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Rather than crank up the heat...
and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."
I bundle with layers to stave off cold
energy efficiency drilled courtesy
me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled
now ewe best heed following suggestion
wool worth 3d printing than wearing
a sheep doubled over
along dotted line to fold
cuz expending (fossil fuel)
leaving carbon footprint
would immediately being lectured
by ecology conscious eldest daughter,
(a University of Pennsylvania
biomedical engineering alumna)
who would mildly scold.
Myself and thee missus holed up
here within Highland Manor Apartments
(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)
we're here moost every cold December day
sipping warm cup
of our favorite beverage
exotic coffee latte brew
suits this muttering pup
actually yours truly
a doggone ole
long haired pencil necked geezer.
He can be found moost any given warm Green Day
shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams
overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray
occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray
heating inside cozy nook,
though outside temperature brisk,
nevertheless for winter quite balmy
while I sit here heavily clad,
hence yours truly quite toasty within
perfect weather for wedding,
especially one hashtagged December/May.
After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset
occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet
black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)
whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet
dollars to donuts impossible mission
to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt
necessary to pay the sandman,
who knows maybe you gotta get get
comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious
state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas
analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,
where divine creator
conjuring Nirvana and/or
a place called Willoughby
if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.
LIES
Dragging even the arm of the wind
Into the deepest depths of hell
We rise again as Spring breezes
Into the skies of knowledge
Into the highest holiness of heaven
Where innocence once violated
Is regained
PEACE
In a return home before the rape
Beyond a God forsaken past
Beyond the will that never was
That never formed an “IS”
A forgotten verb
In ungrammatical poison
Rising up from
DARKNESS
Unstuck from the glue of possession
Flowing out of monstrous fraud
Too big to fill any screen of eternity
Too vast to understand
Even within the context of depravity
Kidnapped and raped
And dragged across the face of Earth’s
ABYSS
Raw flesh hanging over
The flames of the eternal fire
Of the lake between the continents
Rising out of devastating wickedness
A mutilating mind of gross error
Of rage and vengeance
Filling a hard disc with
VIRUSES AND LOST FILES
Now healing
In convalescence
On the other shore
Of purification and repentance
Of sins of retribution mine and theirs
All payment is fully made
With Christ’s ransom every penny paid
A RELEASE
Into the prepared garden
Stretching out from the doorstep
Of the borrowed landscape
Over the dew laden delay of dawn
Into a final rest
In the “athletic sunlight”
Of the Elysian fields
GARDENS
Beyond the prison house
Beyond Hell’s creatures
Cancelled by truth
Making a bridge over the precipice
Above the infinite pit
Held aloft by pillars of love
Covered in vines of orphan’s soulful songs
"This be a many seasons,
More than just four;
There is another one...
So!
Heaven is the 5th season
Lo! This the 5th seasons
Past winters reasons
A bliss of ever so pleasing
Heaven at bliss I’m witnessing
Winters terrain coldest season with shorten days
Marked frozen covered in snow Further away from the equator
Heaven is the 5th season
Spring season vegetation appears
In the northern hemisphere from March to May
Feast of blossoms
Turning into heated hot burning season summer
A time of harvest gathering of crops Weather dry ever so hot
Longer day’s nights shorter during this season
Heaven is the 5th season
Season autumn fall becomes dying grounds trees falling leaves
Autumnal equinox day and night equal in length
Temperatures vary little Polar Regions autumn very short
Yet so perfect the weather Season of Heaven
Skies a vault which the sun, moon, stars and planets are situated
Heaven is the 5th season
His invisible nature Assigned to one of 3 degrees of Glory
The story of the season of Heaven Holy
Celestial Kingdom
Our hearts and minds spirits filled with joy and wonder
Dwelling In the Father’s season forever
No more storms, rains, heated days and nights
Heaven’s seasons an Elysian Fields
Everything now evermore eternally beautiful
Streets pave of Gold
Heaven is the 5th season
Heaven place where God Our Lord Jesus,
angels some of humanity calls home
Those who practiced repentances,
Those who die in the state of belief and grace
After a period of purification
Lo! This the 5th season
Heavenly streets pavement of purest gold
I want to want on and be in a environment
Where it no longer rains, storms or snows
This new domestic happiness
New season paradise nirvana
The celestial city the abode of God
Abraham’s bosom
The Elysian Fields -New Jerusalem
The 5th Season
Heaven is the 5th season"
Contest Winner 3rd Place Placement
11/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
For THE FIFTH SEASON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
After The Storm
Night falls harshly and the door sharply slams
on all happiness and each hopeful thought
Left with insincere smiles and a million scams
A blunt, cruel harshness is now my lot
At dawn I awake as angry gusts surge
They lurch into gales, harsh storms hades sent
Bronze, yellow, and crimson leaves soar and merge
Soaring, swirling down to rain-pelted cement
Afternoon enters cloudless, balmy and bright
Soft breezes fleet by in wafts gentle and warm
Now rising, now falling, and buoyant and light
In Elysian Fields I settle after the storm
The tumult of anguish and bitter despair
break away and drift off this glorious night
There’s a feel of pending joy in the air
as the door flings open and lets in the light
Quatrains
Written 8/22/22
I travel lonely to find my love
In the stygian caves i crawl
Searching for the chthonic gate
Across the moonlit elysian fields
And a sea of boiling blood
Through a forest of bone
In the shadows of eternal night
I wonder along listening to an owl’s song
On my way to meet lady death
Santa Muerte we called her
Our lady of holy death
I knew her only as “my love’
That is all I cared to be
The gods had scorned me
But she reveled with me
We played secret games in the moonlight
We played the game of death and life, courage and sacrifice
Even though scorned was I
But all to soon the call had came
And the Widows horse had spun her away
Into the inky shadow of night she faded on the darksome wind
Riding the ghostly horse away from her friend
How I miss her my love
So now i seek to find the Widows keep
To propose a union between death and life
Ever so meek gladly I would speak
Although I be of the clan of man, I will still gladly offer my hand
My heart is yours, my soul to stay
And walk beside you every night and day
Through weal and woe as chance may be
I myself shall be true to you and never be so low
I shall never cheat and never meet any other that is your equal
Or so I believe
So I walk through a mirrored hall of silvered glass
Lit by candle light amidst the waters of death
To meet with the queen of the keep
The dark of night Widows Sleep
One’s Lesser Twin
by Odin Roark
Everyone’s got one
The hand that uses a mitt
To catch the ball
You know
That other fingered appendage
Whose achievements
Claim to fame
Is without celebration
Save the privilege
Of wearing the wrist watch
And of course
Saving the game…occasionally
Comparison with its double
Hampers its best effort
Knowing full well
Writing
Affixing a signature
Opens many doors
Locked to the minor assistant
Yet
Hope knows reward
For in Homer’s Elysian Fields
Located on Earth’s western edge
By the stream of Okeanos
Shortcomings will find solace
Short straws
Becoming the long
Affording privilege
While the once favored
Will provide support
Dream of such moments
My lesser twin
For time rushes forward
Even as I pen this thought
And your shielding hand
Holds at bay
The cheating eyes of our school days
Now grown adult
They remain anxious
Ready to continue
Their cheating and stealing
Forget not
As our shadows eventually merge
Into the underworld
Fate’s right hand too
Will sigh its relief
No longer to carry
Expectation’s burden
The baton will have passed
To the lessor twin
Carpe Diem
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
tea so his Third Eye could open
to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
Socrates played the lyre by
banging on the strings while
humming and hawing about the trouble of
always stressing and straining against the chains
though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
it was Xanthippe that made him a muse
Hermann Hesse spoke in tongues
while translating the synapses of a goatherd
who arranged new ideas like glass beads
which almost always came undone
except when Siddartha played the lute
in exchange for his crooked staff
Nietzsche saw the cunning linguist
would never solve the puzzle of the dead body
which Zarathustra carried to his bed like a wolf
where he lay dying of syphilis wrapped
in the wool of many sleeping sheep
Sibelius finally gave in to the seduction of despair
when for many restless nights he looked up at the
stars in the same Elysian fields where
the goatherd lay asleep
dreaming
Our flirtatious glances were as rosebuds in Spring
Infatuation blossomed into confessions of love
LOVE: such a fragile emotion, a rather delicate thing
We bloomed profusely in Summer's fulgent heat
His touch as soft as the velvet of my crimson petals
We swayed in gentle breezes, content and replete
On warm, sun kissed days and long sultry nights
His parted lips tasted far sweeter than raw honey
We savored each moment of exquisite delight
In Elysian fields we lingered by Summer's end
Romance, the nectar of our paradisial passion
But in our arbored garden, I felt him bend
With Autumn approaching, the air grew chill
There was a sense of fading and withering within
A petal fell and my world seemed to stand still
Our bloom lost its luster, its fragrant floral scent
I languished in pathos as my lover turned away
Feeling the agony of loss, I drooped, head bent
No longer did I feel the warmth of the sun
Inside my weary veins no tenderness remained
The beginning of my demise had sorrowfully begun
Love became a memory in Winter's frigid mist
Tears spilled like drops of mourning dew
Snowflakes touched my lips, once tenderly kissed
I became a frozen blossom, standing on my own
Icebound in time ~ once loved, forsaken and alone
My season of life and love was tragically windblown
Pierced by the thorn that once protected my heart,
I have no interest to awaken in the thawing of Spring
for love died and wretched regret has torn me apart
Unto Acheron, great river of woe,
the buried to the entrance gate are led,
in the underworld to Charon below
to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive,
a fare lest you be trapped between two worlds -
allowed to enter but never to leave
where the waters of oblivion purls.
Where Furies dwell and Hellhounds guards the gate
and souls are judged in Hades’s deathless reign -
to wander the Styx and Lethe in wait
till rulers of gods and men part us twain.
The Pit of Tartarus where the soul yields
or sweet blissful isles of Elysian Fields.
Written: May 2012
Sleep our glorious ancestors, sleep!
Do not be disturbed.
We,
your descendants would never betray
The blood you have shed to liberate
Our land.
The Land of:
Homer and Hesiod
Aeschylus and Euripides
Socrates and Plato
Hypocrates and Alexander
For
We would never let another enemy,
No matter how powerful,
To invade our holy motherland-
The birthplace:
Of Philosophy
Of Democracy,
Of Tragedy, and
Of the Olympic Games.
Sleep you, immortal heroes of freedom, sleep!
Let your blessed souls roam onto the Elysian fields, and
Let yourselves enjoy the company of our
Forbears:
Of Hercules,
Of Achilles
Of Odysseus, and
Of Agamemnon
For
We stay vigilant guards instead of you
Ready to safeguard the values and ideals
For which you have fallen.
Ready to follow your footsteps, and
Ready to die for our land: Greece
Which
You have liberated after four hundred years of
Insufferable and tyrannical occupation.*
©Demetrios Trifiatis
25 March 2021
*The Ottomans captured Constantinople (Istanbul), which was
the capital of the Byzantine empire for eleven centuries, on the
29th of May 1453. Greece remained enslaved till the 25th of
March 1821, when we Greeks revolted against the oppressors' tyranny and after a long war, we managed to liberate ourselves!
Long live Freedom. Long Live Greece!