The harsh pains of terrible toothache
No human nor humanoid can fake.
The "oh!" are real, the "Ah!" and "Jeesus!,"
Caries of the Bad Tooth for scissors!
Sufferer's cheeks feel the agony;
Puffed up in pursuit of harmony:
So also the eyes above: quite scared,
For the bad much the teeth have been dared.
Sympathizers say "Avoid sugar."
I, Hindhu, who can't shun our Yoga."
Now, cries seller of its drug "No...No,
Extraction quite wrong: more shall go!"
Men by no means licensed Dentists:
Are they handing out truths or their twists?
One thing is sure: Dentists don't like them
And long had learnt to call one problem
"If you're ready for quick extraction
The Dental service, no distraction."
Some oddly dully think
About their teeth that stink,
When they should’ve sounded some bell
About all not being well.
Some away choose to walk ,
When it has become the talk
And Dental Caries for chalk…
Tactless teachers of it stalk!
Folks who know a face that scowls
And far-off pain that howls;
Of winds in the forest
That understand no rest
And widows who often grieve
Wanting to finally leave…
Care for teeth not by blows,
For A Youth’s orders blood flows.
Amber moon over endless seas
warm breezes caressing
Green sweet grass nodding into the brisk air
gulls nest, fires dot the beach
figures rushing hand in hand
Along the reach
the amber moon on the horizon
warm breeze crest the waves
Like liquid night amber awash
The breeze comes to all
Amber moonlight
Caries away all innocence
Man caries within himself the truth of the Cosmos yet he looks outwards it to find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 May 2018
DREAM
oft times I dream,
about now it seems,
such sweetness it
gives me cavities
but I am safe for I know
there is little on this earth
so sweet wth the exception
of candy; my weakness,
my down fall here.
pepperment patties, gum drops
apple blossoms, jujubes
liquorice whips, french creams
and Laura Secord’s everything.
when I go to heaven it will be
a candy shop
where every thing is free and
there is no such thing
as tummy ages or caries
or sharing with the youngers
each will have their own
open twenty four hours a day
and the more we eat the more
God will smile.
Nations and nationalities, you are not chocolate,
you are the sweetest Jam cooked from bitter labour!
You are the original egg, the supreme cause of war and peace!
You are the homeland of the rising sun and moon.
You are the cameras recording
from all angles the smashed egg. You know everything,
but have no one to add it all up,
so I'm glad that you're both there and not there,
I see you and I don't see you.
Nations and nationalities,
self-love is the caries of the soul.
What enterprise of violent death
wants to remain unpunished?
Nations, have you inquired of each other's health?
Have you dreamt of a homeland
where the sun and moon do not rise,
a homeland without the vain pride of the envious,
a homeland without sexual gymnastics,
a homeland without boxing money,
have you dreamt of the homeland as a full glass
of love with no jealousy?!
Long live the full glass of love without jealousy!
There is relativity theory
String theory
Quantum mechanics theory
Sub quantum kinetics theory
Energy rods pulsate in their states
Kaleidoscope of thousand such states
Caries the power to control very fates
There is great power behind those gates
There are many theories that try to verse
One true path of universe
The one that with God would allow us to converse
Which if any is right is a question in that many their souls would immerse
But all we truly know
Is there are many things we don’t know
Our knowledge does grow
But we don’t realize what we do know
It is just a droplet in a sea
But if theory of everything we could see
What would be?
Its majesty
But would the world be boring after we know
Because there be nothing else to know
And importance of things would be last year’s snow
Or would everything be more beautiful because we know
But this would not just be feast fit for a king
This would be higher than angel in heaven would sing
This would be something that dream to life would bring
If we knew theory of everything
Great bald eagle flies towards endless horizon
Above the mountains sun has risen
Below runs horde of bison
The colors whether spring or fall spirit can brighten
Atlas on his shoulders has weight of the world
His muscles are burled
His soul impaired
He is one step away from the underworld
But the one who caries world’s weight
Will be first through heavenly gate
He will not be victim of his fate
Like the eagle he will soar, brilliant strong and great
Beyond increased continuity
Beyond discontinuity
There lies key
That is above whims of destiny
When sky is about to fall
The one who holds it will go to winnowing hall
Because to free the soul
He will step outside of his very soul
On Saint John’s night
Full moon shines on with its eerie light
The ancient nymphs dance with delight
The flower of fern small and unassuming will sprite
Yet something is in the flower above which nymphs take flight
Some kind of mysterious deep light
Something that if in one’s hand it is one can’t help to gaze up at stars into the night
The flower caries second sight
The senses it will excite
But one can’t sleep until dawns light
That is the only way divination to macrocosm will bring the inner sight
The all Seeing Eye macrocosmic future ghostwrite
The destiny is pushed further and so is birthright
Switching with macrocosm all levels are beyond infinite in their fight
All nonlinearly beyond expanse at the base as imbued macrocosm shines bright
The beyond destiny will always be beyond as in imbued macrocosm future will dendrite
The harvest moon shines with its almost orange glow
In the gardens sun flowers grow
The clouds barely visible in moonlight move slow
The parching heat of the sun is replaced by cool airflow
The sunflower move its head down and goes to sleep
Is it counting sheep?
Or is it dreaming on being on ocean ship
Is it dreaming that it had legs and go on a trip
Next dawn
Sunflower awakes as if with a yawn
Sun has parched everything it shined upon
But fiery looking crown of sunflower caries on
Sunflowers head looks up and upon sun gazes
The partnership of sunflower and sun amazes
The crown of leaves surround the disk like many auras
Towards the sun sunflower builds spiritual bridges
Sunflower is tall
It towers above other flowers surpassing them all
Its center if it was an eye it could see towards horizon piercing its very soul
It could see limit of destiny brake and to abyss fall to free the soul
I traveled and see
The mount of glory
Where animal and person
Live as friends
The mountain of peace
Caries two peaks
Home of wonders
Guests be keen on
Mawenzi is the smaller
Kibo is the taller
They all have snow
Melts to life juice
The mountain is splendor
Tanzania must celebrate
sheltered colonizers and travelers
Kilimanjaro is the mount
Where lord was worshiped
A mount of glory where glory lives
Dare not missing once in being
People come people go
They dare again going
They felt the beauty
More and they live
Our friends and neighbors
Live in mount’s gossip
That we play and teasing
Though lucky than them
Still illiterate and stupid
Of all the years!
No body had volunteered
Made policies
that attract sightseer
Only is thought
pouching and smuggling
I hate this life, full of poverty
On natural richness!
Moon’s silver blue visage deeper then ocean and as celestial cosmos vast
On the spirit it makes impression that will forever last
It’s light on laying in the pond Victoria lily it will cast
It illuminates the air particles falling like silver blue dust
White raven rarest of all
In his beak caries moons’ illustrious soul
When piece of that soul
On the Earth will fall
It is the moons’ tear
And with it beautiful blue pearl will appear
As raindrop clear
And when one will look inside moons very soul will be near
To reach it white raven will give you a special seal
That in sideways of your mind its way will feel
To the immeasurable depths of one’s will
This is the base but extended soul will make it beyond surreal
she is short
in other words she is hot
when shee caries an African pot
my body looses salt
her smile is never ending
as her love is never fading
since she never likes to see me falling
as I hold while she is vibrating
she acts shy
but me and her we are so fly
up to the limit we feel so high
but we always remember to say hi
all the people say she is mean
at least that how she is seen
even you say she is thin
but my heart she will always win
she likes to observe
although we don’t meet at a reserve
but she never gets on my nerve
since we will meet at a cave
she is polite
as everything she does it right
she likes not to answer my call at night
we don’t even have a fight
Your gun was as a beam of light
in the house; it split the haze
of smoke and childhood,
scored the jaw of the ceiling
into its rows of endless caries
festered with the slightest grains of sugary hope
The dogs bawled a chorus
while you waved it like Hollreiser.
I croaked cockatoo quips against
the yodeling air turbid with
instinct and begging, but the storm
slid outside beneath the gapped door.
When you left, I sat in place of
the dogs and howled against
the smoke and night and moon,
not being able to forget the song
until buckling with sleep to clutch
the cool post like some sacred piece
of presbyterial iron