Best Viii Poems

You, my friend, 
are not a king or a prince 
neither are you a nobleman  
of 
a higher or lower rank, 
you are just another poor man like me:
a citizen of perpetual want
 
yet

you carry within your heart a kingdom, 
a kingdom, you very well could inherit 
with God's grace
If
only Lord's divine Word you...

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If you are reading "the Adventures of Soda Pop" for the first time, read the first in the series and the story will make more sense. I hope you enjoy.

Ricky ran up the stairs to go to his room to prepare for the days fun. He put on his favorite pair of jeans and a...

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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...

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What I might ignore,
What I assume I ignore,
What I doubt that I ignore, and
What I know that I ignore,

As well as

What I might know,
What I assume I know,
What I doubt that I know, and
What I know, that I know,


All the above
It is of no value to anyone else but me

For

Truth is an independent entity, known...

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Unless 

A man succeeds in banishing all fears from his heart

Impossible would be for him true happiness to enjoy!









©  Demetrios Trifiatis
       11 May 2021...

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Inspiration is the roaming of the poet's soul onto divinity's planes of beauty!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
     16 August 2022...

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King Henry VIII and His Wives 

By Elton Camp

When Henry’s brother was too young to care
He was made to wed a princess from over there
But you must do just what we say little fella,
Catherine's the child of Ferdinand and Isabella

Catherine had not been Queen for very long
When things with her mate went badly wrong
Medicine was...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That barely I perceived being so small.

And I turned my face to the full sense star:
I told: “What does this mean?...

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I found my life path
Leading straight to your heart.
You left me gaping without any clue.
I've never seen one so true!
Your love is poisonous as it is healing;
I can only hear the moon sing
In a world where only us exist;
Your charms I find hard to resist....

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Twilight has come casting a beautiful flicker upon my silver knife
who has taste the women who gave a price and in the end their life

Some were quick because I tend to bore and some took days upon my board
as my mind remembers and bask back in time of the wonderful gore

The steps I climb to...

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I don't want to start with those cliché things but please believe me when I say I don't know what love is, I'm just trying to get my own opinion through. Credit Love. Funny enough I think love is like a business, you sell your heart to your partner whilst he or she pays you...

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You can't tell me that you didn't see this coming.

Dear Miss Monkey Manners, can you spare a minute? 
I know that you help apes in trouble and I am knee deep in it. 
I have a girl I’ll call Mary Beth, she’s the banana of my eye, 
But I found out that she’s been seen...

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it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun

but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one

such are the worlds
of rhyme but no reason
that question the answers
we thought we once had

and such are the worlds
where nonsense is standard
so all the sane people 
are...

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ARTIST’S CHOICE –
JOURNAL VIII

This old woman –
It’s always a woman
–
Looking out a window
Why not a man?
No      he’s on the
front porch smoking
his pipe

This ancient     
deep in thought
Looking out a
summery window
Is it always summer?
Yes      winter
would be so stark

It’s Whistler’s
Mother    ...

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SHE'S WET - VIII

At times I wonder why I miss her
and the times I use to kiss her
her dentures were always set
but her pants were always wet
I must admit she was a pisser


John G. Lawless
3/30/2015...

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