Life asked me, do you love me?
I looked at Life in silence, weighing in her question
Wanting not to hurt her, yet, wanting to tell her the truth!
Did you ever give me the opportunity to love you
Whispered I to it,
Refusing adamantly to make eye contact with it!
Did you ever allow me to love you
What I sought from you, I never got
Only begot I,
Dark pricks in my inner self,
Misunderstood by the whole lot
Trampled upon by the hooves of humankind
As if,
As if,
I were mere filth!
Life looked at me
Then,
Shamefaced, lowered her gaze
And looked away!
I am not to be blamed, said it,
I am ruled by your load of actions and reactions
If you suffer amidst my expanse
It must be surely because so do you deserve!
The silence that settled between us became stifling
So much that I swallowed my gulp, and sought out Love,
Love, who remains bent on his own ego
On his own crescendo, on his own rollercoaster
Why, if Life remains so hard to love
At least Love,
Even if, hidden in between folds of subtleness, remains my liberator!
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Written on 2nd January 2019
Categories:
liberator, life, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Doubt imprisons mind
God's truth is hidden from sight
Faith us liberates!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 July 2018
Categories:
liberator, faith, freedom, truth,
Form: Haiku
You want baby
to be a liberator
as Moses was
put it in basket
throw in ocean
go away happy
search in palace
after 30 years
Categories:
liberator, political, satire,
Form: Free verse
Education you 're the champion of the poor
You're a roof under which people who love you shelter
You open the eyes of the ignorant, so that their ignorance is no more
You're a pot of those who loves to cook their brains into perfection
So that their brains can be perfected to think like you
So that they can learn to negotiate the hazards of life and fend for themselves
Education, you provide shelter, clothes and transport to those who worship you
You are the king of those who adores you
Education, you are the conqueror
You've conquered poverty
Poverty says brother to you
You sent poverty to an early rotten grave
Poverty has gone to an early grave because of you
Run poverty run!
Your brother education is here!
Darkness and light do not share cigarette
As success and poverty
Education, no one is like you
Indeed you're the Kilimanjaro Mountain
You're like an elephant
You're a well of wisdom and success
Those who worship you will walk tall and proud of their success
Categories:
liberator, africa,
Form: Personification
He lived a life of such greatness
And did not die a thousand deaths
To all souls he brought happiness
Even as he breathed his last breath
© Joseph, 8/12/07
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Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary
monument written in praise of a deceased person. Generally, epitaphs are
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s
life. They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.
Categories:
liberator, imagination, life, loss, people,
Form: Epitaph