Inez is hostile that she has to dress up for a prissy afternoon tea.
They braided hair and stuffed her into a gown designed by Lady Dee.
The gown is scratchy, lacy, stiff, fluffy, annoyingly so actually.
Fuming that she has to put up with this craziness, she begs to be free.
You are lucky to have such a gorgeous dress says her server girl.
Louise has an idea and shows her how the dress can swirl.
If you will trade places, I will be ever grateful forever she says.
The server girl is now dressed like the puffed up Miss Princess Inez.
The thing about Mary that was extraordinary
Was her parents on her pulled a fast one.
They gave her a first name, multiplied it by two,
But neglected a middle and last one.
And so Mary Mary was deemed quite contrary,
But, oh, what a green thumb had she.
Though she didn't grow okra,
Tomatoes, or peas,
Or cucumbers, parsnips,
Or beets, if you please,
Her strange garden plot
Was as full as could be.
She diligently toiled
With spade, rake, and hoe
Planting silver bells, cockleshells,
And pretty maids in a row.
All the townsfolk agreed
Mary's skills were incredible,
But it was a community garden,
And they would have preferred she
Grow something more edible.
you pulled a fast one
never seen it coming though
taken by surprise
Better slow down.
Better still, just sit and hush.
On the road to kingdom come
It doesn't pay to rush.
As you race through those canyons
Of concrete and steel,
Don't fall for a fast one
And slip beneath the wheel.
Slow it down.
Slow it down and take your time.
Count down to one from ninety-nine.
Then just count on down,
And count on down,
And count on down again.
What's your hurry?
You must come to realize
Your tour guide is a charlatan,
A celebrity of lies.
With his Hollywood savvy
He offers a deal;
Mere yellow brick gold dust.
Don't slip beneath the wheel.
Lay it down.
Lay it down and dream awhile.
Just let your lover see you smile.
Then go lay it down,
And lay it down,
And lay it down again.
Better slow down.
Better yet, just stop and think
Will your faith in love endure
Your ego’s weakest link?
It’s a hard life that tests us,
A rugged ordeal.
Take care you don't stumble
And slip beneath the wheel.
Everyone loves the piece
But the piece's mouth's
Worth no kiss.
Ain't that the trick of the pen?
Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic.
The other side does not know
It is not raining over here.
A fast one nature pulls on us
Sometimes out there.
Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic.
Dark is safe
When two pliest
The day may not save
When one defiest.
Even when shadow falters behind.
Ain't that the trick of the mind?
Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic.
Lost in low, a wandering soul
Till the moving wheel
splash the flow
Why do the heels feel so low
Only when the odd changes role?
Ain't that the freak of the roll?
Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic.
We felt sorry for him; he was out of work and related.
So we gave him a job. It was our pleasure.
Then he took advantage of us.
We allowed it because he is young. We felt sorry for him.
We overlooked it and forgave him. It was a small mistake.
Cost us a bit of money, but it is only money, right?
He pulled a fast one; it was a big mistake this time. We could have put him in jail.
But that would have caused a lot of hard feelings.
We were sad that he would take advantage of our generosity a second time.
I suggested we let him go to jail; my husband would not.
He said it would cause too many hard feelings between me and my kin.
Yes, he was on my side of the family.
He is on his third marriage. He has never held a job. Hs wives support him.
This one has quite a bit of money and owns her house outright.
He has become a happy freeloader. Sadly, we still feel sorry for him.
Fear
I saw following me, like my shadow,
the other day.
No matter,
how fast I walked or towards what
direction
still, before me, fear I found.
As the hours
were passing fast, one after the other,
fear
taller grew
more menacing and
more terrifying.
Knowing
not what to do
my face, in desperation, towards
the sun I turned, praying,
to see Lord's divine light.
It was then that I felt
Lord's light descending upon me,
setting hope in my heart ablaze,
thus
making threatening fear, once and for all,
to go away!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2020
Your poems have
nice images.
I can't use them.
They don't drive trucks,
weld, or pour cement.
I can't wear them
like boots in the snow.
They won't keep my head
dry in the rain.
I like your images
but
don't try to pull a
fast one.
A slight of pen
quicker than the eye.
A twist of tongue
dredged from dead scrolls.
Your images are good
but I'm tired.
If they were on TV
I'd turn the channel.
I don't think of your
poems during the World Series.
You will become famous,
appointed to a marble history,
far removed from the slamming
screen doors,
the runny noses of crying
babies.
Elitist pedagogues
will force feed the young
on you.
America will hate you
to your effete marrow,
and Exxon won't sponsor
you.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Fear
was following me, like my shadow,
the other day
no matter
how fast I walked and towards what
direction
still before me, fear I saw
as the hours
were passing fast , one after the other,
fear:
taller grew
more menacing
and
more terrifying
knowing
not what to do
my face, in desperation, towards
the sun I turned
praying
to see Lord's divine light
it was then that I realized
fear's shadow had gone-
nowhere before me- was it to be
found!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 APRIL 2020
I feel fire's forces from afar,
and burn to grasp the answers
to this tamed self, taught at last,
by searing flames unfastened.
Freed from fast, one day we'll feel
sacred touch all burnt hearts heal,
and all the straws at which we grasped
be long forgotten, deeply buried.
Life's sad times exposed, yet brief,
mind's memories of pain and grief,
will hang a final fireworks display
to linger faint glitter blown away
within the aura of the Milky Way.
One instant of life's dismay dismissed
as one second in all eternity's bliss-
A shooting star's delicate trail burnt unseen
in future's eternal, glorious being.
13/10/2017
Irma Pulled a Fast One
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 6:07AM
Irma pulled a fast one
Just before I closed my eyes
Took a right turn to the East
To sooner see the sun arise
Was supposed to go to Tampa
Get a cigar there to chew
Now she's wrecking Jacksonville
Her new direction's nothing new
Was not supposed to go there
Was to head for Alabam
Once again surprised predictors
Jacksonville now gets the slam
Passed Daytona Beach's race track
A responders' prepping pad
On the way out of the state
Had to see just what they had
Her blurry eye was very close
Winds blew and rains came down
She made their jobs more daunting
As she headed out of town
In Jacksonville a record surge.
In the Saint John's river way
Irma was not done with us
That's her record for today
Has affected all of Florida
Six million without power
Trees knocking down transmission lines
A new record every hour
She's still exceeding records
Wind speed. over time was set
It was a new world record
One of many she would get
She is still not through with us
On this day the towers fell
She, as nature's terrorist
Still makes our lives a living hell
"You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far." -- James Baskett
Marathon Man
There goes Mr. Marathon Man again
He's the world's fastest man now
He finishes races when most only begin
So fast one can't fathom how
He passes us running every day
But to get so fast he had to pay
Mr. Marathon Man's life is unenviable
With his inner-turmoil crippling his will
Experiencing pain that is incomprehensible
His demons crept in for the kill
Rather than face them and put up a fight
Mr. Marathon Man turned and took flight
He started to run to rid his pain
He thought he could out run anything
He continued to run to clear his brain
He wanted to escape all life could bring
Each day he grew faster than the last
Always hoping to put his problems in the past
And so he pursued his master plan
He thought it could work all too well
But it's sad to see Mr. Marathon Man
As he runs though a personal hell
For he misses life's joys by avoiding what's tough
Never realizing he can never be fast enough
PASS THE RINO
The vote for (Healthcare to replace) that "Bad Obama Care"
just can't tell, which side they're on, (smells fishy in the air)
Not sure if Healthcare (fits the bill), our President's been "had"
they pulled a fast one that's for sure, now Ryan's looking sad
They thought that they could take control, before our Prez got wise
they knew the votes would not be there, (pretend) my gosh (suprise)
The Rino saddened by defeat, his head was hanging low
but really deep inside (a smile), the sadness was for show
Obama care back "on the air", Big Business smiles and grins
a Billion Dollars (share the wealth), and Trump's left without skins
Ryan back to same old game, can't tell which side he's on
I'm sure he works for both of them. His talents? He's a con
Got to make this short and sweet, and yes there's more to come
Bank Accounts in peril back home, where are? (Their dollars) from..... Pete Yuhas
Trump Guy Who Is Gross
Trump is a guy definitely gross
Not being friendly or bellicose
Or beneficial as well as helpful
Fast one on us trying to pull
His own medicine don't want a dose.
Jim Horn
Are you laughing yet?
Taken in by a fast one.
Guess I was the desperate someone.
So I went for the emotional ride.
Too bad I didn't see her bad side.
Lies covering lies to keep me fooled.
Too many times we had broken up.
Running back to me to make up.
Why did I let her play with my heart?
For she easily tore me apart.
Time after time she kept me fooled.
Not again will she hurt me.
Forever without me she will be.
Tired of these childish games.
No more stupid lovers name.
Never, no never will she leave me fooled.
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