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Apollo Creed was the master in the ring.
Most fighters thought facing him was a foolhardy thing.
To defend his title, who was he to fight?
There were some contenders, but none of them seemed right.
From the ranks of unknowns, Apollo chose a fighter.
Practically nobody knew this Italian-American amateur.
This street smart Philadelphian worked as a meat packer.
For a loan shark, he was an enforcer and collector.
Out of some possibilities, this one looked right.
In front of his hometown crowd, Rocky would be in the spotlight.
Given a shot at the title, Apollo was the one he would fight.
What happens in the fight? Do you want to see?
All I have to tell you is watch the movie.
Inspired by the 1976 film “Rocky”
Today, I cry while praying, shedding many a tear
For all those in mankind who are trapped in fear
I weep a tear for the weak and one for the strong
And more for the lost, who aren't where they belong
I'm filled with tears for my brothers and sisters
Sorrowful for the tired; their hands full of blisters
I lament for sad people, who are melancholy and blue
But I will not mourn for me. My tears are all for you
I shed many tears for my Lord, for his pain and loss
and for hours of suffering during his time on the cross
I sob with grief for my mother and for my father as well
additional tears for every child, marooned in a living hell
I am crying tears for peace and for every heart defiled
Today, I am crying for every man, woman and child
and for every doctor and nurse, social worker and cop,
soldiers standing guard, fire fighters for flames they stop
October 5, 2020
Keyboard Warriors
Miracle Man
1/24/2022
Too many have become mere keyboard fighters,
sniping at others with whom they dIsagree.
Cowardly, they occupy shadows as backbiters,
and the first amendment made this speech free.
They cancel others out when not in agreement,
and use the term “woke” to show their awareness.
Social injustice voices have now become vehement,
but only one side of an issue is short of fairness.
"Every generation of Americans needs to know
that freedom exists not in doing what we like,
but in having the right to do what we ought."
Pope John Paul11
Ride to Victory!
Ride your inspiring horse of hopes and gallop
to victory!
Endless roads of challenges lie ahead
in your way,
Inviting you to dare to shape your future, to incarnate
your destiny!
The day is new and you are young. Many the goals
to achieve,
Uncountable the mountains to conquer! Innumerable
the paths to follow
So, go ahead, never stop, never doubt, never question
your abilities,
For you are endowed with a myriad of talents and
a gifted spirit from above.
Now the time has come for you, the wings of your precious
mind to unfold,
And fly to the realm of discoveries and of truths to you,
yet unknown!
Do not be afraid; remain strong, steadfast in your dreams,
never oscillate!
Be diligent, truthful to yourself, honest, and with
a lion’s heart,
For TOMORROW belongs to the fighters: to those
who never give up,
For tomorrow belongs to YOU!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war
After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.
Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally forth set pathmark
to abominable gut wrenching
ghastly hollow hellscape.
Haunting horrid macabre scenes assault,
batter, clobber, et cetera the senses
death construed as mutual
(of Omaha) collateral damage
fallout populated by zone of dead bodies
littering apocalyptic landscape
rendering spooky morbidly fascinating,
especially from safe vantage point
bajillion miles away
whereby yours truly
hunched over his Macbook Pro laptop
glanced the headlines without further delay
aid convoys moving into Gaza Strip
a tepid hip hip hooray
impossible mission for
overactive imagination of artist
or writer to capture bedlam and melee,
scaring up heavenly sight
for grim reaper soirée
repository for skull and crossbones
as arid (extra dry) winds hasten desiccation
whistling repartee (even from afar)
faintly resembling mourning of Zalay.
Countless hungry ill clad masses beg
the question regarding
purposefulness of mortal kombat
screaming in agony against cutthroat
belligerents who gleefully gloat
laying waste besieging
ship of state and emergency lifeboat
senselessly bombing spelling
likelihood for peace on earth remote
silencing the lambs and yellowthroat!
Methinks spouting protestation
against loosed strife,
courtesy demoniac *****sapiens
where talking heads strategize foo fighters
pointless exhalation of breath
sabotaging, shortchanging, siccing,
squashing, subjecting, et cetera
innocent bystanders ultimately hastening them/
they to untimely and unfair nasty,
shortish and brutal death
linkedin to personal choice of deity
and attendant religious shibboleth.
Born 13th of October 1923 passed 26th July 2026, what can I put about Reg and
His mates? Heroes by any standard they
Forged their fate, in blood and mud, against maleria and dengu fever, they
Stood this test against 16000, Japs.!
all frontliners Imperials;
Then, yet our ( part time soldiers ) had at them, boy these
Were real men! Just 77 they took sone hits
Their biggest weapon a mortar pipe, yet
on with it.' The Jaos small mountain cannons unleashed many a barrage, these real
ANZAC fighters contested every yard..
Each foot they gave, the enemy paid, their
Owen guns rattling, All Aussie homemade
Some fired and ran into enemy lines
Even throwing grenades at the same
Time..Holding on till re-inforcements
All four hundred and eighty' came, then
they counter-attacked.' And
Pushed on through the pain, the enemy retreating
( was God on their side.?) I am inclined to
So venture.? That He heloed turn the tide
They saved Australia and maybe even the
West.? I salute Reg and his mates these were the best of our best.'
(Verse)
Kurt will live forevermore, along with all of our existing songs
Songwriter for a disillusioned old-world generation, is not gone
On the day he left the world, he left me, and nothing else to do
I turn off the radio, our songs now are unbearable to listen to
Life goes on knowing one of these days the heart shall stop
This “very dark period” will come to an end, as shall tremulous teardrops
A determination, a resolution, till then I’m going to live like it’s the last,
appreciating everyday regardless of the hurt of songs from our past
(Chorus)
Shut down I am, the dreams get louder in my head
It's me that's gone, is it much easier for you now, being dead?
Music I once loved I can’t bear to hear,
I journey wounded thru glass in tears
You took you out, for me no light has shone
I can’t bear the darkness, can’t quite make it alone
(Refrain)
It’s times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you learn to love again… (From the Foo Fighter song)
(Bridge)
What was then my loss I found a way back in solace of music
I played every instrument, I wrote, liberating my grief in lyric
I had to learn to live again, love again, without my friend
With the formation of Foo Fighters, my grieving came to an end
Though it was when my own daughters fell for Nirvana’s work
That healing words comforted them, conciliating the suicide of Kurt
(Refrain)
It’s times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you learn to love again… (From the Foo Fighter song)
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Moderately low-carbohydrate diet
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The minimum level to prevent loss of clean tissue from muscles
Organs
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Includes more than 250 grams of carbohydrate each day
This is appropriate for active people who are at a healthy weight
No matter how many grams of carbs you eat everyday
Fruits
Vegetables
Whole grains
Legumes and pasta
Should be the main food sources of carbohydrates
With added sugar sources kept to a minimum
Alpha and Omega
The reality is that I love men.
They are perfect, just as they are.
Not always doing as they are supposed to do.
Not paying attention to fears that are false.
Strong backbones, fierce fighters for right,
and assailants to all wrong.
Fixing things, making things, creating.
God loved Adam,
and he was made in His own image.
What a glorious fact.
Woman, taken from the side of man,
to be close, loved and cared for.
What a precious gift.
The two become one.
A circle is complete.
A family is born.
Children the blessing.
For some if not all.
The greater gift,
the spiritual walk,
with each other,
through life,
and its ups and downs.
Depending on God in all things,
knowing that He is with you...
both.
Ride your inspiring horse of hope, and
Gallop to victory!
Endless challenges lie ahead in your way,
Inviting you to dare,
To shape your future,
To incarnate your destiny!
The day is new, and you are young,
Many are the goals to achieve,
Uncountable the mountains to conquer,
Innumerable are the paths to follow.
So, go ahead, never stop, never doubt, never
Question your abilities,
For
You are endowed with a myriad of talents, and
With a gifted spirit from above.
Now, the time has come for you, the wings of
Your precious mind to unfold, and fly to the realm of
Discoveries and truths to you, yet unknown.
Do not be afraid,
Remain strong,
Steadfast in your dreams,
Never oscillate!
Be diligent, truthful to yourself, honest, and
With a lion’s heart,
For
Tomorrow belongs to the fighters,
To those who never give up,
Who never retreat,
To those who are after life's victory,
For
TOMORROW belongs to YOU, my
Darling, little niece!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 February 2026
* Dedicated to my beloved little niece, Helen, on her eighteenth Birthday.
The above poem is a revision of an older poem of mine: " RIDE TO VICTORY."
Year posted 2014