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The “rinodemwiticus”
It stood proudly hungry
watching all the others sate themselves
promising them forever more.
It turned – I saw the other face
preening itself as it strode
through the debris of its
efforts to build a bigger nest.
I watched it struggle to sleep
wrestling with its duplicity,
doing battle with its multi-faceted
manic manipulation of the pillow.
In fitful sleep it flip flops on itself,
tells lies about the lies it claims
it never told. One voice shouts:
“I will save everyone from everything”
the other interrupts loudly:
“I will give everything to everybody.”
Six owls fell out of the trees
stunned by the depth of this “logic”.
The wolves took off their “sheep’s clothing”,
the fox moved into the henhouse,
the lamb looked at the lion and said”
“Don’t even think about it Leo.”
Chicken Little and The Little Red Hen
were led away in handcuffs.
The rotating head of the “rinodemwiticus”
contradicted itself continuously.
Soon the whole forest was aroar
with grumbling and fighting.
Christopher Robin hid the honey from Pooh,
Mary’s Little Lamb hooked school,
the Cookie Monster was “fat shamed”
into unemployment and depression.
And still the “rinodemwiticus” whirled
spewing its noxious vitriol on the
flummoxed masses lest it be seen
too soon to be the extinct two faced
aberration that it is.
4/3/2016
submitted to – A New Species – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
When Will We Wake Up?
I am So tire, Tire Of Racism
Tire of me hiding in the shadows
As if i was a Dog or a cat
because of how My skin,
my voice Look or sound Like
It not like i decided to be black
or when to a competition to have black skin,
or what ever skin, that is not point,
So i ask Again When Will man Wake up?
When Will they realize they can’t change
what is, but can adapt to what is
When will they learn that God Choose You Not Man will
When We they Know That You change what was meant
yeah i wonder When??
Tomorrow, when? In a million years or when?
When Exactly?
I long and thirst for the day when
Man Kind Finally Turn Into Kind Man
When We shall open not just our eyes
but our hearts to see beyond The Hue of man
When we shall open our arms to embrace difference
When We Shall see Beyond Differences
And Say Welcome Brother
Then to finally realize that we are all Human
Then to realize God doesn’t make Mistakes
Because I have learn We Rise by lifting others
For no moral Value Is greater Than Humanity
Who are we as human Beings?
if we ignore the Pain And Suffering of Others
Who are we or more Like What Do You Gain
Money, It Sad, because You will gain Money
You will Die Living Behind
So Humans Wake up,
Not everything that is faced can be change,
but nothing can be changed until it is faced
For there is nothing more truly Artistic
than to love people
Stop Racisms, Stop Scaring Youths
Stop Scaring Immigrants
Stop Scaring the Nation
Stop Killing Innocents
Stop Spreading Hatred Among Tribes
Stop this, Stop This Nonsense
Aren’t you guys tire
Because I am, My Vision of a World I want to Live in,
Is a World of Peace An Culture Diversity
Because I Believe Having a point of View is Very Wonderful,
But Enforcing it on others to destroy their inner peace is wrong
Humans have to learn to embrace the differences with love
To embrace the differences with Empathy, Shed the Duplicity
and take a step towards humanity
Unfortunately humanity Can Be quite Cold to those
Whose Eyes See the World Differently
Inside her room,
Inside her vase, my flowers stand
straight sheer in sight
lilac, magenta and saffron’s delight
bunched up in a bouquet, neat and tight
For I considered her my flower girl
even in sickness and vain
I anticipate from the 25th until the 15th or yell-
inside? outside?
higher,
No.
lower,
as they draw the Ace
away my eyes water and
suddenly flower and flour are the same thing
but why do I wilt whilst you expire, Teddy
Voila! kidneys are found in the back,
your hand rests at the bottom.
scribbles inside of the brain and a stabbing in the chest is forgotten
Instead I roll up my tongue.
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
Baneful Invitations
by Odin Roark
With so many invitations offered
He often graciously refused
Even as the ones he accepted
Colored him wary of power’s enticement
Seldom did he recognize the shadows
So caught in the obvious seduction
That cloak of safety
Forever capable of disguise
By allure’s chameleon
Into the years of light’s duplicity
The darkness that strove to rule
He wandered
Bereft of judgment
So unakin to wisdom’s path
Until
Worn sandals of search
Became unneeded
As the rutted paths
Washed out roads
Mapped futures
Disappeared
Such became his epiphany
That becoming one with
The nymph of his freedom-quest
Life’s tenacity
Like his own
Found solace from solicitation
Reclining amidst the tundra of austerity
Where honesty
Not manipulation
Integrity
Not duplicity
Flowered his blanket of comfort
Requests became gossamer
As his view from on high
Amidst fragrances sublime
Blinded eyesight’s temptation
Deafened hearing’s regret
Lifted the sense of being
Outside the once enticing prison
He could but gaze with wonder
Down there
Amidst the throngs
Invitations continued multiplying
Just as acceptance
Continued gorging itself
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.
Ours is the Choice
A land of hopes,
A land of fears,
A land of laughter,
A land of tears,
A land of love,
A land of hate,
A land of doubt,
A land of faith,
A land of joy,
A land of sadness,
A land of logic,
A land of madness,
A land of shame,
A land of honor,
A land of delight,
A land of horror,
A land of frankness,
A land of duplicity,
A land of justice,
A land of iniquity,
A land of light,
A land of darkness,
A land of wisdom,
A land of rashness,
A land of realities,
A land of dreams,
A land of philosophies,
A land of schemes,
A land of work,
A land of leisure,
A land of pain,
A land of pleasure,
A land of purity,
A land of dirt,
A land of life,
A land of death,
That is our world where we:
Live, work and fantasize,
It is up to us to make it,
Hell or Paradise!
Demetrios Trifiatis
©
When I look back on this year, 2020, a year that has been insane
I’ll remember all the heartache…I’ll remember all the pain.
I’ll remember a country that, if not careful, is sealing its own fate
divided by its anger…its bigotry, its suspicions, lies and hate.
I’ll remember the wildfires in the west that scorched many a forest…and plain.
I’ll remember hurricanes in the east and south that flooded us with rain.
I’ll remember praying the rain from those hurricanes…
that eventually ran out of names
would miraculously move to the west coast and help extinguish all the flames.
I’ll remember praying that the tears we shed from the sorrow and sadness we create
would be enough to extinguish...the fires of our hate.
Of course we can’t control the weather…wildfires and hurricanes will always be our fate
but we can control the way we treat each other…we can control our hate.
When a wildfire or hurricane wreak havoc on our land…
immediately we begin repairs…
but when hatred destroys another’s life all we do is add our tears to theirs.
But 2020 is not over yet and in the world I’l like to see us create
when casting my ballot this November…I will not vote for hate!
I will not vote for fire…for prejudice…for duplicity and lies
I will not vote for dishonesty wearing righteousness as a disguise.
I don’t know what side of this division you are on…
but I’m tired of these wildfires of hate causing so much destruction…so much pain.
so when it comes to this election…I’ll be voting for the rain.
So when I look back on this year 2020…
I can say it was the year of our transcending.
a year I was saddened at the way it began…
but am happy with the ending.
WE CAN STILL DREAM
“In a world where the stakes are higher”
We can still dream of living a calm existence
and know that when it comes time to say farewell
we can grin and take our memories with us to
where there is a heavenly paradise waiting for us
where there are no risks but love and all are similar
accepted and included.
So, in a world where the stakes are higher
why can’t every person be susceptible to compromise
in all regards and never prompt others to dislike them
nor for that matter turn around and despise those who
they caused to hate them?
Why can’t relations be had with out any kind of meddling
With out ruse and even with out duplicity of any kind
especially if one person has a child who needs more than
training and actually needs aid which a lone parent
might never be able to give? - for that matter why can’t
we all trust each other despite the conviction that some
citizens of this planet are not as honest as the rest of
us? – We can still fantasize, but why is that all we can
do?