Long Consequently Poems
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Enemies Of My Breath.
Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!
With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.
Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,
As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!
Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!
Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.
Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.
As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes.
As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!
As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts!
Yes my liege has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.
~Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Quoth felon fate t' nosy nature -
savoring sapid strays punctured.
Worn winds for eerie eavesdrop tarr':
"Why oft does thou nurse salty scars?"
Nosy nature hewn smooth visage
'to a sassy smirk - crushed chins' sway.
Ergo writ she ñ plagued papyrus,
torn tallies acumen smothers.
Fate anon her equipage husked
a" h' nosy nature's lured lotion gulped.
Ergo went h' with th' eerie empress,
t' apt agora leased b' swoon's interest.
Athwart dangled tamed twain 'cross track,
'n' fate hith'to ñ nature's lackey manned.
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Note:
a) of nature and fate.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Quoth - said
ii) Tarr' (tarry) - waited
iii) Oft - often
iv) Visage - face
v) Ergo - then/consequently
vi) Writ - wrote
vii) Anon - immediately
viii) Equipage - Military dress
ix) Husked - undressed
x) Agora - a place of gathering
xi) Swoon - infatuation
xii) Athwart - from side to side
xiii) hith'to (hitherto) - till now
xiv) lackey - manservant
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) t' - to
ii) 'to - into
iii) ñ - on
iv) a" - as
v) h' - he
vi) th' - the
vii) b' - by
viii) 'n' - and
“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle
The aurora borealis glowed above us,
Beckoning us to the stars,
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,
microgravity becomes our new reality.
stardust speckles our skin,
creating an ethereal glow.
I’m lost in your soul's windows,
diving into your solar plexus,
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.
As our lifetime dissipates,
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.
A story I will relate to you, my dearest friends, today
A story that was, is, and always would remain true
For that try this narration to your children to convey:
Once upon a time, when nothing but the Chaos was existing,
The Lord of spiritual consciousness was sitting peacefully
On His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth,
No oceans, no rivers,
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity He was
Happy with His existence.
Suddenly, the thought of sacred motion was felt deep down
In His essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred from its core outwardly
Consequently, separating the light from the darkness and all
The other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time.
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to
The Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars, and all
The other planets.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this formation
God thought that holy it would be to inhabit every place
For that out of himself cut billions of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate
The cosmos.
That was the way, my dearest friend, the souls were beamed to
Manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life,
By radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
So, as they passed from the spiritual, the mental, and the astral
Finally materialized, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 June 2021
Ill Advised
Giving advice to someone who may be suffering from an illness.
Being advised by somebody who is considerably ill.
A poor choice made as a direct result of an advisory made by an incompetent advisor.
A mere mistake made by this so called ill advised individual.
Super dope actions or action carried out by a wicked sick, dope super person.
A recommendation to do Ill will in a multitude of ways.
A commonly used phrase that is fairly cliche and consequently lacks charisma and originality.
As for me, I think that being ill advised is so sick that I would consider it as a super dope compliment.
I am all sorts of:
Ill Advised
5/28/17
life is a thin ladder its actors climb.
No matter how they climb,
Some will watch other's tails as they follow steps.
You might see another going farther with speed,
But that shouldn't impel the eyes to wake greed.
Instead, watch attentively the finesse of his legs .
Learn and direct your steps.
For when greed wakes, it connives with the mind.
The end result is always 'pull him ' .
The hands implement Greed's dream .
As the hands pull, the legs come to a stand still.
That one whose legs you pull has his hands holding the ladder while you attack.
If you apply force, then you have to pave way for him to move back.
Consequently, you both will retrogress.
Thus switching your mind from success.
So Irrespective of how you pull, he will never be behind you.
Why not wish he moves for you to follow?
When he gets to the peak, just a stretch of his hand will also make you a hero.
Remember whiles some are behind you, others are also at the bottom waiting to climb the ladder.
Time and patience really matter.
So climb higher but don't pull.
For pulling makes you a weak actor not a bull.
Life is a ladder
The Simple Faith.
At school, we had bible classes
but our religious learning was based
on the New Testament
The Old Testament was kept away from
us as it was vile and long knives
God was not so much in the picture
other he was Jesus's father
that he was a son of the virgin Mary was
not what we were asked to think of
consequently, we knew nothing other
then the name of Jesus' disciples
the cruel Romans and coward Judas
I often thought of god, still do, and
found not believing in anything was
wrong as nothing in itself is a belief
My naïve faith was simple when I do
It is a good thing my conscience feels
clear it is good who lives within me
who tells me right from wrong
his view has never brought me fame
very little money I can live that but
sometimes wish the lord had made
me clever in business affairs
When I die, my soul will join other
souls as a mass, like a friendly cloud
shield you a hot August day and will
when the world is about to fall into
an abyss will help to restore the truth
We all have our bad days, challenges and woes
some worse than others with dark depressive lows,
To soar along from the wrong we must not cease to do
as only through the bad in life we see the goodness too.
We all have our poor days with pain that can be tough
consequently thinking we truly had enough
Though when you feel defeated and think you may not last
there’ll always be tomorrow with problems in the past.
Whilst we’re here upon our Earth our bad days will remain
where life has taught us many things only to sustain
The very best we are blessed bringing peace and pleasure
naturally resulting in our good days we all treasure.
TEMPEST AND SHIPWRECK
The sea and oceans sways,
Being calm at times,
And erupting like a volcano many a time,
Roaring like a lion In the world,
But it lasts for a while and vanishes.
The sailor that mans the ship,
With his entire crew in the ship,
In mind to take her to a destination,
But the course changes,
Consequently the Captain anchors in the ocean,
Till the tides paves way for the vessel to pass.
When the tempest intensifies,
The dolphins hops in and out of the water,
Being excited in the midst of tempest,
And hops happily till it lasts.
Good or bad as it seems to be,
The condition of life tosses us to and fro,
But in all everything will be alright,
Therefore lets look unto our creator,
And be happy.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019, JAN 29{whatsapp 07061816037}
Peace sets its tide,
On which I ride...
For joy to glide,
Without an hint of pride,
Before fate gets to guide
Chaotic ocean that was once calm:
Peaceful aplomb-
Its tides becalm,
Like a holy and soothing psalm,
After been tried out with a bomb.
Consequently shifts not yet in rage,
But calm rage's gauge-
Put its weight in cage,
Such is a doing of unspoken sage
Whose acts are sealed offstage!
Despite its ocean's waves colliding...
Yet crash forces abiding,
To pull unto subsiding,
Moving strikes in anguish dividing...
An influential check cum deciding-
Far away the bright and shining sun,
I choose never to shun,
The game's bait of fun...
Deep in heart's depth, silent scopes run,
Mind's melody unto the cool moon undone...
Not minding the rhythm of the song,
Or the beats along...
Been right nor wrong,
But to find happiness even with a gong,
Wherever it finds a life to remain young.
Then I discovered how greed; unfulfilled,
Gets many killed...
Though some skilled,
Lead others astray when disruption drilled,
What contentment can never rebuild.
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