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So is it really true what they say?
Handsome minds like sunny days,
Born with dollars painted on walls,
Knights of night and their pretty dolls.
Hands are rusty but the hands are fast
To tackle the mourning and aghast
They seek the pleasure of apparent fear
Plant fake kisses and come so near
To make believe the salty sky
And conceal the carnal lies
Among sparkling words so grand
In a maze, you will land...
They roll the dice in their pants
Followed by the midnight rants,
For every joyous coin that clinks,
They snatch an eyelash in a blink.
Then one day you will wake right up
To see the lines on your empty cup
Half full it was, the last time
The kings robbed the beggar so fine.
Every photo taken doesn't have to flatter,
And, on days, it's apparent at rest is my razor.
I'm convinced that some things don't matter,
And, by the way, I'll not wear a crested blazer.
I'm more apt to resemble a sack of feed,
But what you're seeing is what and who I am.
So do I apologize? no, there's no need,
I can't conform to being like Joe or Sam.
While you may think me not overly smart,
You cannot crawl inside my aging skin.
Opinions can't get inside my head or heart,
Or retrace steps to the places I've been.
I guess that what I'm really trying to say,
Withhold your judgment of me if you can.
If you'll allow me I'll sum it up this way,
God made me imperfect, an ordinary man.
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed off to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battled scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While others leaned to the side
Each had serviced this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
~Ijm Uhl~
Years ago in my youthful exuberance,
persuaded by impulsive and sprightly yearning,
I made to her the premature promise,
I could not keep in the long run.
We parted with no apparent rancor,
although the possible pangs of broken heart
I was sure she kept within herself,
I felt a stressful sense of fretting guilt.
Realizing that I had broken the blooming dream,
I implored earnestly the almighty
to graciously condone my hurting action,
I thought was the doing of destiny.
God lit for me the lamp in the gloomy time
to retrieve my conscience lost in the dark.
From the essence of repentance I got solace,
shielded the lamp in the soul from wind of remorse.
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In this world that's so really fast
so many having no courtesy to wait
it's a thing that's not apparent
folk that get themselves in a state
Patience is indeed not seen much
for in fact it's really so very rare
it makes you conclude to the fact
this is a gift you can't share
Many a husband struggles to show it
having to wait on the wife at shop
wishing that the mall would close
or his wife complain she's about to drop
So to have patience is really blessed
a real blessed gift you have got
be thankful for something so rich
money can't buy nor can be taught
Remember be patient best you can
as you practise it better you'll see
maybe you have been born with it
then what you'll be is a rarity
To little Samara
Once, I found a bible lying on the street
I found it in the parking lot of the grocery store
I took the book to the library
I did not know what to do momentarily.
As I am recollecting this memory now,
I do not know why I recalled her face again.
She posted her status on Facebook
A Smiling picture with her colleague
I can still recall her post
It started with a typo
“0n an official trip……”
And, I was noticing that it began with a zero,
A zero instead of an O letter, capitalized.
She was a kind soul, gentle and straightforward
Something was very natural about her
I envied her simplicity in a real sense
I liked her smile, such a genuine smile!
Smiling is hard for me, especially nowadays.
When thinking inline is tight with the apparent face.
Within two hours, the plane crashed,
Made big news on the internet
She left a little girl,
I was thinking about her smiling face
I was thinking about the little girl.
Her last photo, taken on an airport lounge
Had her naturally glowing, smiling face.
It had a simple girl starting her journey with a big, big zero.
1.
The hidden truth is much more
Valuable than the apparent,
The inner self is much more
Precious than the outer,
Don’t look at the world as
Something distinct,
As something alien,
It is part of you,
You are part of it,
Conceive this truth,
The great truth,
2.
The bird that flies,
The fish that swims,
The horse that gallops,
The tree that grows,
The flower that blooms,
The fruit that ripens,
The clouds above,
The rivers below,
The postures ahead,
The golden sun,
The silver moon,
The platinum stars,
Uninterruptedly they repeat that
In reality, we are one:
Interconnected,
Interrelated,
Interchangeable,
Interdependent,
Chain eternal of cause and effect
Through space and time,
Unbroken link,
Divine choreography,
Miracle of life,
3.
You and I,
He and she,
It and them
Are all one,
Thus,
Your aspirations,
Your expectations,
Your hopes and fears,
My aspirations,
My expectations,
My hopes and fears,
His sufferings,
His crimes,
His great works,
Her sufferings,
Her crimes,
Her great works,
Its destitution,
Its blooming,
Its existence,
Our destitution,
Our blooming,
Our existence,
This is the beauty and
The purpose of
The world:
Its unity,
Its harmony,
Its wholeness!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 NOVEMBER 2012
Fragments by sensitivities become apparent by love,
vital shapes granted by graces in treasure of.
The larger reality of truth and will unfold,
revealing elegant mysteries behold.
Conscious grace as soul of society,
cultivated perspective empathy.
Echoing memories by that touch,
grace and fate at eternal now so much.
Superior dynamic pivotal emanates,
infinitesimal aspects sublime radiates.
Preceded intentional perpetuation,
matter by spirit and grace of sensation.
Perseverance by atonement,
merciful texture in obedient refinement.
Lives in fate walks on grace,
divine inevitable maze.
Chill the north-east air
On the bravest cheek
Though the March sun sifts
Through the clouding sheet
As if winter fights
The advancing spring,
While the daffodils dance
In the darting breeze!
So sure the measured steps of time
Steal slow the strength of men,
And years at last
Must yield their power
To younger blood,
To generations yet to be,
Till they in turn grow old
On time's resistless wheel
Of life and death
And all would seem
A sequence meaningless
Of gain and loss,
Of hope, despair,
Of life, of death.
Yet by that dancing daffodil
God speaks a lesson pure,
Apparent death can spring again
And even winter's chill
Prepare the heart to find new life
In Christ.
The American eagle, called bald ‘cos of its pure white head,
Is named Haliaeetus leucocephalus, from the Greek;
Hali means "sea", aietos means “eagle", leuco "white",
And cephalos simply means the “head" with the streak.
The bald eagle lives near the sea, a river or any such reservoir,
Any water based freeway as it devours fish, salmon and carp;
It rests in large, mature stands of conifer trees,
To feed its young whatever it hunts and occasionally sees.
America is a nation of the head, and not a land the heart,
With an independence declaration of a human kind,
Which points to god only when the universal is pertinent,
That unifies by raising strength and concern of mind.
What’s most apparent to me from its wording,
Is that it seeks to mechanise the human good,
What’s moral, right, true and honest,
Such that the outcast can produce and be understood.
The pure, white head of the American bald eagle,
Seems to connotate this loud, bold and clear,
And its dark brown body seems to speak,
For all Americans who aspire from something mere.
The size of their nests can be twenty metres wide,
And this can represent the typical American home,
Which to me, a Scots girl aware of semi-detached abodes,
Are like football pitches where you can jump and roam.
The bald eagle was becoming extinct,
From the 1960s right up until the late 90s,
And as this bird is now proliferous and thriving,
It reminds us that the American Dream is all-including.
It was the symbol of the Great Seal in 1782,
And J F Kennedy referred to its appropriation,
As it symbolised the strength and freedom, forged and died for,
Of the mighty, magnificent independent American nation.