Incapacitated Poems

The Savannah Girl

The little girl unfurls her dreams,  
Bringing forth the visions within her.  
Yet the night cloaks her dreams,  
Blurring her vision.  

Home was not a place of bliss;  
The world felt like a bleeding star,  
Gradually losing its brightness with each drop.  
Each day brought its share of struggles, lack, and deprivation.  

Her father was a peasant farmer,  
Labouring to put food on the table.  
But what becomes of the skills that prepare a child for tomorrow's demands?  
He was later incapacitated,  
Yet he held on until he was called to the beyond.  

Her mother was a petty trader,  
Doing everything she could to help.  
Shattered by her husband’s death,  
She lived in the shadows,  
Where nothing worthwhile could bloom in the meadow.  

Still, the little girl unfurls her dreams,  
Though she was taken to a strange land.  
The visions inside her found light;  
Her aspirations reached great heights.


June 30, 2025.

Traditional Fairytale

A poor little girl's gone missing,
Where's the knight to rescue her,
There he is and he's insisting,
He will find poor little Blair.

First he found a treacherous lake,
Full of sirens so alluring,
Slaying them was a piece of cake,
And the bloody screams reassuring.

After sweet song came a homely village,
Full of helpful denizens aplenty,
They'd seen no girl so the knight did pillage,
Taking all til the town was empty.

With plunder from the raided village,
Was he ready to face the dragons visage,
The third hurde to be overcome,
Was real difficult, how irksome.

The dragon was immortal but slain,
Incapacitated for a bit, killed in vain.
To the girl the knight ran,
Justifying all that he had done.

The girl turned and her face was gone,
She'd no mouth with which to sing a song,
Her limbs were thin as twigs,
Her starved body as heavy as bricks.
The fire in her eyes was gone as well,
With no strength left to quell.

She was too far gone he said,
About her they didnt have to worry,
Off and rolling went her head,
The killing was a mercy.

Perfection Or Almost

To be further complete
it is dramatically necessary
captivating essence,
present hope,
adaptive ethics,
constant criticism,
coherent strength,
superconscious love,
wise life...
without that we are
practically incapacitated
to live joyfully...!

Green Goblin

Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.

Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.

Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.

Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.

March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Robert James Liguori

Blessing of Family and Friends

I am so blessed with family and friends
And a support system of caring neighbors
Who constantly embrace me with their love,
Along with a plethora of guardian angels
Who hover over me with tender care,
Guiding my footsteps through highs and lows
I never feel alone, you see; never neglected,
Knowing that someone special is always there
Offering assistance in my times of need.

Fortunately, so far, I can care for myself,
Doing the routine sorts of things life demands
But I know I can call on so many who will come
If I should become incapacitated or need help.
Such a blessing! For I know many who worry
That someday they’ll need help, to no avail,
I encourage developing ties with friends and family
For they are sources of comfort to folks like me
Who are living in the twilight years of life. 

FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written November 12, 2022
Submitted to "Best Blessing" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh

Dear Bird Who Could Fly Without Wings

The day I had pushed away and buried
Hidden away in the depths internally, I couldn’t hide that
I wish you were for eternity
Inevitable, and unforgiving
A swollen heart unready to let go
Life had said too soon that 
Your last breath was overdue
I had watched you slip through my hands as
The ocean mourned through my eyes, death to withstand
Frailty soon to be over lament, crushed entirety 
Where am I to find you, you cease to exist entirely 
To think about the day, you hadn't had a choice to speak
Death of life, I am incapacitated by grief  
For I can not surrender

Thou Blessings, My Lord

With each breath, I take

With each heartbeat, I feel

With each thing, I see

With each sound, I hear

With each flower, I scent

With each being, I touch

With each fruit, I taste

With each step, I walk

With each moment, I live

I Thee glorify, my Lord, for all Thou blessings,

The blessings, that so many of my fellow men:

The deaf

The Mute

The blind

The chronically ill

The invalid

The incapacitated, and

The Paralyzed, 

Never had the chance to enjoy them!







©  Demetrios Trifiatis
      15 July 2022

Resumption of Daily Nightly Constitutional Lap2

Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre,
the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade
figuratively swoop down
to announce re: inspection
of apartment unit B44
whenever they deem appropriate.

Thus series of unfortunate events
(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)
got sidelined nsync with
contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer
bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),
incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.

An honest to dog confession
regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary
mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless
included perusing a gamut of reading material.

The passion to engross intellect
witnessed courtesy immersing
attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;
knowledge prized more precious
than fine spun gold.

Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)
elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)
within parameters of
microscopically crenellated
sixty plus shades of gray matter
also constitutes fervent interest.

Foreign Hitherto

Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
    Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
    Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
    Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical


    In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
    Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
    Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
    Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder


    Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
    Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
    Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
    Incapacitated poderoso


    Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
    Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied




            Ninth February 
              Hijacked by 
             Milda Audine

Bewitched

The sparks in your eyes,
the persuasion in your voice,
I’m bewitched and it’s out of control;
Kamikaze pilot right into this spell, 
becoming your submissive voodoo doll;
 
Left incapacitated by your fire
you walk me over such white hot coals;
Inhibitions melting under your wanton gaze, 
I kind of like all these pins and needles;

I don’t want to comprehend you
it may break the spell;
Every chant you’re exactly my curse;
Uncovering every unreleased craving
I Succumb;
You leave me bewitched and longing.

Matrix Purgatory

What if

Matter whether or not

You think you choose to digest the

Red Pill
Or
Blue Pill

1 and only 1 
Constant common thread 
remains in tact

Somewhere hidden flowing
deep inside the main frame

An encrypted Code does exist

Beyond the many Firewalls
protecting it

Supplementing the Matrix

That could bring it to it's knee's

And so expose the endless litany
of lie's used to subjugate the masses
into willing servitude

And we're to awaken enlightened
to so much fresh new information 
racing through your brain

You we're barely able to recollect
something as trivial as the simple
necessity of how important it is
to breathe

And that all this information your
brain is now trying to process

May possibly even kill you or turn 
your brain to mush 

And leave you in a vegetative
incapacitated state

Like you we're initially before

Only difference is that this may
be a far bitter pill to swallow

Being it's a toxic deadly mix of
1 part Red and other half Blue

And the side effects leave you in
a permanent comatose state 
of mind

To suffer the consequences of
whilst in purgatory

Silent Scream Nightmare

Experiencing the dreaded silent scream again.
Doing my best to holler out my anxiety.
I may have a heart attack I think.
My heart is racing like it just lost the Triple Crown.
Fear has me incapacitated.
This nightmare is perpetually long. 
I cannot handle much more of it.
I have a stern talk to my imagination upon awakening.
You are going to kill me for real!  I warn her.
She smirks, gloats, and flits away, ignoring my requests.
Reminding me of my children.

Discarded

I feel broken, incapacitated 
This Migraine Disease has stolen
So much time from my life
But also the relationships
So many cannot cope 
With someone with chronic pain
So we become unworthy
Slowly people lose touch
Or some create stories
To fit their agenda that
We don’t fit into anymore
We are not believed 
We are histrionic 
No one can have chronic pain that long
If we are lucky, we may have a few
Mostly our favorite Doctor, or a friend
That really truly get it but 
It’s few and far between
Our families cannot cope
Because were broken 
Unable to function in their world 
So what were left is the loneliness
Of chronic pain
Let alone the pain 
Our hearts are torn apart 
As we 
Become
Discarded.

Wrong Gender

Short memory, what was I trying to remember
This is getting serious, don't remember my gender
In the ladies washroom
They all screamed and fumed
Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered

Something Worse Than Covid-19

Do not sin anymore
 so that nothing worse may happen to you John 5:14

This past year
People have been rightly focused
Most obsessed
About COVID-19

It has dominated news cycles
Been the focus of discussions everywhere
Precausions shuttered businesses world-wide for months
All this is understandable given the overwhelming number

Deaths
In today’s gospel
Jesus healed a man who had been incapacitated for 18 years
After the man was healed

Jesus admonished him to stop sinning, …so that nothing worse may happen to you”
Much worse than physicall illness is sin 
The resulting is death of one’s soul
If we believe the warning of Jesus

Wouldn’t it make sense to be even more concerned about our spiritual health than COVID-19?
We wear masks
Practice social distancing to protect ourselves from the virus
We should do even more to foster the health of our souls

Stephen J. Rosetti

Turned to Poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse

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