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27 years before today, my mom was about ready to give up any faith. My memory held moments I rather keep away. Loud. Lots of yelling, cursing swearing about. Mom always worried, now on her toes scared dad would find out . Mom was tired of the pain she endured every day and she was over being treated like a live in slave. Most days before the rooms became her safe space, mom had to deal with 4 little kids, wild animals as dad would say. My mom would numb herself from the pain, she didn’t understand yet that the very substance she praised was the villain keeping her mind a prisoner causing her body to stay in an unsafe place. She felt she was a victim because her addiction made her think this way. I can almost remember the very day, she walked into a room, took a seat and listened diligently. She came home but it wasn’t the same woman who left earlier, no. This was a warrior who knew she had so much fight for life left. Dad started to see her change and for someone who preferred ownership, he was beside himself, he expressed the betray. Not that long after my mom finally got away. She had been joining circles in these rooms for many days. It was like they were giving her back her life, her light started to brighten and shine. Anywhere she went darkness was sure to hide. She kept her chin up and head held high, even when she didn’t have a dime or place for her babies to reside. My mom stood in lines, putting her ego aside just so her kids could have food, shelter and peace of mind. 27 years later, and that warrior is still on the front lines. She has never backed down, even when the world tried. If anyone deserves a celebration, it’s my mom for giving us a second chance at life. I love you mom, more than any word can describe.
I would love to visit Africa
I would love to visit the heart of Africa
there's no doubt it would have my heartbeat
my ancestry, my love, my wide open eyes
dad told me long ago
as i scooted close to his campfire
that his families namesake
traced to towns, rivers, counties in Africa
i was overwhelmed
really, really
me a white guy, somewhat
and Japanese, Polish
but it's true when you see my last name
maybe the roots traced back to the beginning of time
really, really
who knows, but it's true
it's true, i say
someday, when the sunshine's on me
and the weathers fine
i would love to go to Africa, and visit
... hopefully
with the black bear, the one here
or the one in my imagination ...
the one that always loves to get her nose stuck
in the honey jar,
i love that ... it's so her
okay that was a joke
because i love to joke
because i'm a funny bunny, too
i dream, does it hurt to dream?
i dream of that day
and opportunity
for a bouquet of flowers,
black bear's name on it or not,
i would love to ride the Congo river
the breeze in my face, riding the look,
khakis, a Congo hat, her in my arms
man, how i dream
the look would be fine
is that bad,
can it get any better?
i dream of riding an elephant
the biggest and wildest elephant
okay that was an exaggeration
because i'd be scared
give me a baby elephant that's fine
and visiting the lion and tiger safaris
and mingling with the natives
and buying a sari for her, especially for her
i dream of checking into the hotel
in Africa, a nice hotel overlooking a lake
with Congo trees dancing to my presence
... see how i dream, i told you
and having the front desk do a double take
of my last name
and then ...
i would just roll my eyes, for effect, maybe to impress
... only her
connie pachecho
3/8/17
I don’t look at her from the outside in, so she looks at me from the inside out
Together we share something more than perfect, so the whole world wants what we’re about
The leaves are like her long hair, her roots are like the deep love that we share
Her beauty in all just has me in awe, and it’s like all I ever wanted was right there in front of me
Her flowers are the beautiful trails she has, her water is life to all that pass
Her stars are like the angel she is to everyone who gazes, and it’s like nothing can keep me from her
The animals is like her personality, her calmness saves me during reality
The wind is her voice that plays a soothing song, and it’s like when I’m with her nothing can go wrong
P.S. please never branch off from me, always stay rooted…
I’m looking forward to
letting my bare feet sink in silt
the waves weighing me down
salt sea leaving me breathless
I’m looking forward to
the sun bleaching my hair
heating my arms, legs, scalp
and the coconut scent of sunscreen
I’m looking forward to
sand between my toes
shifting, drifting, flipping
and coating my shins
I’m looking forward to
the playful splashing of the sea
watching kids make moats &
build and destroy sandcastles
I’m looking forward to
looking over my shoulder
for alligators and snapping turtles
on the loose, near every canal
I’m looking forward to
the tropical sips and eats
the lightning that strikes
right in front of my vehicle
I’m looking forward to
Florida highs and lows
The Mean Girls musical
My grand in the lead
2/22/2023
Janette,
right in front of me
I see a face of regret and two eyes
that have been captivated by blindness;
Janette,
admit your guilt and accept the reality,
stop being selfish and silly...
be humble like me!
Janette,
in my presence, you reveal little joy;
have I denied you passionate kisses?
And if a hug is too little to make you happy,
what else can I give besides tenderness?
Janette,
are you the same woman
who had strong feelings for me?
Who has betrayed our trust and pretends to be
as faithful as you should be?
Aren't you surprised by my disdain?
Janette,
don't shake your tree,
nothing will fall out...
you have taken it all in stride
with one breath of greed,
and watching me bleed
you feel no sympathy for me;
Janette,
yesterday we fell madly in love, and tomorrow looked bright;
today, we're falling out of love and we're hurting our pride!
If my typing seems illegible some times
I tend slant it to the left or the right,
Forgive me if you cannot read it,
Let me know please don’t get up tight.
See I was born with this left-handedness,
And I am not to blame.
I take after by poor old dad,
Who suffered from it just the same.
It is all to do with how you place your key board,
I face mine left instead of straight in front of me.
This gives the letters a right hand slant,
Look closely at the screen and you will see.
So now if your eyes have gone all squint,
And you’ve read and done all I ask.
Then you just as insane as me,
For this insanity test you can give yourself a pass.
Reminding you of a girl you once knew,
You thought you loved but she broke you in two,
Her makeup was different, but the baggage she left you was the same,
In your brokenness you compared because it was all about gain,
Healing was in progress but the process wasn't finished,
You ran ahead to the next woman in hopes she would help heal this,
Instead she felt your wrath from the past,
From another woman's heart you could no longer grasp,
The New girl didn't know what to do,
Because the abuse you dished out was all about you,
And what was missing in you rather than the love in front of your eyes,
This man could not see how bad he was hurting inside,
Starting from the scratch
To the best k-pop boy batch,
The whole world knows
that BTS and ARMY are the best match.
They are seven living in 7 million people's heart,
Check the Billboard and you will always find them on the top of chart.
Jin is the best cook among all the bts member,
Check RUN BTS if you don't remember.
He has pretty face and many are his fan,
He call himself as worldwide handsome man
Namjoon is tallest and he's dimples are cute,
He's the root of BTS and pillar of the group.
You cannot compare him with average
He's the best example how to be savage
In front of him no one can brag,
He's our Suga -The Swag.
Hope always stand with people in bad times
Thats why j hope is Army's sunshine
The most charming one who's voice is deep
Without listening to winter bear I don't go to sleep
Sometimes I imagine how amazing one can be
He's our good Gucci boy whose name is V.
He can do crazy mike flip
has smiling eyes and glossy lips
Everyone knows chairs don't like him
He's our sweet little hottie jimin
He's talented and youngest one among all
Many Armies live only in the Jungkook world
1.
WHAT?
Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool of
Unintelligible madness, and let calamitous folly,
Anchor its obscure ships of destruction in our
Harmonious hearts?
Or
Are we going to follow the discerning star of
Glowing reason and allow lustrous wisdom
Institute its simmering dominion in our
Tormented minds?
2.
Are we going to constantly give fortified shelter to
Detrimental fears and permit fatal pessimism
Establish its depressing presence,
In our serene lives?
Or
Are we going to evict, detrimental dread, from our
Excruciating consciousness and relinquish vivifying
Optimism to enact its invigorating message,
All over our agonizing planet?
3.
Are we going to stand, apathetically still in front of
Virtue’s constant devastation and grant mean vice,
Permission to grow its abominable fruit of injustice
In our loving society?
Or
Are we going to become vigorously implicated in
Rectitude’s resurrection by putting up a gallant fight for
The condemnation of dreary crime,
In our fearful world?
4.
Are we going to let fading belief steadily degenerate our
Blazing ethics and permit sinister infamy, build its
Damnable empire of anarchy, in our
Mystic souls?
Or
Are we going to work, with ever-expanding zeal to
Revive glittering morality by sanctioning compassion and
Regenerating empathy and bringing harmony in
Our damned society?
5.
Are we going to sacrifice illustrious truth on the
Wicked altar of self-interest and endure venomous lie
Undisturbed to flourish in the midst of our
Community?
Or
Are we going to courageously strive against the
Catastrophic falsehood by allowing rapturous
Veracity thrive and blossom within
Ourselves?
6.
Are we going to remain helpless prey of
Mischievous hatred and grand carnivorous war the
Permit to destroy and devour life on
Eternal earth?
Or
Are we going to transform ourselves to
Charitable giants and give birth to everlasting peace and
To ever-enduring love for every fellow
Living being?
7.
If your choice is not the former but the latter, my
Loving friend,
Then
Do not just whisper but ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2020
When then sun sets east on a western shore
as the clouds laugh in the sky
I will call your name as I close door
taking time to wonder why
In the second chance that I come to find
when the moon sings on the sea
I will thank the stars that I left behind
standing right in front of me
Walking to the place that we call our own
with a daisy in my hand
Hoping that this bloom will correct the tone
that you'll somehow understand
And I feel the breeze of a twilight dream
as the trees begin to pray
Falling to their knees down along the stream
in a soft believing way
Then as nature calls in a whispered voice
so that only you can hear
I contend that I having not a choice
now decide to make it clear
For you are the one I've been looking for
with my eyes now opened wide
To seed the flow we have found before
like the calming evening tide
Just like lemon pie on a Sunday drive
sweet as anything we know
When the choir sings as the crowds arrive
hoping that the truth will show
That you are my one, truly only need
for time has stood it's due
Just takes these words I have penned to read
I am so in love with you
while the