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If you’re a carpenter,
You can fix it with a hammer and nail
If you’re a captain,
You can get there with a crew and a sail
If you’re the warden,
You can lock it up inside of a jail
Everybody got a solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
If you’re an analyst,
You can lay it down on your couch
If you’re an activist,
You need only march and shout
If you’re an anarchist,
Go on and burn the city down
Everybody got a solution...
Biased perspectives --
Hidden objectives --
Static images in a prime lens
Our various stances
Across the same plane
Decide how each ray of light bends
If you’re a scientist,
You can theorize and postulate;
If a Creationist,
We been kicked outta the garden by fate
A sado-masochist?
Should be no problem keeping a date
I’m no romanticist --
I’m too old to stay up this late
Everybody see the solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
They are some things that are not good
being harmful sinful to lead us away
but God has given us His famous ten
commandments to lead us in the true way
God is to be our God and only Him
with no graven image to bow to
taken never in vain the Lord's name
keeping the Sabbath holy and true
Our father and mother we must honour
never to enter our minds and thoughts to kill
be faithful to one's love not seeking another
never to steal this truly being God's will
Make sure no lie comes from your mouth
have no covetous spirit in you ever at all
these are God's commandments for our good
so make sure to be obedient and not to fall
Learn to fear God with due reverence
this your duty showing love for your Lord
bowing heart and soul to Him alone
His blessings will come your way in accord
(Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind." Ecclesiastes 12:13)
1.
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much though
Decided in man’s life to interfere
2.
For He has observed Man’s mistakes
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation
Act with which God can never agree
3.
So the Lord has most recently chosen
The book of life before long to reprint
Revising certain of its very old chapters
While others out will leave, He has hint
4.
The concern of humans is now to know
Which chapters the book will not contain,
Which are going to be, somehow, revised
And which intact will forever remain
5.
What was heard through the vine though,
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity
That made our almighty Lord and creator
To finally exclude the chapter of humanity
6.
The reason our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion
7.
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet
And stop behaving like a dim-witted buffoon.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 July 2021
*The planet's average surface temperature has risen about 2.12 degrees Fahrenheit (1.18 degrees Celsius) since the late 19th century,
Most of the warming occurred in the past 40 years, with the seven most recent years being the warmest.
Last week temperatures in Canada rose to 50 Celcius and more than 50 Celcius in Siberia.
** According to UN “We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical, ” and that “Nobody on this planet
is going to be untouched by it."
I’m visiting the Manor with the paranormal society
It’s said to be haunted; I’m filled with some anxiety
The Duke was murdered, bringing his lover notoriety
With bloodied hands she’s found guilty of impropriety
The Manor is so spooky, at one time it looked so grand
I startle as the door slams, my boyfriend holds my hand
I shiver when the key turns, there’s something underhand
Being locked in the old Manor wasn’t something I’d planned!
The windows are all boarded up, I’m feeling quite unsure
He tells me not to worry; we can exit from the back door
Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, they’re something I abhor
I wish I’d never agreed to go on this ghost hunting tour
Members wander off in pairs to the renowned haunted zones
Detection equipment is set up; to pick up creaks and groans
We know we must be quiet and talk in such hushed tones
Suddenly our hand held scanners pick up wails and moans
The floorboards begin to creak; we hear footsteps in the hall
A dust covered portrait of the Duke suddenly falls off the wall
Hairs stand on the back of my neck and my skin starts to crawl
I’ve come to the conclusion I don’t like ghost hunting after all!
Tonight’s paranormal activity has given me such a dreadful fright
We hurry down the staircase; my face has turned a ghastly white
Our torches light up the entrance hall and to our great delight
The huge wooden door swings open and we escape into the night!
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Be naked with me, while you leave the thoughts of your soul behind on my pillows and sheets
And since your departing with the personal go ahead and leave the past behind like your shadow post meridian
Because last week keeps you weak a kind of blindness for the aspiring and meek
Taking off your clothes one by one, leave your skin vulnerable with me
Start by kicking off your shoes that keep secret where your mind runs when the darkness comes
Then slide off your shirt because it’s hiding your hearts true desires
Next move to your pants as they only hide where your legs have been
Let my teeth remove your under things concealing the bare, private, and concrete vault of what your eyes wished to see in place of reality
Last remove your socks that cloud the free minds from seeing the hearts that tasted your gold
Be uncovered and unguarded with me like arrows shot through rose petals on the bed
Be powerless and let me take over to give you strength
Be open from the roots to the floor as we move from wall to wall to the conclusion Jericho
Be nude because I want to see it all, I love it all because it brought me to you
Be naked with me so, I plus you can be we leading to a new transparency
p.s. now as you get dressed there will always be some of me underneath, our new heart beat…
Lucifer laughs in their atonement.
Heckling his own cackling,
impossible to hide his unimaginable merriment.
The Anti-Saviour, savoring every last bit,
his eyes teary.
Of his satire, the play by play,
holding the pit,
of his aching stomach, adding savoir faire,
mixed with old Saint Nicks way.
Lucifer stops to sip a smoothy sarsparilla.
Savagely mocking the scene,
popping up his drink umbrella,
with eyes crossed and ablaze.
"This is neverending!" he gleams.
No remorse, for the Ultimate Sin.
To God, never a thought.
"Ever defiant to what once was, given you"
By your own venom-
You thumbed your nose, loving loves life-not.
So in venom is how you'll be,
in Hell's ice box.
If only,
I had made different choices in life;
and followed other paths,
would my journey been better?
Would there be less pain and sorrow,
oh, I often wonder about if only;
I had done this or that- said something,
or not said something, would it matter ?
Maybe,
I would not have married so young;
not have had a dead baby,
why did I not see that my dad was sick.
I could of stopped working to care for my mom.
not be the one to turn off her live support;
someone else could have,
why was I the only one with courage?
Sometimes,
I wonder why people turn away from me;
to break my heart,
what was my flaw, what did I do?
I have come to the conclusion,
that sometimes people come to teach us;
they were never meant to stay,
yet, the lesson is often hard to understand.
_______________________________
August 4, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Why
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1275-473-03
All Rights Reserved,2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, If Only, Maybe, Sometimes
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Analogue Dialogue
When one experiences the Past looking forward
And views the Future through a long-gone lens
Moments change over the ticking of timeless time
It’s not a race but steady steps pacing reflection
Tim ponders digital progress in restless confusion
Watches through hands of an old-fashioned watch
Winds down his arrest winds it up every so often
Beautiful precision handed down from his grandfather
An ancient time piece and manual from another world
He caresses memories novelty progress’ regressions
Regrets not that cherished instants have passed on
He hears listens and answers absorbs and condenses
The worn leather strap braces together held meaning
As the face dials fortune foretells what cannot be lost
While the crown creaks rusty and unwilling to budge
Something breaks under his fingers shouts ‘Stop it'
'You fool are trying to enforce your silly impatience
I am delicate and precious have my very own stride’
‘Conquer your own battles and leave me pristine for a while’
Confusing perspective with vigour Tim had overturned
With one last twist in unwilling frustration such an
Imperturbable wisdom that force yields gentle compassion
His children smile not with remnants of Schadenfreude
Had he not forgone their obvious spinning conclusion
That one must go with new wonders and scions of science
But Tim wields new resolve in repair of himself and his analogue ticker
30th July 2018
Each of us is born the main persona
in the narrative of his or her own life.
Through ever-changing atmosphere,
supporting characters and diversity of settings,
we help to mold the rising action of our own tale.
A great variety of characters abound in our stories.
Some of them, bright pennies tossed into existence,
spin wildly on exploits which make for
the most gripping of preliminary chapters.
However, their denouement is hard to guess.
Others, silver dollar, sparkle too,
but in a much less compromising way.
I suppose most of us could fit into that category.
Giddily we dance through early life’s events.
Then on and on we go, unraveling our plot,
striving always for happily-ever-afters.
A smaller group, Olympian, glide like skaters
on ice. Not only blessed, they are also driven.
Their chronicles inspire us; they are gold!
Others, although colorful, when held up to the light,
they are shown as counterfeit, the perpetrators of pure fiction.
A few, by fate and nature not so blessed, may court insanity,
or at the very least, create confusion
with their crises that seem to come unceasingly
yet often fail to find resolution.
Possibly, if given a good polishing,
they could be diamonds in the rough!
There are others who are the spawn of a society gone wrong.
They stalk our paths, as unfeeling as assassins.
The pages from their lives can horrify.
However, those who wield great power
are also often morally corrupt, and
if their stories live on, it’s in infamy only.
These types of souls are nothing but
cold, hard cash, and paper burns or crumbles
in the end.
A final group is joyless.
Given something . . . giving nothing back,
they hoard the talents God gifted them.
They wonder woefully why no one wants
to open their books to even read
the parts that once had held some promise.
For them it would be better to have been
a rusting copper penny in dread of its own conclusion
than even an evil-doer whose story titillates
and at least gets read.
Against our better judgement, time is stilL
Not enough, or work turns to confettI
Our aim is with our allies best efforT
To bring change that will bring us closer tO
Help us with our peace negotiatioN
Enable both our borders are aplomB
Reduction of troops and armaments tO
Create a stable front, and in effecT
Abuilt trust, opened borders accomplisH
New trades, industry, as well as financE
Deals, with both our allies, that will opeN
Landing and shipping rights be establisheD
Eventually, a world without borderS
Glad to have drawn that conclusion, ratheR
It being a ravaged world full of strifE
Victlms and their annoying agendA
Exstablishing their rule of law and wilL
Power, which makes you an academiC
Entity, in golf terms; stuck in the rougH
And now, we’ll check our acadamiA
Clearly, the above outline, is real kee N
Edifies righteous moves that were insynC
And the name of the game is always: PEACE