own poems, after being famous for all this time..' and we never had the chance
of creating our own stuff..' at least when we were killed off out there it was only by the
cretins..! now it has happened here, its a spiritual thing, sob.' boo-hoo, I saw the
shadow though..! it was a pale one..and we felt a vindictive force, and then our whole
new world shattered.' I wonder how would some like it? you have been being pushed about since
1643, whoever did it must be a cold hearted and lonely person..' I remember reading
reading some lines somewhere about just such a writer, hmm..' and now I'm a ghost and its
all down to someone..! Dumpty...that is who I am now..And down in the dumps BUT I AM MAD
MAD MAD and determined..! I can get revenge, I shall snoop in on any soup mail & nasty remarks
and so on; I can do that because I am a ghost now..! we had such a hard life early on at
the abbey farm there was ole aunt Patricia she was strict always minding our p's & q's
for us always saying we didn't do enough, then after Dad left us 'I was hard' but I never wanted
to be lost and nasty like she was, oh she was a stickler for 'rules' pashaaaw...! never
changed her life though did they...? hmmm, what to do next.? I don't know though if I
really should go down that road, it would be a contradiction of all I have tried to live, by
even through that nasty war, right up to now I suppose..' look! if I became like that I would
probably be going around with a horrible hot anger inside me, it would be like a big heavy
stone where my heart should be..! Oh you know what I mean.! and what would I do next.?
after I track them down.. after, I DESTROY THEM UTTERLY))) what then old egg? I
don't know what to do I feel as if I am being 'almost coerced ' here.. and I've heard
about the other place..' its hot they say, with a big black iron round thing..' I don't think
I would like it there, Oh if only Humpty and Dumpty could be here together again..'
Pests are literally destructive to nature and human survival. More than ten thousand species have survived various catastrophes for more than a thousand years. Dinosaurs may have lived and ruled for a long time, but died from scorching meteors. And yet, cockroaches belonging to the kingdom of pests are still strong and dominating up to now. You can observe that from the wings itself speaks invincibilty. Cockroaches are just one of the land based-pests that can be found everywhere.
Water predators are of different types. Skinny as they are, but agile and electrifying. Scaly as they are, but feasting on human flesh and bones.
Who would ever think that future wars can only emanate from human wars or wars of the world? Rather from the silent creatures around and within the habitat of man.
Land and water predators versus human supremacy over all other entities.
Okay ya gotta think happy
It's the only way to fly
Sad stuff isn't welcome here
Giggles are in big supply
Only smiles and happy faces
Are welcome to cross the threshold
Happy talk is all that's spoken
Benefits are a hundred fold
You're not dreaming I promise
It's a happy state of mind
You'll never ever want to leave again
A resident for the rest of your time
Wonder why you didn't visit sooner
Wasted years on the other side
With life up to now, don't need to worry
You've sure got nothing to hide
We welcome you into this club of ours
We think you'll really fit in
Honoured and thankful we trust you'll be
Just wear a dirty big grin
© Jack Ellison 2015
Kia pet has painted skin
shiny as a pearl.
And I give her this name too.
She is “Silver Girl.”
She is not the prettiest
or the fastest pet.
But at least with my sweet girl,
I don’t have to fret. . .
Up to now a trusty friend
although I’ve been told
that she might become a mess
once she gets too old.
So I try to treat her well.
Kia looks good clean,
and I wash the dirt off her
to enjoy her sheen.
And I’ve put cute covers where
her front riders sit.
Each one has pink butterflies
decorating it!
I‘d sure love to dress her up;
make her stand out more,
but I‘m still five years in debt
thanks to that “pet” store!
*Kia Pet is now about half a year old
and gets much better gas mileage than
my old but wonderful Mustang!
This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough
Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough.
They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t know their own strength
To keep them under control took me to mental and physical lengths
There were eight young men in my group this Olympic day
I was the only volunteer willing to work with them when the games got under way.
Keeping them together and where they were supposed to go
Required lots of cunning and running by this guy they called Coach Joe.
They worked me ragged and kept me at my wit’s end
But within the first hour we were all best of friends.
They liked to hug me and squeeze me and wrestle me to the ground
Always slugging me and hitting me every time I turned around
They were strong as an ox and didn’t know how easily they could hurt
I got bumps and bruises, one busted lip and was all covered in dirt.
As the medal ceremony began indicating the games were coming to an end
I was exhausted and spent and ready for my body to go home and mend
My Olympians got medals that made them all so happy and proud
They loved hearing the spectators cheering so wondrous and loud.
As I watched from the bench they gathered in a huddle
What were they up to now? I was a little befuddled
Then one by one they took their medals off and walked my way,
Placing them over my head; “Thank You, Coach Joe”, is what they would say.
Their parents and guardians had tears in their eyes
I’ve never been more touched by a simple surprise
Then we all held hands and the Olympic Song we did sing
For me, in my life, this was the sweetest of things.
CHOREOGRAPHY of LIFE and DEATH
(Four times I have crossed swords with death up to now!)
The cheerful trumpet of
Miraculous life,
Imperatively sounded in
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune
Another animation:
MINE!
And as my innocent
Infantile heart, provoked by
The challenging divine call,
Started beating tenderly in
The rhythm of the never-dying cosmos
Thus making me
ALIVE!
The promising sound was
Still ringing in my delicate
Ears
Singing the marvelously hopeful song of life,
When the sound of a second trumpet, similar to the first,
Filled with its melancholic tune my tiny world,
Announcing the coming of calamitous death
Thus
Condemning me to die.
LIFE and DEATH beside me they stood,
Facing each other,
Tenderly, holding my hands
And claiming me as their child.
Life was the first to whisper into my ears,
Promises so many.
She talked to me about joy, happiness, love and
Procreation,
About thousands of other things that
She would like to offer.
Only a favor she asked in return;
To be hers and only hers forever!
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When death heard all this, didn’t make any sound,
Only sardonically smiled at life first,
And then to me emphatically declared:
“The cup of joy you can never drink before you empty
that of sorrow, and no matter what life says to you, in the end,
you will be my very own.”
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That’s the way my trip in this ephemeral world began,
With vigorous life, leading and tracing the promising way,
And death kept following her, just a few steps behind
Patiently, was waiting to catch up with her pace,
But,
As years, were passing fast one after the other,
Death was approaching rapidly each, and every day.
So the fight they had begun so many years ago,
Relentless war now becomes, with life still the
Winner.
Yet, the ill-fated date, unexpectedly, came to my great surprise,
When the cold hands of death I felt around my skeleton waist,
Squeezing the life out of me with all their force and main.
Eager to extinguish in me wished, the very last spark of life,
And as the shrilling wind of death was howling throughout
My body, I fell at once breathless, dead and
Still over the ground remained!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
2 February 2013