Long Fear Poems
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World watches Humanity Fall;
Indifferences felt by All.
Few moments in History can compare;
Shockwaves rippled everywhere.
Each land of a different name;
Every Indifference is the same.
Suffering, Despair;
Proof that Nobody Cares.
Violence, Anger;
Skin Color Danger.
Hatred, Fear;
Hard Truths Faced this Year.
The People United;
No Longer Divided.
Joining Together;
Overcoming 'Stormy Weather.'
Every Father, Every Mother;
Teachers of 'Love Another.'
Every Sister, Every Brother;
Helping One Help The Other.
Companionship, Comfort
Eases The Impact of The Hurt.
Creativity, Hope;
Engineered New Ways to Cope.
Our Daughter, Our Son;
The Healing has Begun.
All the Lands, Across All the Seas;
All the Same in Times of These.
New Life, Old Heart;
Love Found Miles Apart.
Angrily Loving, Civil Unrests;
Violent Peaceful Protests.
New Enemy, Old Friend;
Only One in the End.
Black, White;
Not Wrong, Not Right.
Blind, Sight;
Presently We Write.
Rite, Oversight;
Historic rewrite.
Support, Unite;
Beautiful Highlight.
Fight, Fright;
Dark of Night.
Heroes, Spotlight;
Front Lines of Knight.
Guiding Love, Leading Light;
Hatred Overwrite.
Flames, Ignite;
Ignorance Invite.
Man is a bow
With its two extremities:
His double nature,
And one cord:
His understanding,
On the one extremity
Enthroned we find,
Good, love and hope,
On the other,
Evil, hate, and fear,
But he is the same bow,
The same man,
When the extremities
For superiority strive,
And his soul a battlefield
Of emotions becomes,
The bow: the man,
Full of activity turns to be,
And sends forward
Arrows of words,
Arrows of actions,
Striving to find always,
The target of improvement,
The target of perfection!
The better the balance of the extremities
By the cord is,
The better instrument man gets to be
The further his arrows fly
The more accurate they become
And wiser his soul grows!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
In chambers of memory, a great vessel rides,
Not steel, nor steam, but spectral, she presides.
A gilded cage, a promise bravely sold,
In every polished plank, a story is foretold.
She is a fragile vase of human grace and pride,
On dark and silent seas, where our illusions hide.
Each passenger, a hope, a fear, a dream in tow,
A gallery of souls, the high and the low.
The Captain is a hand upon the clock’s cold face,
Demanding speed, though time runs out of space.
The rich man is a vault, his wealth a heavy key,
Ignoring the deep warnings of the coming sea.
The third-class stoker, just a single, vital breath,
Unseen, unheard, the engine of life and death.
The iceberg is the Truth, inevitable and vast,
The quiet, crushing weight of choices in the past.
It does not hate, it simply is, a fact so stark and cold,
That shatters the fragile myths the builders had been told.
The moment of the strike, a tremor, then a sound,
The crack of certainty, where no fault was found.
The decks become a stage, a drama stark and clear,
As the ship of our conceit is conquered by our fear.
The band plays on—denial’s lovely, fading tune,
A brave, sweet song beneath a pitiless, dark moon.
Lifeboats, opportunities, are launched with space to spare,
A cruel economy of panic and despair.
And as the bow descends, a final, gasping plea,
The vase is tipped, the waters rush in free.
The decks go vertical, the social order breaks,
The cold, black water claims what the deep ocean takes.
The metaphor goes down, a legend to the core,
A night the soul remembers, forevermore.
Tim was lonely as a child
Tranquil, timid and quite mild
He was considered as weird
But that wasn't what he feared.
He saw people that were dead
Monsters hid under his bed
Voices whispered in his brain
Everyday he was less sane.
Below the surface of his mind
Something of sinister kind
Started to control the boy
Playing with him like a toy.
It lied to him every time
With a merry, joyful rhyme
"Without me you're gonna die.
Come on! Trust me! Friends don't lie!
I'm everything you'll ever need.
With my power you won't bleed
You won't break, nor will you fear!
I'll protect all you hold dear.
We'll be one until it ends.
After all, we are best friends!"
Soon, the whispers in his ear
Boy believed to be sincere
So with friendship as a cost
He became the demon's host.
My oh my.
Blinding lights,
terrible, but captivating.
No more worries, child.
Breaking and entering,
broken bricks beneath the stable roof.
Thumpty, thump, thump.
A fireplace put out of its misery.
Contorting and morphing.
A twisted smile,
black blood falling from tear ducts.
This is the man who speaks in hands.
Tell me child,
What is your worst fear?
Shadow and frost eerily creep.
Syncopated waves of sheer cold.
On this joyful day in darkest night,
spirits perish when he’s in sight.
Oh child,
poor poor child.
Isolated in a snow globe,
deers, or Hell hounds?
I have friends for you child.
In the dark.
In the night,
on this night.
Surrounded by trinkets and spirits.
‘Twas not the place to be.
Doubts are really Fear
When I think a lot I become susceptible to everyone
So to cure such ideas comes a time of your life that you can realize
Each style, each movement, and most of all each ideas are simplicity
Everyone loves things easy and most of all less time
For the moment that t I think it is all over
Thinking about things becomes more so as Doubts
And doubts leads to fear
Like this I come upon a valley full of different creatures
As I have doubts I fear all these creatures
Slithering, growling, howling, and snapping
It is more so fear is the other side’s point of views
I come to a stop in the that moment thinking
What is more afraid me or the other creatures in the valley?
When I come upon a break a river flows so wide, yet I see
All different creatures drinking at the same time
I see one common purpose of life is to keep alive
No matter what, through rough times, through starvation
Or even to just briefly set aside meaningless arguments to just take a drink
Fear is just a state that many ideas flow into the mind
That makes the mind is less focus about the reality
Love is everywhere not just inside because, it is within everyone
That is why it is everywhere
I do think, because a teacher only thinks for the better not less nor greater
Because teachers are not to instill doubts, they instill knowledge and wisdom
These interesting concept is always push aside because faith is lost
My eyes are open to all fear and doubts and never is closed if so I am not human
My teaching is my poetry sadness of all stories; I come around to say words
Words of life, clear everything, and put aside judgment, and tell you and me
That safe thoughts are empty thoughts and it can get filled but just to remember
Poor it out once in while
Like fear and doubts is the same way
To everyone who knows such values can be in grace within self
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Up in the mountains, or over the streams.
Perhaps in the meadows, or under the trees.
I stand here in shadows, looking for light,
But nothing does come on this shallow, poor night.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Here they come with untamed reigns,
Gnawing and grinding at my free chains
Their loose jowls pour over my blood,
As I sit here afraid of what I have done.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
I'm sorry my dear, I'm sorry I doubted.
I believe in your ways and now know you have sprouted.
Save me, my love, for you are my hope,
The dogs now come to chew on my bones.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
I've planted you deep within your own dirt,
And regret my mistake as I sit by the hearth.
My tears continue to water your bed,
So open your heart and hear what I've said.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Are my prayers wasted, am I to blame?
I've given you my pride and all I have gained.
I'm humbled by fear, and choke on my lies,
But I give you my all, just look at my eyes.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you go?
I miss your deep colors, I miss your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, where did you run?
My time here is gone and soon I'll be numb.
Take my hand, my sweet lover's sin,
And hold me close as the pain draws in.
Look to the light and relinquish your grief,
For the good father's here at the time of your peace.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, I've seen where you go.
I see your deep colors, I see your pure glow.
Oh Daisy, my daisy, together we run.
My time here is forever and I'll never feel numb.
Grazing gracefully in the meadows
Among the Autumn dark shadows
Silhouetted against the fading sunshine
I see your melancholy and decline
Day by day and Year after year
I saw yourself trembling in fear
Human orders; You had no say
when they took your dignity away
I know the hurt and pain you felt
When your friends were taken away
I heard your wailing laments
When your babes were dragged away
You have nurtured thousands of nations
Societies, small and great civilizations
A glass of milk, with bread and butter
Cheese on pizza, for lunch or supper
Scones with cream for evening tea
For a bundle of hay, your gifts are free
I shan't talk of veal and steak
That will make me numb and weak
This is my praise and thoughts of you
To release my pain and heartbound woe
The words aren’t enough for apologies to air
I know that tomorrow, you wouldn’t be there
In the silent, shadowed halls of night,
Where whispers dance with ghostly light,
Lies the realm where death does tread,
A sovereign land, where all fear to head.
Cloaked in darkness, a figure so still,
Its presence alone, enough to chill.
With bony fingers, cold and sere,
It beckons souls, both far and near.
In its gaze, eternity lies,
A void as deep as starless skies.
It speaks in silence, a language old,
Telling tales of the brave and bold.
Yet, in its wake, a truth profound,
Where life is lost, new life is found.
For in the heart of darkest fears,
Lies the seed of a thousand years.
So fear not the end, the final sleep,
For death is but a door, a leap.
Into the arms of the unknown,
Where seeds of our deeds are sown.
At Standing Rock, an elder stands
Alone against an angry sky—
A patch of white beneath the storm,
That seeks to swallow him alive
His eyes look out on Turtle Island—
The sacred ground that he calls home:
An ancient place unspoiled by greed,
Untainted by machines and smoke
And as he stands against the world,
I wonder if he feels the weight
Of all of history bearing down,
Wave after terrible, endless wave
I wonder if he thinks about
The stolen land that once was his;
Of traditions now forever lost
In old forgotten languages
I wonder if he calls to mind
The Trail of Tears or Wounded Knee,
As he becomes invisible—
A costume worn on Halloween
I wonder if he laughs or cries
To see the ghosts of treaties past,
Revived by greed, and blood, and fear,
Returning for the table scraps.