A child is born,
Hope's flickering flame revives
Humanity rejoices
Good and Evil claim their share!
Demetrios Trifiatis
07 October 2026
See how she dreamed...
See how she smiled...
The man in the moon beamed
She is a night child
With stars in her eyes
Moonlight in her hair,
A neon glow that never dies
In her heart is always there
Was not born to midnight
She came to it one day,
Something there just felt right
And the dark stole her away...
If but nights, which fateful day
A dream wanderer, longs for
To melt as to meet
Hot fleshed, with its twin
Or yet birthed, and named yet
Holds tight to God's hem
One, of whose concept
Alone does swoon in!
An epiphany, a miracle! I have seen the light,
while fluidly, fluently focused on the night.
I am one with the universe, at last I'm free!
I flow through it, as it flows through me.
And what emerged from this darkness, this blight,
was a perception, a reflection, an acceptance...
an acceptance of my blessed inner light.
I am weightless, suspended, with astral sight.
Oh spectacular, speckled night, forged by dying might,
the inner peace I sought my whole life, is no respite.
Compassion, walking hand in hand, with patience, tolerance,
entwined with sympathy, empathy, and what I know to be right.
Why did I only just find, these lost keys to my mind?
Now, look at what I have unlocked, it's gold, refined.
But why, oh why, did it wait till I was much clearer,
but so very much nearer, to the end of the line?
Being born
By passion and blood
By the written word
And such
You must be born to die
And in order to die
You must be born
With the word or blood
Erased we can
With the tip of a stick
Rubber will erase and place
In the murky waters
Site not to be clearly seen
At last blood is alive
When passion is the creator
And growth not need to be
To die
Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. ??
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ??
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. ??
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. ??
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.
— Heart Hacker ??
The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
New Born
By Frank Daub
Putting up the wash – Again
one wooden clothes pin gripped
tightly
in her lips. On toe-tips; blonde hair wind-whipped
dangling in her eyes.
The sun an apricot surprise
on the back of her legs.
All busy hanging clothes
and
Watching in the yard to see the baby lulling in the doze
Of May.
My perennial loving Guard.
Everyone was born once
But not everyone absorbs the
Weight of their name.
And not even rise to carry it with truth.
British-born Kenyan
adventureress globe-trotter
one of the first bush pilots
aviatrix authoress game-spotter
a woman before her time
through and through
who had simultaneous affairs
with Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester
(son of George V)
his older brother Edward, Prince of Wales
(later Edward VIII)
and Denys Finch Hatton too
the Kenya Derby a six-time winner
as an unrivaled thoroughbred racehorse trainer
whom my Dad at EAR&H well knew
as whenever she was able
it was he she would speak to
regarding rail transport of her stable
in 1936 she was the first female
to fly against the wind
let's set the record straight
to get it right
the Atlantic Ocean non-stop solo
from east to west with the night
Born into a family created by relatives.
Some folks come with the blood; others
Come with the character.
Family is the name they respect you for
You can walk,
Before you can speak, before you know
What love feels like or what void can do.
Kinfolks...
They're the ones life introduces at a leisurely pace.
Through the hard days, the quiet nights,
The moment you didn't think you'd make it
Through.
Family is the starting line; lineage is the ones
Who show you.
Who Stays
Who lend an ear
Who lifts,
Who love without feeling the necessity, A reason.
Blood can place you in a house, but residence
Builds you a home; names can tie you to a tree,
But demeanor ties you to an individual
Born into family, formed into relatives and
Somewhere between the two, you acquire the
Truth:
The people who choose you are the ones
Who keep you unharmed.
I rose when mountains were still young,
when dawn had yet to find its tongue;
the world was quiet, shadows sprung~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
I felt the first storm carve the sky,
heard gods in thunder passing by;
their murmurs stitched into my cry~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
Your mortal heart beats soft and brief,
yet stirs my roots with joy and grief;
I cradle both like ancient leaf~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
So rest beneath my ageless frame;
your fleeting life and my endless flame;
we meet, and nothing stays the same~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
No broken fences will be mended
To their own gardens have tended
Look how America has descended
By all the devils it has befriended
Above all laws have transcended
Fix elections and term is extended
Time their swindle was contended
And media who has commended
X really marks the spot is trended
This is exactly what they intended
Don’t care who they have offended
Sh*te will be alright they pretended
As slop up to the top has ascended
AI lie will make everything splendid
But the world gets totally upended
I think we've finally comprehended
Racism religion & fascism blended
Old school rules are simply bended
A f*ck fest that cannot be defended
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
If the world is a poem,
then each line contains a sky,
and each stanza is a breath
that refuses to be final.
We are the echo and the echoer,
the question and the quiet answer,
a constellation of colors
born of a single seed of light.
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