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With trembling heart, as an attempt I made
To leap across, he woke up with a start,
The heavy sword fell with clattering clang;
A scream so terrifying made me jump,
I saw me leaping from my bed, sweating,
A crescent moon looked pale in morning light,
I looked a weary sleep-starved man at dawn,
And heard poor Maher Ali scream aloud,
As was his daily custom while he strode,
‘Stand back, stand back', he yelled winding his way.
Such abrupt was the end of my first night
That awaited a thousand more of fright!
…….
A yawning gulf grew wide between my nights,
A worn out and tired me going to work,
Cursing last bewitching night's weird dream,
Yet, all new nights came pledging new promise,
Though shackles of my work were far from sham,
The nightfall would catch me in eerie thrall,
To overwhelm me with its potent spell,
Intoxicating and overpowering,
When I’d get reborn as an unknown knight
Of a bygone era, playing my part
In ancient histories which scarce were writ,
My modern English coat and breeches tight
Stood far apart from my mind's fairy role;
In red velvet cap, pyjamas too loose,
An embroidered tight vest, flowing silk gown,
What varied-scented colorful display!
Musing o'er an elaborate toilet,
I'd sit on a high-cushioned velvet chair,
A hookah filled with rose water in place
Of a usual cigarette and proud face,
In eager anticipation to meet,
Who else? My first night's sorely missed nymphet,
Black beast, pet aversion and dark secret,
But for that spoil-sport eunuch's blocking feet!
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana,
divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
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
I never knew how to play hide and seek,
Just like that l never knew how to play hard to get,
If l want you, l would just text,
If l need you, l would just touch you,
If l love you, l would just call,
It’s a pity, we are now stuck in situation ships,
Situations where sex is the vital need in relationships with or without commitment,
It has become a norm getting dumped for sex,
Or maybe we should just call it the “sex era”,
Welcome to the world where brothers and sisters are making love instead of showing respect,
To the generation where hearts are getting broken like ice blocks,
Where hearts are getting torn like a piece of paper,
Where playing with feelings is like a game of football,
Welcome to the generation where they smash and if you suck, they pass,
The generation where we have buddies instead of a partner,
The generation where there are no pure intentions, one moment you slide in the dm and the next moment we hear sex sounds,
It’s a pity no one ever told us about the rules,
These rules of waiting a couple of days or more before accepting a proposal,
Its each man for himself while trust, loyalty and royalty swing,
Guess we are learning the hard way.
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.
Benjamin Netanyahu,
you once stood as a symbol of Israel’s resolve,
but power gained through fear and manipulation
is a flame that burns its master first.
You rose through the ranks
on speeches of security and pride,
but history has already spoken—
the tears of Gaza will not be washed away by silence.
Every forty-five minutes, a child died,
and the world watched—
but the soul of humanity did not.
You used democracy as a shield,
and genocide as a tactic.
But let this be known:
Crime is not policy,
Genocide is not defense,
And justice delayed is never justice denied.
You weaponized trauma,
turned memory into modern tyranny.
Silenced dissent, painted resistance as terror,
and called mass murder “self-defense.”
But power, when abused,
invites its own destruction.
The world—Jews, Muslims, Christians, and seekers of peace—
has awakened.
The global voice is no longer a whisper.
It is a roar.
We, the citizens of Earth, demand:
You will be tried and prosecuted,
Not by vengeance,
But by the International Criminal Court,
Under the very laws you mocked.
With you, every architect of this atrocity—
every profiteer, every silent partner—
shall face the reckoning.
This is no call for blood,
but a call for law, truth, and moral repair.
Let history remember:
No flag shields the criminal,
No alliance protects the tyrant,
And no lie outlives the truth.
The world has turned.
The streets have spoken.
The survivors remember.
The innocent are watching.
And justice, though slow, walks with sure steps.
Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
670.
The 5th Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Congregations
At the time of the great convergence of regions into 1 strong nation
And the great coalescence of nations into 1 powerful region
A histrionic assembly of great religions takes place
A dramatic gathering never before in the history of human race
The Religions of Abraham
Judaism, Christianity, Islam
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of India
Those of Guru Nanak, Mahavira & Krishna
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of Caodaism
Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
This is the 5th Period of the Independent Era – The 3 Congregations
They come together with Baha'is & other 1 God religions
This is the Divine Coalition that fosters harmonious unity
God shows in the Philippines that He is the One God of humanity.
-05/31/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
656.
The 1st Period of the Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The Coming of Spaniards
By the Fall of Constantinople into Muslim hands
Christian Europe was prompted to traverse non-Christian lands
For God, Gold & Glory, they set sail across the high seas
They discovered the New World & explored the Indies
By Spanish patronage, a Portuguese named Magellan
Arrived in Samar, Homonhon & Masau in 1521
After planting the Christian Cross, he invaded Mactan in Cebu
But was killed there by our first hero named Lapu-Lapu
The Magellan Expedition proved the world to be round
That across the great oceans, new lands can be found
So Spain decided to send more expeditions to the Indies
To find more opportunities & make more colonies
And after the expeditions of Loaisa, Cabot, Saavedra & Villalobos
Came Legazpi to the said Islas Filipinas of the Indios
He was received in Samar, Leyte & Bohol with peace & amiability
He conquered Cebu, Panay & Manila with both hostility & diplomacy
This is the 1st Period of Spanish Era – The Coming of Spaniards
These white men from the West were like wonderful wizards
They astounded us with their gentle Cross & iron armor
God through them had brought the Philippines Jesus Christ our Savior.
-05/13/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
The world does not change loudly.
It shifts.
Like a verdict delivered in silence.
What decayed
learns to breathe again.
What once lived
steps aside.
The cycle corrects itself
without apology.
Humanity was never born for cruelty.
Cruelty was learned.
Love is the original instinct.
And it is returning.
Those who fed on shadow
will not cross with us.
They will remain
where fear still feeds fear.
Each soul builds
the world it deserves.
The Earth is patient.
But it is done repeating lessons.
A new age rises slowly.
Not with miracles,
but with awareness.
Man will lift his eyes to the stars.
Not to conquer.
But to remember kinship.
Thought will travel faster than flesh.
Dreams will open doors
maps never could.
We searched for God
as if He were absent.
Only now do we realize
He was searching for us.
This life—
a stage.
A script rewritten.
Actors awakening mid-scene.
The old drama ends.
Not in fire.
But in understanding.
The New Era does not punish.
It reveals.
And what cannot evolve
is gently left behind.
Into a garden sprayed by night's rain,
Jen slouches under a dim lamplight
as the wind gushes on her divan
sweeping pages of a long era,
jotted down through crystal-clear memoirs
from her flawless hand, still radiant...
while tendrils of a past causes
her eyes to melt in glass of evening.
She pauses between emblazoned lines,
a web of saga transports her musings
in a village where life detailed the pain
and glory of unwanted wartime;
the smoky air turning fruits into molds
as land raids wheezed without children’s sounds.
Quietly, Jen folds the sepia-book
to find beauty in her lit garden,
while cloudburst fades like distant remains...
then, washing the leaves of yesteryears,
she breathes in solace: a woman freed
by putting a name to her past angst,
ready for rain’s music of tamed sleep.
.............
Poem In Paradise Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
7/21/2014