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Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.
While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest daughter,
(on vacation, thus unreachable)
her cajoling tone of voice
beckoned, intimated, and _underscored
curiosity to discover
how romance blossomed
between first born
and soulmate of offspring
while both progeny and
Puerto Rican young man
both freshmen in the same dormitory
at University of Pennsylvania.
I unthinkingly blurted out
thy spouse acting nosy
triggering cascading denial
of marital transgressions
(quite brutish and nasty of me)
scoring invisible black barbs
upon tender flesh
seriously contemplating divorce
to implement bartered bride
blithely cavorting with bonnie lass
abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity...
adopting following motto de jure
gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
How innocuous for spouse clamoring
to get low down how biological daughter
came upon midnight clear
acquainting, befriending, cohabiting...
eventual future linkedin lucky man
at least once upon a poem ago
aforementioned perfect match
(like two peas in a pod).
Seconds after the rather
sarcastic word (nosy) uttered
yours truly wished he never blurted
underhanded stinging rebuke.
Whether twas love toward the spouse
who approximately twenty seven years prior
yours truly pledged troth and vowed
to uphold sanctified covenant,
when me late father in law
escorted his "baby"
down the wedding aisle.
Nevertheless I blurted out
acid tinged comment
(as iterated above)
generated an after effect
recounting me being unfaithful husband
suddenly nauseous surge
induced gag reflex
synonymously tasting like bile
no amount of washing mouth out with dial
could affect comparable retraction
wanting to turn back hands of time
best recourse would necessitate
severing ties with humanity
and accepting nothing short of exile
(for questing, trespassing, violating...
acquiescence toward verboten fruit)
walking barefoot over hot coals
every last desolate mile
despite exhibiting weariness
qua swiftly tailored harried style
years later still experiencing
gruelling emotional trial.
There's a Cherokee Indian at the door.
What the hell is happening in this neighbourhood, last week it was the seven dwarfs, and who was the bloody spokesman, bloody Dopey.
Remember the good old days when it was just the Jehovah's who annoyed you. Go out there and tell him we don’t want to powwow.
It’s a she, and she looks about nine months pregnant, explanation!
I’m going for one of those dwarfs, and I’m laying bets that, Dopey ain’t as dopey as he makes out.
But Dopey is only three feet tall, and the week before it was the Yao people, three of them.
You think Dopey is three feet tall, but I actually think he’s condensed.
And was it Dopey who got the Yao’s pregnant?
No, I think it was Happy. Let's face it, you get three birds into bed, wouldn’t you be happy?
And before that, the Eskimo woman, Is this a fetish you’ve got going on here?
She was selling double-glazing. I mean, you couldn’t make it up.
The Cherokee Indian, was she selling double glazing
She was selling something, but double glazing wasn’t one of them, and I have my reservations about anything else she was selling
So, you’re the father then.
I told you the fathers, well at least two of them, the other five I’m working on.
So why did she come to our door?
I think the three wise men sent her cos we’re in a stable relationship.
I don’t think my divorce Lawyer will be thinking that.
Darling, I think you're Grumpy cos you’re Sleepy, I’ll get the Doc to give you a sleeping tablet.
Get knotted, you sleazy bastard.
Darling, could you do me a favour and make me a Sneezy bastard? Is that the doorbell ringing?
I’m going to answer the door, and I’m telling you now, if that's an alien woman having a green baby, you’re dead.
I hope to hell it’s the Jehovah's.
There’s a dwarf at the door, he didn’t give his name.
That’s okay, darling, I know who he is.
Happy was Death last night
When he saw the youth coming his way
He observed them with delight
Knowing that it was their last day.
At once his arms opened wide
For his heart was filled with great joy
And after watching the trains collide
He embraced every girl and boy.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 March 2023
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*At least 57 people were killed when a passenger train carrying more than 350 people of whom the vast majority were students, collided with a freight train on Tuesday, shortly before midnight, in Tempi, near the city of Larissa, leaving strewn carriages and heaps of debris in its wake. There are more than 80 people injured. The number of victims is going to rise, officials say. I dedicate this small poem to the memory of the people who have lost their lives due to a tragic human error!
let me find
solice in my
thoughts but
they weren't
thoughts at
all but turned
out to be
feelings
perhaps she
forgot about
me just for
the day for
i'm easily
forgotten
not very
special
but it might be my
old school reception
like the black and white
television that she never
conceived could be really
real that i would need to try
to see if the rabbit ears would
bend just right or a little to the
left to upset the
frequency just
enough that i
would have
the ability
to see a
little
more
clearly but clearly i'm
going to need to
stand as if the
hanged man
of the tarot
deck except
i'll not be
hanging
from one leg but
standing and
with proper
winds and
direction
i should
be able
to
receive at least if
just a limited bit of
communication from
her to me inspirational
enough to write at least
one of your poems as you
breathe into me what a muse
does or does do with her poet
by chance let's go on
a trip and take a first
step non romance
meeting hopefully
meaning or
meaningfully
as seen by
the result
of no one's fault
but fate that we
would sate each
other's thirst for
life and for
wellbeing
discovering
the true feeling
of watching
a sunset
together
Form:
I am but a man
I am not an evil man
But I am an angry man
I am mad at the world for the way it is
For what it does to us and each other
I am mad there is no justice
At least none that I see
I am mad at the world
For what it has done to me
I am mad at myself
For what I have become, because of the world
I am not an evil man
But I am a mad man
I am angry at my weakness
Powerless to stop it all
I am just one who understands
That this is all wrong
And very far from right
I am but one
Quickly losing sight
I am not an evil man
But an angry man looking toward the light
Hoping, dreaming, wishing, praying………………….
I just want things right
Is all I’m saying
Loving, laughing, playing, living…………………….
The simple joy in random giving
Holding, hugging, kissing, sharing………………….
Is all part of our natural caring
We are a race
Who are in a race……………of survival
I am not an evil man
I am just angry at the way we treat each other
Because were all we’ve got
Eric (and sometimes not)
Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Some tales are simply meant to end with pain!
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.
Perhaps communication was unclear,
Or the conversation a bit inane?
Apparently nothing wrong happened here.
So -- big smile! Chuckle. Manifest good cheer,
Or at least look up to ignore the stain;
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.
Opposite plain language, most insincere
Utterances usually explain
Why apparently nothing wrong happened here.
Over nothing, don't shed one meager tear;
Do not question the arrangement again...
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.
It certainly doesn't help to complain --
All one can do is try to persevere.
Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.
I feel like you are at the finish line
of my fifty mile race,
but no matter how fast I run
I cant keep up the pace.
The road seems to get longer
with every step I take,
my engine is running but my foot's on the brake.
You begin fading in the distance
I can hardly see your face
I'm afraid to stop moving,
scared to never feel your embrace.
I'm running out of breath
my legs are getting weak,
when I open my mouth,
no words can I speak.
I'm terrified you'll disappear
and the road will as well,
leaving me with no path to choose
all I am left with is this hell.
Why wont u run towards me
is this another test?
My legs are shaking
my body needs rest.
I must go on,
I must keep moving
I can't let you get away
my love is what I am proving.
If I can just get close enough
maybe I can get you to stay;
even if not forever, at least for another day?
I feel like I'm taking a test with no pencil
eating soup with no spoon
pushing a wagon with no wheels
viewing a night sky with no moon.
You could meet me half way
or acknowledge me with a wave
let me know I'm not wasting my time
give me that last push so i can be brave.
I'm at my breaking point
I can no longer run;
you didn't move a muscle,
but this race you've won.
I knew the moment the whistle blew
it wouldn't be easy getting to you
I knew it would be hard and I would get sore
but I was willing to bear the pain
for the man I adore.
I thought I could make it but
my body is trumping my mind
just incase you saw me coming
I'll leave a trail of my blood for you
so I am easy to find.
Sometimes I ask myself if
it would've been better
to have never loved
at all
For me it's the ins & outs
of the fall that are
really discouraging
The idea of purging this
emotion is freeing to the mind
yet I'm bound to the
memories I long to
leave behind
Am I wrong in my assessment
that if love were truly blind
it wouldn't seek out
strong heart beats with
heart shaped eyes?
I think cupid may be the Devil
in disguise masking
its intentions
That warm fuzzy feeling
mixed with passion
is only an extension of
our base desires
It's music to your ears until
you realize whose strumming
the lyre behind
the scenes
It inspires those green with envy
to hate & enrages those
who've been locked
in its cage
Engaged in its game with
the intent to wed
only sheds blood from
a bleeding heart
these days
It's a maze from which many
never return because they're
stuck in a burning hell
soon to be ashes in urns
At least that's what my lower
half says but lets
go higher
Love inspires many
so to never have loved at all
means you're in dire need
Many things transpire during
the course of our lives indeed
& it's love that gets us through
all the terrible times
If I said I wish I never loved at all
I'd be a terrible liar living a lie
& singing a sad song
A song with empty notes
on a blank page
on a stage fraught with fear
Those tears you've cried
truly were not in vain
& of that pain you've felt
don't feel not even
an ounce of shame
It's love that will have you
walking in front of an
oncoming train for its recipient
with transparent irreticence
It's relevance in this world can't
be understated
for even the jaded have seen
what that flower looks like
when it grows through
the green
I mean what is life without
loving eyes?
I'll tell you
It's a life lived blind without
ever truly being seen
A nightmare of which you'll
long to awaken from
so dream with eyes open
to receive some
of its loving embrace
In all the years I've had my stammer
no Doctor I've had has been as kind
as my present GP to truly understand
the needs I have help calm my mind
During one of my early appointments
he asked me what he do when I block
no Doctors had ever asked that before
felt real connection so easier to talk
Since then have felt real release
when I've had appointment to go and see
this GP, he so much made me at ease
even when cancer diagnosed felt so free
When stammer worsened after during treatment
he suggested therapy even though I not keen
so after persuasion I decided to have it
which initially at least progress was seen
Even in early days of Covid I had a cough
so got phone appointment for Dr to call
again felt at ease to speak with him
usually hate phone, speech no good at all
Such blessing to receive kindness
with understanding along the way
brings a peace deep inside
so tomorrow can be a better day!
(This is written to illuminate an experience I went through that showed me the kindness and compassion and warmth of my local GP.)
(“Loyalty Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
A Simple Solution
The world is full of woe
Always has, and always will
So it’s incumbent on us
To find a way through.
A simple solution is to find a dog
Dogs generally give far more than they take
And as such are a source of solace
As well as a good example to follow.
Specifically find a pug
They were made for laps and pleasant walks
For endless hours of gentle napping
And years of bottomless giving.
The world is full of woe
It always has, and always will
But that doesn’t mean we can’t find a moat
To keep the woe at bay.
And that moat requires a team
Designed to not only survive, but thrive
Family and friends,
And at least a loyal canine or two.
(4/4/25)