Long Harasses Poems
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Why is it that we have so many names for cops?
Policeman. Pig. Law Enforcement Officer?
Now that ones a real laugh.
Who is it? Why is it? How is it?
These quasi Nazi Neanderthal’s get to break
any law they please? Throwing us in jail...
What are we doing?
What warped, wasp, principle
dictates to us, the populous.
What angst allows us to submit?
Intellect, the nemesis of all,
neither sex, race, creed nor national origin determine it?
Yet, too much of it makes ones suitability
for law enforcement dubious.
Sometimes I wonder...
Wouldn’t it be more economically viable
amidst this capitalistic crap
for the small towns and cities alike
to purchase donut franchises
and save citizen's cents for the library?
Ah, YES!
After all, then the politicans and the FORCE
Can harasses drop out drop- ins
And dip donuts in a more cost-effective manner.
Contest: Behind Bars Blue
The enemy tortures my mind
Sends me trouble that I can’t right
He whispers in my ear of all I’ll find
When I look for joy, peace and light
There will be anger, despair and strife
He will send worry and depression
All the things that destroy my mind
Please, God, keep the enemy away from me
Force him to leave me alone within
Where all this trouble harasses me
And causes me to question my very sanity
Please God, get the enemy to leave my mind
Fill me with joy, freedom and insight
Let him know he has no control over my life
That you are my strength and you’re always right
The enemy tries to control my very heart
With torturous words of all that is unnerving
He brings me pieces of heartbreak to linger on
And touches my soul with disillusionment
He always wants to bring me down to his level
Where there is nothing but pain and the devil
But, God, will answer me and free my heart to be
Joyful and happy, filled with gladness unimaginable
Please, God, keep the enemy away from me
Force him to leave me alone within
Where all this trouble harasses me
And causes me to question my very sanity
Please God, get the enemy to leave my mind
Fill me with joy, freedom and insight
Let him know he has no control over my life
That you are my strength and you’re always right
Don’t let him near me, my glorious God
Keep me in your presence where I can find peace
Never leave me nor forsake me, sweet Jesus
Forever bring me closer to your spirit
Please bring me closer to thee, my Prince
Envious hearts would never be lovers of truth and justice but devotees to falsehood and injustice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2016
* Today I received a soup mail from someone who never visits me, accusing me of supporting someone who harasses ladies and gentlemen alike!
I would never commit injustice against anyone! I only comment on the poem written ignoring why the poem is written.
Sometimes poems are fictitious. It is impossible to know what is in the mind of the writer since there are no names of the supposed victim! I DECLARE THAT NEVER SUPPORTED OR WILL I SUPPORT ANY INJUSTICE and would like to let this person know that I am a free man and an honest one! It is better for the author of that soup mail not to try to turn one person against the other. Here we are not to divide people but to unite them! At least I AM DOING IT IN PRACTICE.
God bless him who sent me the message and may he sees the light and stop creating groups to fight one against the other so as for him to reign! I also ask all our soupers to work in harmony for we suppose to be poets inspired by God and since GOD IS LOVE let us LOVE ONE ANOTHER!
Where I stay, an affluent place
There are many friends… who I embrace
But, come this fall entered a boy tall
And soon he became an embarrassment for all
For he is the proverbial BULLY come true
He harasses children less his size, they be pink or blue!
He takes their toys and breaks them in two
And giving to his victims says, one fer me and one fer you.
He puts his foot forward, while they are running
Making them fall hard…Oh, see his cunning!
His parents they don’t stop him and people don’t talk to him,
Yet he continues to embarrass all of them
His actions they tend to intimidate them all,
He at his age is yet considered too small
Taking advantage he Bullies us all
Oh someone put an end to this menace, once and for all!
Then my mother she took an oath
To stop this menace, and to shake his tooth
She told the people and his parents, et al
To desert the society, where they lived so long
One day not finding anyone in the building,
Mr. Bully sat playing all day long,
but come evening when the shadows grew tall
He was scared not seeing anyone at all
He ran from one house to another and cried and all
Yet no one came to his rescue, no one stood by him tall
When he saw us the next day, a new boy he had become
Now he troubles no one….His lesson he’s learnt!
Word Quintet in C Major
By Stark Hunter
Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible,
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In this annihilating armada,
This incontrovertible migration,
This inexorable swarm
To the watery crossroads of the dry places,
To the liquid asphalt of insipid time!
I stare at you from across the room here.
I stare and gawk and hawk at you,
And I feel the pelting rain of desire.
You look good over there, sitting
With beautiful gleaming crossed legs.
“Sorry, beg your pardon,
I say, but have we not met before?
Did we not share beers on the Terrace of Tyre
At sunset?
Did we not tell each other stories,
Old stories of love and betrayal and heartbreak?
At sunset?
Did we not look away from each other,
When stories of new love suddenly emerged,
As with a new sunrise?”
My friend, there is no
Escape from this throbbing hole, no
Escape from this cold numbing wind,
This whirlingly insane wind
Of cold blasts of killing ice.
And I ride here
Ride like a sweating Sultan,
Astride the mighty beast of Tyre!
Perched high in rich raiment,
I wave to the multitudes
I send a salute to the throng!
I ride shotgun here
Ride nice and easy
Like a tanning garçon on his off day,
Like a sitting trog waiting wistfully,
Waiting waiting for gams not intended for him.
My friend, the world turns and turns,
It turns today and tomorrow,
It will turn as the river turns in spring,
It will turn as a woman’s heart turns,
When eyes that once stared ahead, now look away.
It will turn my friends because it has to!
Riding, Riding, Riding….
Downhill now! The insane wind
Assaults me. Harasses me. Accosts me.
It presses its loose lips upon my face,
It seeks the mad blood of passion!
“Let us calm ourselves
Reassure ourselves
That all is right and as planned.
Let us all look at one another!
Let us all nod in agreement!
The days ahead will manifest themselves,
Transfigure themselves,
As blooms upon the water lilies.
They may smile at you
Yet they don’t really mean it
They may smile at you
Yet their hearts are angry
They may show you the smile
Yet there souls are grieved
The smiling faces.
Don’t trust any smiling face
Show them your smile
But don’t smile ear to ear
You may be smiling back
Yet they want to see whether you brushed
You may smile at them
Yet they want to see the gaps in your teeth.
Don’t trust a smiling face
It may smile during day
And it harasses you in the night
It may smile for you during happiness
And tortures you during anger.
The smiling faces are bad.
Trust no smiling face.
They may smile at you
Yet they don’t really mean it
They may smile at you
Yet their hearts are angry
They may show you the smile
Yet there souls are grieved
The smiling faces.
Don’t trust any smiling face
Show them your smile
But don’t smile ear to ear
You may be smiling back
Yet they want to see whether you brushed
You may smile at them
Yet they want to see the gaps in your teeth.
Don’t trust a smiling face
It may smile during day
And it harasses you in the night
It may smile for you during happiness
And tortures you during anger.
The smiling faces are bad.
Trust no smiling face.