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01/10/2021
Mis En Place'
(Everything In Its Place}
Arrange it all
Piece by piece
Step by step
Make your world fall in line
With the New Time.
Forget the Before;
Anticipate the After
There is no real moment aside from this.
Lay it all out
Day by day
One step follows another
One by one
Because there is no plan;
Moments march on
As you try to make yourself fill time constructively,
But you dither,
Because there's always tomorrow.
Day or night,
What does it matter?
You've oceans of time;
Drift through the dark depths
There's always tomorrow
Before you drown.
The invisible enemy
Holds us in its thrall
We hide from one another
We hide from ourselves
We face the endless days
Huddled in our huts,
Craving one another
Fearing one another
We shall of course come through this
Though who can say at what cost.
I hope in the end it will make us burn for connection,
To celebrate how unified we truly can be.
Let us learn from this the vast family we are,
Bound by blood and hope, refusing to submit,
As we so often do,
To the cold, indifferent judgement of Fate.
Grieve, yes grieve my Brethren,
For all the loss and all the pain.
Shatter the skies with your laments,
Make the gods shed bloody tears for us.
We will pass through this fire
Emerge purified;
Stronger yet.
This is Mankind.
We do not surrender.
Face the Truth, hold the loss
To your hearts,
Grieve and weep and let the sorrow
Burn into your bones - Yes!
But in the end,
Remember who you are:
Sapiens, masters of the world.
You will survive
You will prevail.
You will NOT submit to Anything.
My Brothers and Sisters,
Unite with me in common belief
That that which does not kill us
Makes us stronger.
Yes, this will slay many of our tribe,
Steep us deep in sorrow.
Embrace the pain of loss, show the gone-before
That we are stronger for our pain;
Show them we will fight to honor them.
We will not submit to this;
We will emerge the stronger.
The book of one's life has been written
The paths he has to walk on have been traced
The goals to be achieved have been chosen
The time of completion of the events has been set.
One has just to:
Read carefully and understand the plot of his book
Walk on the indicated paths and never deviate from them
Help materialize each of the goals set according to his abilities
And
Finally, be ready to accept what may come without complaining
For
Our Lord has given to each of us what it takes to participate, constructively, in the becoming of the cosmic order.
He neither coerces us nor allows us His divine plans to destroy.
He has given us freedom, but He also has set
inviolable universal laws to safeguard His creation
Thus
Whoever oversteps these cosmic laws will face the
consequences of his actions
In that case
One has to know that God is not to be blamed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2018
O yes, you are right in your way of understanding
But I do not stand still under your sleuth of thinking
You said, there has no meaning to your expression
But I’m the regular flow of the words game mission
Who is a poet, who is not, what poetry is- I don’t know
But as a human being, I have feelings to write and show
You said, there were missed many things for your grip
But I find all as usual I’m, though I’m not a poet of deep
Poet and poetry are spontaneous frequency of human
Where nature and time make the insightful light of pen
O dear critic, as a human I’m there in my natural veins
Though you are bothered by my creation but I’m sane
You can criticize, encourage, someone said- you can’t discourage
I say all can discourage me constructively so that renew my phase
March 13, 2023
In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.
Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.
Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.
With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.
Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.
Shove the lights up and reach high,
Forget about the bird, in the freezer:
Throw in the Celebrations, em, my,
Wrap ‘em all up until they’re cheerier.
Fight with the sim partner on money,
More is blessed when you’re tall,
Buy three birds in one, okay, honey,
Your technology is your best haul.
Figure into the jigsaw a caring chat,
No elderly person should be lonely:
Make the stocking up with its rich lat,
Including what they don’t need, only.
Settle down to hot chocolate, latte,
Once your journey along the street,
Is finished for today until the proxy,
Opens another door of giving greet.
Choose to sign your cards yourself,
Not the partner, bro, carer, printer -
Grin when you’ve delivered, stealth,
Posted, your presents to that bearer.
Give to the NHS worker massively,
A thank you from that room so lit, fit,
That relaxing room so constructively,
And to the carer who knows to sit.
‘Tis the season to venture out, do,
In cosy jackets to assist the walk,
Singing pop n’ classic Christmas mew,
Wearing jumpers with symbol talk.
must you shout, yell or point a finger in me?
ask, question yourself..
I know you are older than I am..
but must you do this, infront of other persons?
if I don't reply back that doesn't mean:
what your doing is fine..
whay your doing is respectful..
what your doing is
alright...
You are so proclaimed to be all perfect..
Don't you know you aren't..
for there are times I tell you..
have you admitted any of them?
what you just do is reason out..
and twist the situation though its obvious..
I refuse to shout as like you do..
As when I criticize, I do it constructively..
I talk in a manner that is respectful enough..
I try to pacify things before talking much...
by: olive_eloi
sept. 2, 2013
9:10pm
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"Criticisms makes you better or bitter.."
criticisms, refers to any comments a person says to someone..
criticize constructively
The world is a stage,
We are all thespians,
Same pulpit different speech,
Same director none can escape but different scripts,
Different roles and different accolades,
That's life so play your role right the universe got its camera zoomed on you.
We judge others forgetting we are in the same chapter.
We focus on the Protagonist forgetting we are Antagonists
and the roles are constantly switching thus tables turn,
One minutes you are the Villain , the next a Hero.
Make sure when the almighty director with the big screen watching us as we do our thing by the time he yells cut you contributed your art constructively.
The scene is yours , take an Oscar for it.
CAREFUL HOW WE LOVE
We must love so carefully,
though beautifully and spiritually,
Must ever love so prayerfully,
Making sure it’s truly love.
Love should not be secretly,
but publicly and accountably,
Not destructively, but constructively,
Take care for how we love.
Love should not be questionably,
but sacredly not untruthfully
witch’craftily, or evilly,
selfishly or deceivingly,
oh it’s unbelievably,
what’s passed off as true love.
Love is not what you say,
It’s more what you do,
Behind the back love, and to the face too,
Love doesn’t harm ...or ever lie to you,
If only you knew... what I know that you do,
You would be very careful,
So much more very careful,
We must all be careful
Careful how we love.
To the Ignorant in Chicago
By Franklin Price
3/12/2016
To the ignorant in Chicago and their organizers too,
Who gathered to cause mayhem, 'cause the Trump is not for you
That was not the way to do it. The way I now will note
Travel to the polls and have your say; give another one your vote
I know the first amendment; you've probably heard about it too
Tells of some rights and privileges that we have the right to do
Maybe you should read it and let the words sink in your head.
You may assemble PEACEABLY; not come for fear and dread
You may make your voices heard. The first amendment says that too
But to gather there for trouble, is not your right to do
Use that energy more constructively; be the vote who was the straw.
The straw that broke the camel's back, do not disobey the law.
Use your effort, voice and gathering to push the one for you
Convince as many as you can that they should like them too
Then go to the polls and vote. It's not your right to stay away.
The one who gets the majority will be the winner polling day
You can riot all you want, that really doesn't get things done
Democracy doesn't work that way; though you may think it's fun.
If you follow organizers who think disruption's part of it
That's not in the Constitution; not even just a bit.