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Acquainted with desuetude-
it seems my short-lived era
were all alike.
Chambered by family,
bounded by marriage
there was no getting out
of these links unscathed.
Perhaps,
picking the lessor poison
constitutes some sort of freedom.
I saw the way he looked at me,
perceived me, repulsed me-
There was no mystery
to his gaze. Though he thought he was
deceiving me- No, no!
I was just tired
of living confined
and starved.
I had a love for life,
and I thought life
had a love for me,
until I encountered him-
Is this what fate feels like?
Maybe life did love me
and gifted me access
to another realm,
so I did not have to suffer
by this life any longer. Te Medici
my mother use to say-
“You Medici
have a duty to this family,
freedom
does not know our name.”
He was betrothed
to my eldest sister,
who’d fallen to illness.
Shortly after,
I was to take her place
to be promised
to the Duke of Ferrara-
I still find her
to be the lucky one.
He was a collector;
he had a sight for beauty,
for particular pieces,
and I,
I was just another piece
on his board.
Every move I made
was carefully observed, curved
into his own obsessive narrative
of how he wanted to render me.
I was the act-less villain
in his life,
and yet
I am somehow still
the villain to his guilt.
Even
In
Death
I can’t escape
his loathing
for me.
Shadows lurking
used to accompany me
when I walked the halls,
so I started to spend
more and more time in my room-
loneliness became
my closest companion.
I had no way out
once I was in–
waiting was like a predator
stalking its prey.
The waiting was excruciating,
the act was release.
I wrote this
to nurture credence
into my existence,
and before my fate
was sealed by him.
I wonder now if my death
frees me from my duty?
The best thing now
about being a spirit
roaming freely
in the shadows,
is seeing the Duke
haunted by his own guilt,
and cursed by his own shame–
How self-infliction
checked mate,
his entire
boardgame.
663.
The 3rd Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
The Commonwealth Government
If from Spain, we sought our freedom through Revolution
From USA, we sought our freedom through Independence Mission
The foundation of our Commonwealth Government
Preparing the Philippines for becoming a nation independent
The fruitful delegations were the Os-Rox Mission
And the one spearheaded by Manuel Quezon
That mission of Osmeña-Roxas produced the Hare-Hawes-Cutting Law
While that of Quezon resulted to the Tydings-McDuffie Law
The Tydings-McDuffie Law called for Constitutional Convention
That later led to the drafting of our Constitution
When our Constitution we already accomplished
Our Commonwealth Government was subsequently established
The Commonwealth Government was led by President Quezon
It created new government offices and furthered its Filipinization
It made Tagalog as the basis of our National Language
It promoted social justice & granted woman suffrage
This is the 3rd Period of American Era – The Commonwealth Government
The preparation of the Philippines to becoming independent
The Americans would let go of our country in a friendly & dignified way
God wanted the Philippines a sweet separation from USA.
-05/22/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Deep in his heart had urgent need to go just one last time,
To place where he grew up; would childhood memories rebound?
Went with fear and misgivings; was he wise or asinine?
Step after step, he strolled over boyhood holy ground.
His old home place caved in; slowly declining to dust.
Gone forever the barnyard, where country kids had a blast.
The old barn had fallen down; tin roof was going to rust.
Rural glory censored; now archived in the past.
Old outhouse lay shambles as he passed it on the path.
Priceless memories of his childhood flashed through his mind.
There he would hide out, read comics, and have a million laughs,
In the ole two-hole potty, the one-half bath of its time.
Quite amused, he recalled, when one was installed,
Inside the house; a porcelain potty, shiny and clean!
Could use paper off a roll; not tear leaf from catalog!
Thought of whole house smelling of exotic soaps and chlorine.
Went down a lane where ‘bacco’ was cured in old log barn.
Thoughts of days running at leisure through the tall longleaf pines,
School breaks, church picnics, flirting with girls, fishing in a pond,
Family reunions, grandma’s house, all these ran though his mind.
The fields were lush and green; farmers co-ops now the regime.
Small farmer could not compete with “Goliath” of the day.
End of humble rural everyday life had not been foreseen.
A titan enterprise took his utopia away.
Thoughts of yesteryear began to give way to those of today,
Dealt with facts of the present; rightly the best prescription.
Would not dwell on good ole days; that would merely delay,
Healing of grief for spent past; stay future’s key redemption.
Went away with a pining heart, a woeful mood within,
Recalling a time rich for a boy raised on the farm,
Loving the good land, his family, neighbors and dear friends,
Wishing each child understood farmland’s magnificent charm.
It was as if someone had turned on the light .
I must have been about ten years old when my Mother sent me to the shop.
She liked Jim Reeves and I went to pick up his 45, 'Take my hand precious lord'.
A month ago I heard that song and the care free days of the sixties flashed back into my mind.
Back then there were no computers, mobile phones or social media.
People were friendlier and there was more respect for others.
We watched black and white T.V with programmes like Doctor Who,The Saint,and Rawhide.
We went everywhere by bus and sometimes walked as we had no family car.
The sixties were for me the best years to live through for music and an easier way of life.
All it took was a song to take me back to that golden era but sadly now only a distant memory.
Written on 28th September 2018
For ten lines of what it was like back then
poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.
We
Didn't hear God's whispers
We
Chose to ignore God's cries
We
Even disregarded God's roar of
His wrath
For all wrongs we were doing:
To nature
To life
To each-other.
Then
Silence fell...
An eerie silence
Carrying with it an invisible virus
That brought:
Fear
Terror and
Death.
Suddenly
We woke up from apathy's slumber
And rush forward to repel the invading
Enemy!
Doctors and nurses,
Police and the army,
Volunteers and priests,
All took up arms against a common foe,
All ready to give their lives for their
Fellow man.
What a glorious manifestation of goodness
What a magnificent display of brotherhood
What an apotheosis of divine love!
" No greater love hath man than laying down his life
for his friends." (John 15:13)
It is certain
That this is the dawn of a new era
The birth of a novel world that would be:
Kinder
Nobler
Braver
Juster and
More loving!
God, my friends,
Works in mysterious ways
For
To lead us onto the path of righteousness,
The path from which humanity, unfortunately, has
Been led astray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2020
664.
The 4th Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
The Japanese Invasion
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1941
The Philippines was invaded by the Land of the Rising Sun
The Japanese forces swiftly swept over Luzon & Manila
Yet, Pres. Quezon restated allegiance to America
Pres. Quezon escaped for USA starting February of 1942
Gen. MacArthur fled to Australia in March of 1942
The Fall of Bataan & the Death March followed in April 1942
The Fall of Corregidor & the whole Philippines happened in May 1942
In 1943, the Philippines became under the Japanese government
With Jose P. Laurel as the so-called “Puppet President”
The height of Japanese assimilation was on that same year
We were made part of the “Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere”
Under Japanese rule, our being Asian was emphasized
The Japanese ostracized our being Westernized
KALIBAPI was one of their propaganda machineries
Among their Filipino supporters were the Ganaps & the MAKAPILIS
This is the 4th Period of American Era – The Japanese Invasion
For 3 years, the Philippines became a divided nation
There were Filipinos for Americans & Filipinos for Japanese
God allowed the Philippines to be in-between 2 powerful countries.
-05/23/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
The world is nothing else if not constantly turning
Turning on its own axis,
Turning night to day, again and again,
For all of us, regardless of life form.
And for us, social human beings
This has its own unique twists and turns.
When I was a kid sixty years ago
The biggest civil rights issue of the day
Was equality for blacks
And it was beautiful to see the tide change
Before our very eyes.
Then, one by one, another group was added
From women to gays, Jews, and Natives
Each wanting to be able to raise their hand
And at least get some notice if not special treatment,
Although it certainly seemed the special treatment
Was a welcome plus.
But today the cycle has come a full 180 degrees,
And the biggest civil rights issue of the day
Is now DEI and the abuse of identity politics.
Like an extreme tide at its historic high
DEI now has infiltrated into the highest levels
From academia, public, and private
To corporate boards, mainstream media,
Government agencies, sports, entertainment
And churches, systemically institutionalizing
The soft bigotry of low and no expectation.
But as with every high tide, at some point, it turns
And as it flows out, it leaves its detritus behind,
And so here we are today watching ideas and agendas,
Which were pushed on everyone with impunity
Just a year ago, now left exposed and abandoned.
Where will this lead in the next years and decades
As the tide continues to retreat?
It’s hard to say, but what’s likely is freedom,
Not compulsion, will continue to gain strength.
Eventually, perhaps the whole notion of minority
Or victim and disadvantaged status and rights
Will be eclipsed by a more fundamental notion
Of equality of human rights
Regardless of sex, race, religion,
Size, age, ability, or personal quirks.
Imagine that, a world that actually acknowledges
Celebrates, accepts, and supports the individual
Exactly and simply as we are.
661.
The 1st Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
The Coming of Americans
The Philippine Revolution subsided with the Pact of Biak-na-Bato
Which paved way for the exile of Emilio Aguinaldo
While abroad, Aguinaldo met with American officials
And they both agreed to continue against Spain their reprisals
When war broke out between Spain & the United States of America
The American forces in Hongkong sailed to Manila
And there in the Battle of Manila Bay
American fleet defeated Spanish forces in a single day
Then Aguinaldo made his way back to his country
And led the Filipinos towards their victory
In June 12, 1898, he proclaimed the Philippines a nation independent
And inaugurated the Malolos Republic with him as president
But soon, American forces relentlessly arrived
The Americans & the Spaniards secretly connived
In Manila, a battle between them was fought as a pretentious display
In the Treaty of Paris, Spain sold the Philippines to the USA
This is the 1st Period of American Era – The Coming of Americans
The Spaniards made their exit, the Americans their entrance
Farewell, Spain, your colonization is over
God was turning the Philippines over to a new colonizer.
-05/20/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
The Era of Terror
The Era of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil
The raging plains are complaining
The need to pray is necessary-
Tornadoes whirl across the skies
Hurricanes destroy whatever is in their path
Tropical storms rally against-mankind
Earthquakes cracks open the earth and swallow up whatever
Lies in its way- The skies turn purple in its agony, saying,
“Let be whatever maybe”-
The oceans will be violent- in its ecstasy
Spewing forth the dead and bringing the earth to its knees-
The world is in an angry vortex so full of vile-
Sinister lies the sullen smiles
Sneering at the approach of man
Closing tighter and tighter until the end-
Come forth and lie down unheeded- let your defenses rise
Give vent to what is- needed
Pray for what is- depleted.
Conquer up a world of calm
Take heed to those whose “pose” to come
Keep a forever -watchful eye
Take heed ‘o’ those- non-seeing and dumb-
For- the age of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil
The need for praying is necessary- The Era of terror is upon us-