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TRIBUTES TO MY POETRY SINCE CIRO GARGANO CRIME BOSS IS STILL SENDING CORRUPT CITY OFFICIALS TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY WRITTEN 1999 SUMMITTED BY HAND AND MAIL POETRY DOT COM THE OLD POETRY DOT COM THEY WERE SUED NO LONGER ACTIVE AFTER RIPPING POETS TITLES ZAPPING POETS ORIGINAL WORK WHICH IS WHY I COPY ALL MY WORK AFTER WINNING 1999 2000 2001 AT 3613 BAY AVE. TAMPA FLORIDA TRULY A BLESSING HOWEVER EVERY YEAR I STILL RECIEVE OFFERS TO ALLOW MY POETRY TO BE IN AN ANTHOLOGY I ALWAYS DECLINE SIMPLY BECAUSE I HAVE SEVERAL ANTHOLOGIES OF POETRY CIRO GARGANO JHORE JOHNSON WAS FURIOUS SHE WAS TRYING TO EXTORT MY WORK WITNESS BASED ON MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BEING ABDUCTED THE MONSTER AT HOME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE FROM MY CHILDHOOD EYES COCOA MY NICK NAME BEING BORN DURING A BLIZZARD MY DAD PASSED OUT HOT CHOCOLATE THE COLOR OF MY COCOA BROWN SKIN POETRY BECAME MY LIFE ESPECIALLY AFTER THE CAR BOMB I WROTE PANIC ATTACK AND THE WRATH DECEMBER 23RD 2003 2610 PROVIDENCE I NOTICED JHORE JOHNSON TRIED TO DELETE MY TITLES ALTER DATES HER SPECIALTY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS SHE'S A REAL COCK ROACH 1999 I WAS HURT AT WORK RETIRED DISABILITY SO I SUMMITED WORK TO MONTEL WILLIAMS FOR MS. SURVIVORS I HAVE PEACE A CERTAIN PEACE THAT CAN NEVER BE BROKEN BY IDENTITY FRAUD I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE TRADE AND REFERENCE DIVISION AT HOUGHTON AND MILLFLIN ALSO GREAT SOURCE EDUCATIONAL GROUP FOR ASSISTING ME IN WITH MY ORIGINAL WORL AFTER JHORE JOHNSON BROKE INTO MY TOWNHOME IN TAMPA FLORIDA ACTUALLY ARRIVING WITH A GUNMAN TO KILL ME OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY I HAVE TRULY BEEN BLESSED THIS TERROR OCCURED WHILE I LAY BLEEDING AT ANYRATE THAT OLD POETRY DOT COM WAS REPRIMANDED AND WENT OUT OF BUISNESS THIS NEW POETRY DOT COM ISN'T A REAL SIGHT IT'S DESIGNED TO EXTORT POETS POETRY AND PERSONAL INFORMATION GOD BLESS AMERICA
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Deep rooted symbol in the Inuit culture, the inukshuk is rudimentary, primitive but effective communication. Through centuries, it is still a practical directional marker used as vital hunting and navigation aids, coordination points, indicators, and message centers.
remote voice
shattering the silence
of hesitation
Published in my photo/haibun anthologies ~PRIMITIVE~ 2019 and ~ANCESTRAL VOICES~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The piggy's in the truffle bucket
Eating all the truffles
I kick 'im in 'is snuffle-snucket,
I beat 'im with me buckles
But nothing ruffles piggy's knuckles
'e 'as to 'ave them truffles.
I write a lot of horror poems but those aren't what I've been posting at Poetry Soup (the horrors and fantasies appear in magazines and anthologies). Light verse such as "Snuffle" undoubtedly gives people a mistaken impression of what I write most, if this is all they see.
But I have always been especially fond of "Snuffle," originally written in honor of folklore author and Buddhist Darroll Pardoe, who included it in an issue of his letter substitute Pig on the Wall decades anon, and much later included in my collection Lake of the Devil: Poems of Morosity and Jest (Duck's-Foot Tree Productions, 1995) limited to 75 copies.
Past every known horizon, held inside the stolen light,
A flicker of promise rises, wet with Aegean’s salt.
The echo of Mount Parnassus, where the Muses walk at night,
A spectrum of reflections—the first Promethean signal, sharp and high.
The flames are finally free from the chill of the earth.
It pulses through sapphire-blue data cables, beneath the sea.
A swift code humming on an electric tongue, a wire thin as glass,
Where silicon and soul now challenge mortal walls.
The warmth upon my palm, a fragile circuit’s heat,
A digital dawn breaks now, on seas of light where ancient stone dissolves.
A frequency rings through the gulf of years,
The world's true voice, unsynchronized, is fiercely held and heard;
Through every force of nature, this bright pulse speeds on fiber-optic lines.
We seize the future's turning, watching the past unwind,
This hard-won wisdom guides the human quest for freedom.
Against the dark tyranny that starves the seeking mind,
The truth we need is held deep inside the spirit of mankind.
Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend,
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown-
Ponder about its existence
Let not a single thing unexamined
Any stunning flower untouched
Any majestic bird unobserved
Any magnificent fish unnoticed
And tell me
Isn't life a miracle?
An unbelievable story?
An inconceivable design?
Yet
A mesmerizing reality?
Look how heaven and earth are put together:
A harmonious whole operating with such precision and
With a single purpose in mind- LIFE!
Tell me, could this great design be the outcome of chance?
Of a hazardous consequence?
Or
The work of blind forces?
Look closer my friend, once again,
Pay attention to the details of this incredible miracle of life
Look how things are so wisely operating
Observe the relationship between a flower and a bee
How they are interrelated,
Interconnected and
Interdependent
Marvel how, although they both are so transient,
They maintain eternity
Note the way they obey the cosmic laws
Thus
Enacting the choreography of life and death that divinity has conceived
And by doing so they become divine themselves and their art holy
Let us, my friend,
Be inspired by them and let us create our own
Harmonious coexistence
Our own choreography, inspired by God,
For
To incarnate His will in reality
So as to glorify His creation
And us to live in peace as He meant us to live!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2019
* This is my 2400th poem.
Thank all those who have commented on my poems since 2012! I also thank PoetrySoup because they have helped my poems become known thus they were published in books and anthologies. Soon, I think to stop posting. God bless you all my friends.
Our Bio
Written: by Tom Wright
2/16/2016
Life is a biography that God allows each to write,
A book containing chapters that leave us contrite;
Some are short stories, others anthologies of sort,
Even transversal thoughts that we didn’t report;
Each Bio concludes with a page marked the end,
No addendums added or footnotes to be penned.
With each books conclusion comes unending rest,
Will I bequeath a best seller, will it pass God’s test?
I Hope there exists pages, dog eared, and starred,
Pages worthy of remembrance and few to discard;
Each life has a story to tell
I pray yours appear on God’s best seller list.
Tom
"The Arabian Nights"
Underneath the oceans' veil.
A mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within, every constellation hides the secrets of sin.
Allowing me, to the time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!
I tie eternity into loopholes with no end.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no end.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.
I hide in the light, away from the darker mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under.
Anthologies wrote only to exist.
A place that strikes louder than thunder.
Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.
Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.
Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn, I will no longer see the light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.
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NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.
"ARABIAN NIGHTS."
We never met, although we planned
to make our dream come true;
the will was strong, the body weak…
and then you bid adieu
when angels came and took your hand
(I called your name in vain).
You left this vale for pastures new
where peace replaced your pain.
Carolyn passed away, but her unconditional friendship and kindness,
together with her gift of words will never be forgotten. She was one
of the first to welcome me to Soup, and we bonded from the start.
We co-wrote several poems, some of which were published in
various anthologies. She will forever hold a special place in my heart.
Awarded POTD 5th August 2021
There is poetry that runs freely through these veins
Authentic eccentric even society could never change.
For the poetry that runs through these veins
Comes from years of criticism, rejection and pain
Check the poetry in these veins that runs.
Born from carrying the weight placed on
shoulders heavy like boulders as the world
grows colder.
Original Poetree is the name for it is me
I am he whether or not you choose to believe
That it ’s the poetry running through these veins
That has set me free.
Yes indeed none shall impede the energy
Possessed to succeed and become all
I am mean to be phonetically poetically
I indulge in the banquet of prose as the
Poetry continues to runs its course through the
veins inside of me. Call it gluttony call it greed.
This poetry does not ask permission it breaks down doors
From the tip of the pen to the sole of the feet walking along
The poetic path on the floor.
There is poetry that runs through these veins from my
Creative core.
It screams at 3 AM when the world is sleeping. It’s not waiting for applause
or publication, or validation.
in the space between
your listening
and my speaking.
This poetry is alive.
not the kind that sits pretty in coffee shops
waiting to be discovered,
There is poetry that runs through these veins—
not the kind you find pressed between pages
of dusty anthologies,
that pulses with every heartbeat,
that courses through capillaries like lightning through storm clouds.
Embodying the human spirit, the inukshuk can serve as a spiritual symbol, a ceremonial site, a place of worship, a place of judgment and decision making or a site to gather and celebrate. Regardless of their function, inuksuit are venerated by the Inuit for their history and ancestral value.
sacred touchstone
hub of present and
generations past
Published in my photo/haibun anthologies ~PRIMITIVE~ 2019 and ~ANCESTRAL VOICES~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2020