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Written: July 7, 2025, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Quote: "Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul," By Rumi
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The horizons near me recall a sheet of sheaf,
Fluted and scattered, and perpetually in a reef.
Its touch, as a flame, may let me feel warm;
A fire fills the air as gentle curves swarm.
This nebulous life is like a perplexing riddle.
When you can't tell the truth, invent tittles.
Feeling lost and bewildered, in need of a muse.
Lacking focus, care, and dedication—I need to ooze.
The embers of my mind scream and wail,
Haunted by a toxic psyche of an endless scale.
The hysteria of an antithetical nature is bright.
Does it represent reality or a dream insight?
Detrimental sacrifices, and intergalactic mutation,
Exiled until the order's surviving progeny's creation.
Restricted to the outskirts of the universe,
Constrained by the one chosen to reverse.
Is it calm stillness or a deafening scream?
A fragment of me halts the spiraling dream.
Some aspects of my being are resistant,
Navigating a path of decay so persistent.
I almost caught a glimpse of you in my doorway,
Watching my chest rise and fall as I lay.
The vision of waking beside you feels so real,
Yet it's merely a phantom meant to alter my zeal.
A nebulous optimism paints the horizon shade,
One lovely poison and my redeeming blade.
Annihilated me in a gradual attitude,
Branding me with the striving for true beatitude.
Transforming the course of this ongoing strife.
Bear heed; we've erred in our embrace of life.
An intrinsic force swings toward nothingness.
Support the quest to regain our historic willingness.
Turning darkness into brightness,
Thunderstorms scuttle in the wilderness.
Crimson cascades swarm over azure nights,
A huge upheaval sweeps the cosmos sights.
Life pulsates with an electrifying rhythm,
As the horizon ignites undeniably bright!
This truth has weathered the test of time,
And everything shifts into an exhilarating sight.
Success
Short notice, but nevertheless focused.
Discouraged from all parts that reinvented me
Threw it away due to the detrimental pain and torture of the brain.
Here I was faced with a challenge couldn’t believe in myself.
Picked at the parts that create me
The parts that ate at me
Due to guilt left behind as I’m reminded back to the time, that moment
June 3rd, just wanted the success but yet holding onto discouragement
Wanting to be my best
Forgetting the rest
Using downplays and praises as my way through this phase.
God help me, bringing me to my knees 1 night before my biggest plead..
There and now I succeed.
Prince: Being in a place of unrest is rather confounding to the nature of the location when others describe the environment. For our person of the scholar’s cloth there lies the stone of fire and the pillars of the traveler.
Krishna: Pillar one teaches the person how they should live. This becomes a journey of looking into different states (beliefs) and applying them as living principles.
Prince: The dropbox of common dogma for one is not needed for the other. The dogma is detrimental as it denies the words of the Son. The dogma states about networking but destruction is the key to understanding when they apply their beliefs. They have been the classical, and modern Moral Orel’s in society.
Krishna: Pillar two is about standing for knowledge and learning to see people from the Locke perspective with the understanding of Maslow, Adler, Freud, Erikson, Spinuzzi, Bacon, Copernicus, Galileo, Pratarelli, Weber, Mohammad, Yeshua.
Prince: The knowledge pillar is the most critical to finding the answers to everything that is a problem of conformity, social disruption and foolishness. Maslow spoke about the hierarchy of needs in humanity. Siddhartha Gutama knew about this and called it Nirvana. Adler believed in holism as an understanding of the people. Tony Cassidy would write about this in 1997 from an environmental perspective. Everyone else would use the mind and universe to answer questions about our place and actions in the grand tapestry.
Krishna: Pillar three is about the knowing of the Self and not relying on others for the interpretation of the Self. Hearing the words of others should only be heard and not a full rewrite of the person. Not everyone will like the speaker as they choose to live in their excrement.
Krishna: The stone of fire is the love, dedication that helps them endure everything. It is the embodiment of Odin’s eye, the blood of the divine, the tears of those that can never be quenched by only one person. The stone is the testament to those that have been part of the journey. It tells of those that have betrayed the scholar.
Prince: All of this was learned at a place called Easy Place, where everything was a central hub that nearly overtook its name to becoming the ‘Forgotten Valor of the Soul.’
Krishna: The other pillars are of a different time for the traveler and of other statuses.
September 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 31-33
Key Verse – Ezekiel 31:10-11 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thou hast lifted up thyself in height, and he hath shot up his top among the thick boughs, and his heart is lifted up in his height; I have therefore delivered him into the hand of the mighty one of the heathen; he shall surely deal with him: I have driven him out for his wickedness.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SURELY DEALING WITH US
Praise be to God for surely dealing with us for our:
Self-exaltation against His glory
Self-righteousness against His grace
Self-sufficiency against His generosity
Self-pity against His goodness and guidance
Self-entitlement against His great governance
Ezekiel 32:16 Praise be to the Lord for instructing us to stay
in His will against sin-caused lamentation when we:
Disobey His declarations and designed duties
Defy His decrees despite defined demands
Deny His deity thru detrimental doubts
Decide against His directions
Disregard His delights
Ezekiel 33:22 Praise be to the Saviour for His
hand upon us to:
Guard us from wickedness
Grip us around His worthiness
Gear us toward worship by His Word
Goad us along His wisdom against worldliness
Grab us to His will against waywardness in the wilderness. Amen!
September 8, 2024
COME, MY BROTHER,
You asked me the other day, my friend, who
I am
I replied: I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what the color, creed, race, or status.
Look, I am born and die, suffer and enjoy, love and hate just
Like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a sister, a daughter, just
Like you.
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, peace to find I look for, just
Like you.
I yearn, I abhor, I fear, I hope, I bleed, I heal, just
Like you.
I believe, I doubt, I accept, I refuse, I laugh, I cry, just
Like you.
We are alike, we are the same, we are brothers, children of
A unique father.
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Why have we:
To oppose, to fight, to hurt, to destroy, to eliminate
One another?
Are our seas that narrow, the oceans that small, the lands so
Limited to contain all of us?
Or
Is it the case that our hearts are not big enough, and our minds are not
Wide open to enfold all mankind?
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Listen to me, my brother,
It is up to us to change the world we have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices, history and culture, sins and merits, and
Try to make it a better, nobler, kinder, and more caring world
By
Obliterating harmful beliefs,
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust
For to
Bring forth the dawn of a new loving world,
A world of acceptance, respect, justice, and of
Universal brotherhood
So as
With peace in our hearts, liberated would we be
From the past’s deleterious tribulations
That
For myriads of years have kept us apart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 OCTOBER 2013
I have never heard my mother express her love for my father.
Perhaps after having seven children, she lacked the energy to articulate those sentiments.
Many women convey their emotions through their unique forms of expression. I find myself questioning whether it was unwise to have loved someone deeply.
I composed a piece reflecting on the relationship between a mother and her sons, encapsulating the journey from birth to the conclusion of his life at the age of twenty-three.
The radiance that once brightened my countenance and the warmth that illuminated my caramel-colored cheeks is now a memory.
The fervent affection he expressed with his lips upon my own—my youthful body, darker than the night—was met with rejection of his desires. I find it challenging to forget the moment he chose to walk away.
As I transitioned into adulthood, I recognized that perhaps the relationship was not destined to flourish. Presently, I maintain a sense of calm, whereas in the past, I was unresponsive to his advances.
The poem I authored remains unpublished; it was not destined to see the light of day, constrained by the vulnerabilities harbored within my delicate heart.
I have observed the relationships of my friends with their partners, often characterized by disconnection and turmoil. Dishonesty, I believe, serves as a detrimental force in any relationship.
Despite my disdain for these dynamics, it is essential to acknowledge that my friends' choices can be misguided. When love and resentment intertwine, one often finds solace in creative expressions through poetry, song, or even retail therapy.
I pick up my notepad and find a sharp pencil
(Hope any comments won’t be too detrimental)
I scan the contest themes and hope I’m inspired
I’ll enter an old poem if I’m just too darn tired
I post my ‘best effort’ and hope that I win …
Yet ANOTHER N/A so I start hitting the gin!
With tears in my eyes I soup mail all my friends
There’ll be a ‘screwed contest’, will that pay dividends?
I finish the bottle, then scan the 'best new poems list'
My poem’s ‘pisadeered’, how my eyes start to mist
My masterpiece isn’t there - where has it gone?
It’s been cast into the realms of total oblivion
My eyes are now closing, I’m too sozzled to write
It’s well after midnight so I’ll bid you goodnight ....
I wake in the morning, dash to check all the lists ...
but with all the moaning on blogs… they no longer exist!
Inspired by Jerry T Curtis's POTD
07~25~16
What makes a home a home?
Is it because you are there?
Or someone there?
No
A home is a home when you can hang your hat down
and not afraid you will mess it up
A home is a home when you can walk around in your underwear
and not be afraid you'll be losing it
Losing what?
Lol
Who knows?
Your self control, inhibition, whatever...
A home is a home where you can express your feelings
and not be afraid that you will be judged
as too sentimental, detrimental, temperamental
judgemental
Lol
You are never that, are you?
A home is where you hang yourself to sleep
on the couch
and do whatever
where you are perfectly fine in your own world
come whatever what may
You don't stir up for nothing
Yeah
I hope you can be like that
Anywhere you go
Because a home is not a home
if it's not in you
Welcome home, baby
I know I am
:)
Catch 22 was fiction
Appealing to a humour like mine
But there was nothing very funny
About Section 69.
The army ran on regulations.
Obey them and you'd be fine
But, beware of that ubiquitous
Queens Regs Section 69.
Devised for situations
Where no others would fit
It took daring luck and skill
To wriggle out from under it.
If they wanted to get you
And couldn't find a way
Section 69
Was brought into play.
Conduct Detrimental,
Which was never defined,
Conduct Unbecoming,
All under Section 69.
A face that didn't fit,
A body deemed too tall,
It didn't really matter
69 covered all.
Two left feet,
A big hairy nose,
Sticky out big ears,
Yes it covered all those.
Every single squaddie
At sometime would meet
That fanatic disciplinarian
With his blank charge sheet.
The only defence really
Was to outrageously lie
if the CO was in good mood
It might just get you by.
So many situations
That were hard to define
But in the end there was always
Good old Section 69.
Catch 22 was fiction
Appealing to a humour like mine
But there was nothing very funny
About Section 69.
24/7 round the clock coronavirus (COVID-19) coverage
Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare
constant detrimental exhortation
buzzfeeding populace analogous
to pollination instinctively
wrought courtesy bumblebees
to help combat
mortal pandemic disease
explaining governmental freeze
industries shuttered just ask jeeves
who will corroborate
deadly symptoms characterized
by severe chills inducing knocked knees
stricken unfortunate victim
beseeches with plaintive pleas
as their feverish body temperature
surpasses bajillion degrees
innoculation looms closer on horizon
as fatigued learned scientists squeeze
every detail how coronavirus (COVID-19)
transmitted, disseminated, contracted...
moost definite deadly germs spread,
when one and/or individual doth sneeze,
meanwhile palliative care workers seize
every opportunity to appease
tortured souls (suffering
worse fate than death),
plus plumb depths how said microbes'
molecular and/or atomic biochemical keys
activate, integrate, propagate...
painstaking labor to scrutinize and tease
burning midnight oil exhaustive energies
altruistic individuals ofttimes sustaining
their weary lovely bones
with crackers and cheese
moost likely forgoing adequate sustenance
also robbing sleep slowly
transforming them into zombies
apropos trailing appellation
describing unnaturally surreal spooky
haunting spectre as people
perish in twos and threes
mystery if initial epicenter
pinpointed among Chinese,
or perpetrated (my hunch) perhaps by aliens
slightly resembling infinitesimal
peace loving groovy hippies
pervasive during nineteen sixties.
Quarantine a dolt
Matthew Scott Harris got nowhere to bolt!