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I’ve spent Many nights laying in the dark
This time is a period of self-reflection
A journey that I’m all too terrified to embark
I’m naked on an examination table, performing my own dissection
My insides are poisoned with abhorrence and self-doubt
I cannot see the good in myself
I know this can’t be how you hoped I’d turn out
My spot for accomplishments and good deeds is but an empty shelf
I can put my all into becoming someone better
I start to be happy and enjoy the finer things
Then I wake up in a sweat and loo down to see the fetter
It seems as though I never severed the strings
This cycle of mine is a never-ending tale
I open myself up and hope to be contented
Then I let the sorrow creep in and make my efforts derail
I have cursed myself to be forever tormented
Despite my lachrymose state
I will always keep pushing ahead
I will not allow this suffering to be my fate
I will my dreams with hope as I sleep peacefully in my bed
It appears the deeper we dig in the soil,
The foundation becomes clear about deceit.
As reinforcing rods look to be twisted,
Around all this compromised concrete.
Can the true nature be found in the footings,
That support this structure, constitutional?
While the layers have been crushed & compacted,
Leaving partisan levels to the judicial.
This search involves difficult fact-finding,
Tearing down walls with its demolition.
Where multiple efforts have progressed,
Seeking any fault to unearth by prosecution.
The finished product can hopefully resolve,
Massive tensions that are seen above ground.
While these cracks in our legal foundation,
Can be repaired to keep democracy sound.
Impeach - The Constitution
By Franklin
12/05/2019
The Judiciary Committee has hearings to impeach.
The House is at it once again to extend its power reach
They brought in several experts, ones the Constitution teach
To tell us, We the People, why they're trying to impeach.
Why impeachment was included, when the Constitution signed
To tell us why they're being fair, the concept blows my mind.
Four experts were seated and were sworn to the truth.
Should have had them separate, each in a sound proof booth.
All had the best credentials, as presented at the start.
As the questioning progressed , leanings came out from the heart
Three quickly in agreement with committee leadership
They offered their opinions and were shooting from the hip
The fourth was there for eyewash for the others on the right
Three to one is not good odds, when coming to a fight
Committee member inquisitions, asked only questions to their own.
Both sides made it obvious. It made me piss and moan.
I watched for several hours, thought it mostly was a joke
I'm not a man of politics, I'm only common folk
I have my own opinions of what the Donald did
Has made some really stupid moves, been acting like a kid
He's not a politician, was not wanted there to play
There was talking of impeachment, before his swear-in day
There has been no hesitation in their efforts to impeach
Have even heard they have sequestered toilet paper in his reach.
No matter, he's the president, for all, he is our own.
The latest is impeachment for conversation on the phone
Really? Is that all you are good for? Know your worth!
This is to bring awareness to outside relationships, cheaters, settlers, people who prefer to settle and have relations with someone who is in a relation with another. They do not respect nor care about the damages, affects, or consequences that can result from cheating or having an affair. Whether male or female, it applies to both cases.
If you are knowingly cheating with a married man, you are agreeing to contributing to being a person who administer “Roadside Assistance.” You are called upon when he is “Broke Down,” even if it’s just a minor breakdown. When he is broken, mad, sad, or had a lover’s spat with his wife, he runs to you for assistance and you accept the role as the mechanic. When he is having problems with his starter (yeah his wife), and his starter is acting up, he should make efforts to find out what the problem is and the solution to fix it. That does not mean to go out and get a new starter.
Understand this ladies, he doesn’t really want you, want you, he just needs a lil assistance to temporarily get his mind off the one he truly loves, the one he’ll never leave you for. So let’s say for instance he has a flat, yeah, he’s losing air, he’s got a slow leak, he’s running out of gas, he’s feeling down and he calls you cause he needs assistance. And what do you do when he needs assistance? You assist. You nurture, you cook, you listen, you sex, you pump him up, add fuel to his tank, fix his flat and then he drives home. Yes, home, home to his wife. Your house is not home. Did you think your house was home? Really?
Girl STOP! You are just somewhere he pulled over to the side to get a quick fix, a jump, an oil change, a tune-up…
STOP! JUST STOP! STOP, STOP, STOP!
Stop being on call providing 24 hour Roadside Assistance.
Shake that ssh... off and turn on them headlights, the ones that’s on inside your brain. Change your way of thinking and KNOW your worth!
You are not half of a woman that deserves half of a man. Don’t settle for a piece of man just to say you have a man. You are not no second string, no boo, no side piece, no shorty, no lil chick, no mistress, no fling, no bit..h, no whor$…
YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE A QUEEN and you should be treated as such. You are so much more worthy and deserving of better!
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who have deliberately put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Avenger of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada, when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, I was making efforts to raise consciousness to save Mother Earth. "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER, NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
I was visiting the Dixie Poetry Service
And I must be honest, you see
Something there, was making me nervous
For they, were making more money than me
A challenged was made and the gauntlet was laid
Though many stepped up to the plate
They were having a time with a difficult rhyme
While an orange, laid still as of late
They all took a turn, then suddenly learned
That their efforts have, met with disaster
For rhyming of words, I thought they've all heard
That "I" am truly The Master
Y’all, step aside, and you shall see
How a Master rhymes with an orange
I stand in my kilt and before it can wilt
I place it with care in my Sporran ..............Ha lol
Nailed it in 15 Jer O Matic (The poetry machine)
she described her work as creating creatures
using her efforts to summon the greatest fear
of people
she wanted her audience to believe her
and she wrote with an effort to
envision the deepest and darkest
feeling of fear and loneliness
the author paints the canvas
so that a world might see
the monster as she wishes them to
see it
she once said this person was
so easy to exploit that she could photocopy and paste his image
on whatever she wished him to be
and those who hated a creature would back
her efforts from her doings
gossip would generate enough fear
to have people looking for this image
and finding what he did
mean spirited and wrong
even if he was right and real
she made certain issues subject of debate
and had those who were his support
unraveled by speaking of him as someone
who could influence others to be part of
his doings
she created new words and gave them definition
adding colorful expressions and jabbing
at his position
with his significant to
undermine what he wished to accomplish
they smiled and lied enough
supporting him
and at all times were ambitious enough
to find his replacement
might this monster
stand before the new beast
and war
an entertaining sort shall
find my
enthusiasm strong enough
to make issue with everything he does
i got to know
are you this woman
I gotta know: guess gotta know!
You
stood by my side
tall
unafraid
unyielding,
a tower of
strength!
You were:
my doctor
my mother
my sister
my nurse
my paramedic
my guardian angel.
Ready you were:
to oppose the invading virus
to protect me, your child,
to cure me
to save my life.
Day by day
night after night
vigilant you stood
depriving yourself:
of sleep
of food
of your family.
Little by little
your efforts paid off
the enemy retreated
I recovered.
Jubilant you were
ecstatic
shouting for joy
for
having rescued me from
death's embrace.
I left the hospital
returned home:
to my wife
to my children
to my family.
A few days later
I tried to contact you
to show my appreciation
for your many sacrifices
and
to thank you for offering me
the gift of life
Alas
you were not there.
They told me you had passed away
victim
to the disease, you had fought against
for to cure me.
You had left they said
for a better world
a world,
where our Lord of love a special place
had reserved for you:
His newly declared saint!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 March 2021
www.unwomen.org/en/news/stories/2020/11/announcer-international-womens-day-2021
*UN Women has set the theme for International Women’s Day, 8 March 2021 (IWD 2021) as, “Women in leadership: Achieving an equal future in a COVID-19 world.” The theme celebrates the tremendous efforts of women and girls around the world in shaping a more equal future and recovery from the COVID-19 pandemic
I dedicate this poem to all women and girls who have fought the invading enemy and especially to those who fell victims to COVID-19. R.I.P.
Tilting at Simplicity
William of Ockham
Harbinger of today’s
“Occam’s razor”—
His simplest solutions
Bespeak not always
Accurate conclusions.
A Simple Simon
Binary approach
Style vice logic
Solutions not always
Truest to measure
Requires real
Human variety.
Heuristic methods
Abound—of course
Tied to many
Scientific efforts
But how about
The Messy?
The Complex?
Simple rationale
On each conclusion
May be suspect
With only barest of
Variables considered.
Take your pick—but
Use your intuition
The easiest aren’t
Always most correct
Use common sense too!
When in doubt
Trust yourself
Keep objectivity
Fail not to ponder
The complex too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(September 14, 2015) (Accentual Meter)
Login’s For Me, Me, Me!
Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit,
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session,
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit,
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision.
So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen,
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede,
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been.
I change my login each time a new carer starts,
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering,
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts,
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring.
I can only change my passcode a certain few times,
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber.
It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal,
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation,
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal,
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!