Best Vi Poems
Among,
The towering mountains
Of
menacing fanaticism
And
In the midst of the shadows
Of
Constant fear
Agonizing humanity,
Desperately,
Is crawling in search of
The
Trail of understanding,
Praying:
That it would lead her
Onto
The valley of God-loving peace
Where
The people of the world,
Respecting the beliefs of others,
In harmony, would live,
Glorifying God’s wisdom that has saved them
From falling
Into
The ravines of voracious hate
Where Man's annihilation
Impatiently awaits!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 JANUARY 2015
Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze,
Sonnet number VI of XII
Barefoot and walking white beach sands
waves meeting shore gentle splashing
Sandcastles built, kids busy hands
all about, their bright smiles flashing
Beauty of Life, this glowing scene
peaceful calm enters eager soul
Seeking more, those rambunctious teens
yet unaware of world's great toll
Feeling cool winds, deep need to pray
for this dear happiness will flee
Ask God's love, be blessed to stay
with full faith in the trinity
Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019
original June 15th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)
Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...
As requested here is another episode. If this is your first time reading, check out the first one it will make more sense. Let me know if you would like me to continue. Those who are following the tale, thanks!
When I awoke Ricky was fast asleep, being a pop bottle I have no way of keeping my eyes closed. Mind you I'm not complaining, I got to see the most amazing sunrise. I so wanted Ricky to enjoy it as well so I refracted the light and shone it on his eyes. I could tell he was a bit irritated but it had the desired effect, he got out of bed so he could move me. As he walked over to the window I could feel the irritation turn to wonder as he saw the beauty of the sunrise. From that day forward he became a morning person.
Ricky stood there for a while with me held dangling by his side. I no longer needed my glass, I could see clearly through his blue eyes. It was a very nice street and Ricky particularly liked the house across the street. The house had bright white siding and a manicured lawn. There were also planters with all kinds of pretty flowers. The house was owned by an older couple and they didn't have any children. It seemed a rather big house for only two people.
Soon Roy and Teresa were also awake and they all fought to use the one and only bathroom. Mom and Dadio had already left for work, Dadio to cut hair and Mom as a waitress at the Coffee Cup. Their baby sitter's name was Mrs. Burns an older lady that seemed very fond of floral print dresses. She had made her way up the stairs because the kids didn't seem to hear her call them for breakfast. They all ran past her to the dining room table and waited for her to slowly make her way back down the stairs. She may not have been fleet of foot but boy what a great breakfast. Bacon eggs and saugage as well as orange juice. Ricky tried to pour the orange juice into me but got almost as much on the table. Still it was quite a treat for me to enjoy, after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Author's Note: Recite the following using the rhythm and melody of "Home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope play." The first verse can be used as the refrain:
His income tax structure is strange
Donald will the needy shortchange
The overly rich
Claim their life is a b-i-t-c-h
For them he’ll find bucks on the range
A clear planet earth never smokes
But Trump’s cohorts grim are the Kochs
Where fossils remain
They'll tear into the plain
Fracking rigs are their dirty jokes
There's fat upon Miss USA
The Donald says queen you shall pay!
"For my regal job"
She did painfully sob
"Is rehab a roll in the hay?"
Like buffalo once were so vast
Our middle class was unsurpassed
Now they are the prey
While republicans play
And deny the climate forecast
Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story (Continued)
for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun
Check out: www.stateless.mysite.com/Pantouns-20-Aout-2017.pdf
(The pantun line varies between 8 and 12 syllables and is most commonly found in the anonymous quatrain form. Cf " Poietics of the Pantun ", pp. 49-67 in T. Wignesan. Sporadic Striving amid Echoed Voices, Mirrored Images and Stereotypic Posturing in Malaysian-Singaporean Literatures. Allahabad : Cyberwit, 2008, xix-244p.)
IV
During the intervals of the play the actors
Spy on older folk queueing outside the lone loo
The Wench in the hall twists and turns on spectators
Not so the Youngster his pen stiff in the igloo
V
Middle-aged couples in the audience flick through
The programme not reading even the title page
Long years since they thumbed dog-ear-ed novels stuck in glue
Not so the Youngster who jumps high from page to page
VI
Old Men trundle back to their seats trailing wet patches
Not regretting over-coat flirts with hat-check Wench
Old people read novels in bed but in snatches
Not so the Youngster who throws into works his wrench
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 10, 2018
Her last name was Agra, I saw on the bar
My nerves told me, I wouldn’t get very far
But then I did spy
Her first name was Vi
I worried no more as we walked to my car
A name like Vi Agra can make a guy think
Or run like Niagara gone over the brink
But one thing’s for sure
She won’t be a bore
Le’s hope it’s not over before I can blink!
S - Stunning
P - Proverbial
R - Regalia
I - Instigating
N - Nature's
G - Glory!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 March 2019
The sun set-moon rose
Stars decorated the sky
Divine lullaby!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 May 2018
Friend
Funny stories
Great personality
A hilarious memory
Her name was Vi, and she was the best fun!
Alzheimer’s took her brain over.
Dreaded disease for her.
Changed everything
Neighbor
Christmas is here my friends, rejoice!
Let us be inspired by the coming of
Little Jesus
And
Let us incarnate the spirit of His love
By:
Feeding the poor
Sheltering the homeless
Helping the needy
Encouraging the despaired
Caring the sick
Consoling the grieving
Attending the invalid
Protecting the orphans
Assisting the elderly
And
Loving our neighbor the way our Lord, in
His infinite wisdom has taught us to
For
The glorification of the heavens
And
The good of suffering humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 December 2021
Books are our friends hey!
Don’t throw them away;
Keeping ourselves array
So that we be at assay
With books positively lay
For scrutiny at a ballet.
They – best pals – do say:
Read lavishly and do play,
Or in bright sunshine splay.
All healthy tips; no betray,
No deceiving, no astray.
Hence be ready to little pay
And be free as that jay
And soar up in the airway
Knowledge and wisdom to flay.
For thousands of days he had seen the sun risen for him
Bringing joy, happiness and even bliss on his way
But
He - not even for once - had expressed his gratitude
For
All these gifts and for the privilege of being alive
And now
That he realises his life to its end comes
In
Desperation begs for one more day
So as
Amendments to make!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2019
My soul, a ripe fruit resembles
Ready to fall from the tree of life
Onto the ground of eternity
Ending thus my existence strife!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 August 2022
The shadows of doubt were following me since my life’s dawn,
Overcasting my thoughts so as not to find the place where I belong.
But You, my Lord, have shown me Your everlasting heavenly way:
Unconditionally, to love every being of your creation to this day.
For that, my heart, incessantly, Your glory would gratefully sing
Continuously working for the desired peace on this planet to bring!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 October 2022
Cosmos' glow
Night's might
Lover's ecstasy
Heart's delight !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 November 2018