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IT RAINED THAT DAY — Twenty Titles
Many, many long years ago ~
In moon glow, a tall ship.
Marianne in shades of blue.
An infamous legend, her Captain’s call.
She was caught, trapped.
Immensely vast — the open sea.
There is so much heartbreak to see.
An infinite ocean, black powder.
His captive sighs, “What must I do…”
Dancing with the devil
by the shifting candlelight.
The shadow on the wall.
The warm downward spiral.
Drowning in his lust...
...it rained that day
7/20/2019
Her Captain’s Call Gregory R Barden
In Moon Glow Andrea Dietrich
Marianne Victor Buhagiar
An Infinite Ocean Demetrios Trifiatis
Caught, Trapped Gershon Wolf
Shades of Blue Sandra Adams
A Tall Ship Line Gauthier
Drowning In His Lust Dear Heart
Black Powder Maureen McGreavy
An Infamous Legend Jennifer Proxenos
The Warm Downward Spiral Lady Labyrinth
Many, many long years ago Tom Cunningham
Immensely Vast Chris Green
The Open Sea Ilene Bauer
There Is Such Heartbreak To See Timothy McGuire
Dancing with the Devil Silent One
By The Shifting Candlelight Gary Smith
What Must I Do Alexis Y
The Shadow on the Wall Darlene De Beaulieu
It Rained That Day Freddie Robinson Jr.
I’m on my way to the big time,
But first, a road trip with my friend.
We’ll drive through the desert, rain or shine
And make memories that’ll last ‘til the end.
I know exactly where I’m headed,
Straight to the city of Dallas.
Change is what I’ve always dreaded,
But my new life begins in Texas.
I have no clue what to expect,
But I am very excited.
If I make the squad, I’ll earn respect,
But first, I have to be invited.
It isn’t even a dream of my own,
To be a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
I’d rather just stop in San Antone,
Where my friend will, and stay with her.
I guess I’ll give it one real shot
Because someone (I can’t name) insists.
He just thinks the other girls are hot.
Oh, what the hell – his name is Chris!
Well, now you know my little story.
It’s a tale I’ll tell again and again.
I can’t wait to make some memories
With Michelle, my very best friend.
If in fact we are the same,
then there really is no one to blame.
You are like me,
I am like you.
We are as one,
just made up of two.
Inside of you,
I can see myself.
All my imperfections,
like a crowded shelf.
A reflection in the mirror,
a likeness of the past.
Awaken one morning,
to time flown too fast.
Real love’s touch,
seen only at a glance.
Once in a lifetime,
wish it could be a neverending dance.
All sorts of emotions,
thoughts entangled in your head.
Try to get some of it on paper,
before you go to bed.
This poem I wrote,
has no particular decree.
But I suppose if you got something from it,
then in fact you are, just like me.
Chris Witherspoon 10/16/13
How blonde he was! How smooth was his veneer!
My poor heart raced whenever he was near.
He was a wizard! His blue crystal eyes,
if fixed on mine, would surely hypnotize!
Did I turn crimson when he gazed on me
those first few times before obscurity
became my lot? How many months I pined
for something sweet I wished with him to find!
He’d wanted me! That was no masquerade.
Yet later, no attention was I paid.
He grew aloof and turned his face away,
while not opaque, my heart before him lay.
HIS heart was ebony and hard as coal.
I had to suture mine because my soul
felt close to death. Years passed. . . I chanced to see
him, but his eyes, cold glass, sliced right through me.
Dedicated to Chris F.
The man,
the actor, Will Smith,
turned himself
into a verb
with one stinging
"heard-around-the-world" slap
across Chris Rock's face
at the Oscar ceremony.
Whether he likes it
or not, he's now
a guaranteed verb,
at least in the eyes
of household-name rappers.
Some were Oscar attendees
Some were viewers.
Many watching from home
Quickly grabbed paper and pen;
They live for such moments.
I can see the rap lyrics now...
"Black on black, like Smith against Rock"
"Word to mutha, I'mma Will Smith the competition!"
"I done Smithed them wack MCs"
Oh, it's coming, believe me.
But from whom? Who will be first?
Drake?
Wiz Khalifa?
Eminem?
Perhaps Cardi B? Hey, you never know!
Stay tuned....
Assuming you're into hip Hop.
Date written: 04/08/2022
God,
In His infinite wisdom said:*
“Let there be light”
Then
He went on to create this spectacular world
For us to delight!
Man,
In his infinite "stupidity"** retorted:
“ Let there be darkness”
Then
He was set to destroy this marvelous world
With his mind's dim-witted starkness!
Now,
Man has the horrible consequence of his
Abominable crime to face
Which is no other than the obliteration*** of
Self-centered human race!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 APRIL 2014
*Genesis, 1:3
**“Albert Einstein said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”
*** On Monday, March 31st 2014, UN’s most sobering report
to date that was the result of a joint effort of 300 scientists
was published. It grew to 2,600 pages and 32 volumes.
The conclusions of the report are disheartening:
“We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,”
said Chris Field, one of the two principal authors of the report, and Rajendra
Pachauri, chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added:
“Nobody on this planet will be untouched by climate change.”
This means no man or animal on the planet, as well as the earth itself, will be
unaffected!
I will rise when you call my name
I will rise if I am old or lame
I will rise with you on high
I will rise even if I die
when Jesus returns
I will see your face
I will rise up into your heavenly place
I will see you on your throne
my father in heaven the one who calls me his own
when Jesus returns
everything will be as it should be
and we will be raised up with thee. Amen
got this message last night God will raise us up
and wrote this poem and inspired by the song
I will rise by chris tomlin
and another poem I read asking forgiveness of sins
hope this brings them comfort hope and know they have assurance.
Ezekiel 37:12
Therefore prophesy and say to them: 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: My people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel
John 6:39
And this is the will of him who sent me, that I shall lose none of all those he has given me, but raise them up at the last day.
John 5:21
For just as the Father raises the dead and gives them life, even so the Son gives life to whom he is pleased to give it.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17New International Version (NIV)
16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Amen
The academic
Chris Hedge is an active academic to the left of
Politics, who often lament that we common people know nothing about what the greedy Capitalists are up to when seeking wealth and more power treating us ordinary people like pawns in their evil monopoly game
Agree, to understand politics these days and understand what Chris says, we have to read and study a lot of literature that we, since we have to make a living have no time to do
Yes we do wonder why China is the enemy we like to buy their stuff and appears not to be a threat, I bought my son an electric bike, likes the bike also he likes TIK Tok which the government has banished as bad for viewers
We need someone, perhaps not as erudite as Chris Hodge, in a simple vocabulary, tell us what what’s going on
Tomorrow America is getting a new president
In the figure of Donald Trump, which we who
Liked to be entertained, rather like
He has already fixed the Gaza atrocities and
We wait for him to fix Ukraine to
He has also appointed Elon Musk to save the USA from waste of money, we are glad to hear that if it can lower the tax burden
At the moment we can do nothing but wait
I sense for most of the world it does not matter much who is the sitting president
First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with hope
Who fears the dark, enclosed spaces, yet feels fearless in the breeze
Who would like to see the masses succeed
Resident of home, a warm embrace, a tender touch
Surname
I found this structure boring and unimaginative and mundane in a world enriched with such flavoursome musings - I unapologetically ruined the form with pride and decided the words below were more entertaining for your reading pleasure... Enjoy me
An ounce of ratbag, a giggle, a bounce and slide,
she puts on her socks and polishes the floor with her moves,
the running dive onto the bed is never a question and she loves to sneak up and tickle.
Frosted grass, and a breaky sunrise eaten from the curb, delights her heart and inspires her mind.
Her one love - a child of impossibility - held on by hope; a chance to live, to laugh.
Intrigued by the landscape of colour, enlightened by touch, cleansed in a breeze.
A smile to light up the dark, delivers a truth profound, generous in love in all its forms.
A dancer in a world of statues, grounded and real, she will lift you up and hold you til your ready.
Musically, she paints the tragic world with grace, sensually depicting each space, raw and defined.
A family of separated ties has carved an independence so fierce she is rarely displaced.
Adopted by the masses, free in spirit she maintains faith, home is all she needs and finds that in many: a comfortable easy smile, a gift of coffee, an open door - embraced.
Loved.
A friendship gift, a unique beautiful ride, buckle up she's arrived...
17/10/2018
The world was on fire, no one could save me but you - "Chris Isaak - Wicked Game"
Yes, the world was on fire,
Set ablaze by those powers ruling over us all
And I, stood there,
Drenched in sweat,
Wanting to vomit, feeling suffocated,
Yet, full of life,
As I knew that you were there,
To haul me up onto those pink clouds
Drawn and painted for us both
By the Gods!
But you made it clear
That you would save me not
Choosing, rather, to be the prince charming
Of someone else,
And I, left to my own plight,
Could only look at the fires fearfully,
Wondering at how painful the pain of being burnt
Would feel!
But then, I chose to dive into those fires on my own,
As,
Our human stories in a fallen world,
Had already been written for us
Before we were even assigned a mortal womb
And if those powers had bid that it be so
Then
Why fight
Why cry over its spilt milk?
You could save me not
And I got engulfed in those fires,
They fell in love with me,
Made of me their own Queen,
And I rule now,
Over them,
As boldly as would a Goddess of Water
Knowing that better it is to follow
The course of fate,
Being after all,
A confused intelligence
Revolving in a meaningless world!
Written on 14 Feb 2020
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