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a minute poem (variation)
Maverick's wheel:
If it's unfair, we must repair
because we care -
the rule of thumb.
for Len Zakim.
Maverick's zeal:
Engaging souls was Lenny's hope
of broadest scope.
He blazed new tracks
for Jews and blacks.
Maverick's feel:
Bridge builder - linking mind and heart
faith to impart.
End bigotry,
birth empathy.
Maverick's seal:
Named a Knight of St. Gregory
Diversity -
color of skin
finds worth within.
Maverick's deal:
The Jewish Defamation League
became intrigued
with freedom's plea
and harmony.
Maverick's steel:
Cancer worked to shatter his world.
Hope still unfurled -
Len instantly
sought therapy.
Nov. 21, 2010
Author's Notes: I tweaked the minute poem form by adding a
subtitle line atop each stanza. These subtitles all rhyme with
each other revealing characteristic fervor of this maverick.
I walked to the gate where the taxi was waiting
Checked in my pocket for change for the fare
Opened the door, saw the driver was laughing
Asked for the reason, would he like to share
He stared ahead, set the meter a' running
Took the first left thinking it would be right
Said not a word about my destination
Pressed on the gas and drove into the night
Traffic light art in the broadest of colors
Yellow and green, an occasional red
Speed limits tossed like a bag to the roadside
Wondering if it was something I said
Then down an alley so dark and deserted
Parking lot stripes in an orderly way
Nothing for miles or maybe forever
This is enough and I just had to say
"Where are we going, I've not that much money?"
Then with a twitch and the wink of an eye
I saw the driver reflect in the mirror
He was a her, I could not help but sigh
For there you were with a cap colored yellow
I saw your smile, my heart skipped a beat
That's when you stopped and the engine was halted
Came to my door and into the back seat
"Are you surprised", we're the words that you asked me
More than you know was my answer to you
We stayed a while and love was in blossom
Two in a taxi, what else could we do
Yes this is silly, my romantic poem
Life has been tough as I go on my own
Merely some words in a tough situation
Here on this night reading soup all alone
I laughed and the world was silent
For it seemed the joke was me
I wished to be a comfort
Yet, it was not meant to be
I stood upon the broadest shoulders
and still in the end I felt quite short
I couldn't see past lonely mountains
What goodly news could I report?
Those things I saw off in the distance
Raced towards me with a blinding speed
I dreamt of how they'd satisfy me
Yet sadly they did not meet my need
Within broken mind, I searched for justice
The lady outpaced by quite a bit
She said "If you really want to catch me,
You have to do oh so much more than sit!"
I chose to climb, the highest of mountains
Surveyed the majestic valleys below
Expected I'd be warmed by the sunshine
But Instead, I felt the fridgid winds blow
I shifted my gaze towards the heavens
Wondered deep down, why I felt all alone
As I sat cross legged I tried to listen
Felt a deep aching within tired bone
My greatest lacking was understanding
Until God's Mercy allowed me to cry
Temporary would lead to forever
The cycles of life connected to why
So my tears flowed into rivers
Down the tall mountain into the sea
It seems, I was always connected
Yes, the whole world was crying with me
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.
Come now, people - we've all heard this before:
Barbarians at our gates, enemies without the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.
Sound loud the alarms, deafen the ears
Harden our hearts, feed on our fears -
Divide the Volk, call them Unified
Against a foe who has ever tried
To gain just this - a national suicide
Of what was once collective reason,
Confounding balanced thought with treason.
Take up the broadest brush and paint
That He That Stands Within a Saint,
And He That Waits Without a Devil -
Those who doubt judged twice and treble
To be vile, accursed knaves
Who serve the enemy as slaves.
Attend the tune of Sturm und Drang!
Forgetful of that one who sang
The selfsame tune not so long ago
Leading to a peoples' eternal shame and woe.
Let our better Angels, while yet they may,
Draw us back to the light of a better day -
A day not defined by confused fears of the Other,
A day those shades may be possible brothers.
There was a naughty girl.
And a naughty girl was she.
For nothing would she do
but try to stop the sea.
She’d push it with her hands.
She’d stomp it with her feet.
She scream down the pulling moon.
Kick sand castles in retreat.
The was a naughty girl.
Who railed at her mother.
Often this feisty pipsqueak
would even pop her brother.
She’d take the teachers all to task.
She’d give the priest a sermon.
She’d back the bullies down the street.
They’d see who would be learnin’
It seems, she wasn’t naughty.
It seems, she was just free,
free in all the broadest sense
is what she wished to be!
longest and deepest
symbolize to be broadest
sky's love to ocean
as they are lovers
embrace each other's blue hue
unison of hearts
one smiles upper side
other replies reflection
up to end level
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He was an atheist.
He was proud of it.
Those who believed in the existence of a
Supreme being, and in the survival of the soul after death,
Were, for him, dim-witted people worthy only to be
The laughing stock of his "superior intelligence."
He never concealed his denial of God,
He did not need to believe in such a divine being
Because
He knew that himself was the superior being, and
As far as the idea of a soul was concerned, there was none.
One dies and that's it! Game over!
The time passed and as he was mortal he died one day,
However
As soon he was declared dead,
Surprised the atheist was to ''see himself " hovering
All over his inanimate body.
He had no arms, no legs, no head, or any other organs
Just pure consciousness he was, pure thought, and
Pure light.
A sphere of a whitish color " He " was
With some sparkling particles distributed around its periphery.
In other words, he was a soul.
Confused and bewildered with the situation that the atheist,
Himself has now found,
Did not know what to do and what to him was coming.
In a little while though,
A luminous being approached him,
Wearing the broadest of possible smiles.
The being was emanating love, compassion, warmth, and
Understanding.
As the entity came closer to the "atheist" with his mind these
Words to him transmitted:
" Do not be surprised, my dear friend, for I am here to
welcome you and lead you to your creator whose existence
you have throughout life, so vehemently, denied!"*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2021
* This story is inspired by a debate that I once had with the head of the Computer Department of a renowned university, who was an atheist and who called me silly to believe in God and in the afterlife. When I asked him: " Why I am silly?" He replied that I was silly because I believed in these theories and went on to tell me that I will be surprised when I die because I will find nothing of what I expect to find. At that moment I retorted: " My dear friend, Nigel, it will not be me that would be surprised but you, because if your theory is correct, I will not be there to be surprised but if my theory is correct then you will be the one to be surprised." He looked at me for a few seconds and then he said: If you put it like that, Demetrios, you are right. I will be the one to be surprised."
But I Have Seen!
If I was told the water will boil fish,
I would hold the conveyer in a grip,
That would fear his breath before I retreat,
Dragging his wits to their territory.
I would take him to the broadest Aro*,
Where attention on madness is bestowed.
For how would say such; are you insane?
How would the torrent that gives life restrain?
How would the waves that give diving pleasures
Tune strange, commuting to death from leisure?
But I have seen myself; How water killed.
But twas annoying, absurd and betraying.
Who would imagine such: What should give life,
Gives death, Gives dearth, switching from Joy to strife.
If I was told politicians would change,
I would gift the conveyer to sea's rage.
18:11:2:13:14
Josh Berry. Ancestral pen. But I Have Seen!
Form:
Jumps at me
The love is immense
I could feel it in the smiles
The flash of 2 teeth & empty gums
Means more to me than
The broadest toothy smiles
I know you miss me
Maybe not as much as a brother you lost
I know you wanna shout it .rather,
Your jump at me makes it more pungent and nostalgic
Your pudgy hands raised high for a toss in the air
Is all the conviction I need
I look forward to seeing you
My mind travels 1000 miles every day
To connect with your innocent welcome smiles
Words are needed even if not voiced
The flash of 2 teeth & empty gums
Tells me all I need. You miss me as much as I do
He jumps at me
His smiles lit my world.
What secret do you hold in your crystal clear eyes?
That you would have been 2? doctors told us.
Yet one of you gives me the joy of 2
You met him/her, we never did.
He Jumps at me and the jump is all I need
I know you wanna tell the story. keep the story.
You make us whole
The wise one
The music
The Joy-Zamir