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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.
rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane
rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing
rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks, hens move on my doorway
sparrow, tailor birds soaked in the grove
flapping wings and feathers seek warm
rain comes and wets coconuts and betel-nuts trees
raindrops fall as trees tears
rain comes on the poorly pond
fishes are playing hide and seek around
kingfisher waits to make a dish of fish
in food natures allow- no bond
rain comes on paths, quay, field
a passerby walks with an umbrella
ship discharges goods
soaking child play mirthfully
rain comes on little boys and girls of the village
they use banana leaves on the head like an umbrella
rain comes on the desert
quenches its thirsty heart
rain comes around us
venomous, non-venomous snake crawls on frog liberally
earthworms cultivate soft field gamely
rain comes, water plays its rule over all
urban drains are full of naughty- garbage water
urbane street and footpath flooding
skyscraper building floating on immobile stinky water
rain comes unsurprisingly
cholera, diarrhea touches neighbor slum child
rain comes, roaring flood attacks terribly
dead crows, cows, dogs, mice in the urban dustbin
rain comes, soggy feelings on my sight
I do not find my pet cat and tame dog
rain comes, flooding, around my flooding
the street tong tea stall flooded away
supplying daily foods-goods are short
the tariff rate is high
rain comes with a price hike
rain comes but the doctor does not come
water cause patient increases day by day
rain comes with snow coolness
cough harasses beloved voice
I'm not hearing a welcome song of rain
rain comes and I come-
by the right eye, I see elated life of around nature
by the left eye, I see gloomy death is nature’s feature
-August 13, 2018 Chattogram
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
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!
Dead dreams and buried hopes form a graveyard in my mind
The souls of goals unfinished cry out in torment
As I walk with my head down
Eyes averted
Not daring to look at the shattered face of fantasies
Or meet the damning stare of possibilities
Guilt is a heavy cloud of rain ready to pour out its grief
Torrents of emotions cloud my senses as I try to escape
I try to emancipate my mind from this psychological deterrent
This blockade of doubt that harasses my unconscious mind
I try to run from the inescapable
But fear has me frozen in my tracks
It’s coming closer and closer
Failure is breathing down my back
Its breath chills the skin of my endurance
It has me quitting before I begin
I’m scared to turn around
But I am bound by survival to take a chance
To turn around and glance at the fears that haunt me
The dilemmas of indecision that taunt me
Standing stagnate would be suicidal
I’ve wasted so much time already by standing idle
Making my move I look toward the eastern horizon
Rays of hope begin peeking through the peaks of disaster
Burning bright and filling my soul with determination
Opening my eyes I look into the failure’s face
No longer afraid; No longer frozen
I set off towards the hills of destiny at a steady pace
Form:
Daisy of the darkened night
Spirits lifted by the day
But to her dismay
Her petals wilt
Into a tight
Corner of deep thoughts
The world says she is nothing
And worthless to all
Theses words to you maybe small
But to her they crawl in her mind
And makes a high pitched sound like a telephone ring
That stops and goes and breaks apart
When the rain falls she hears every drop
And her mind just can not take the sound
Going round and around
In her trembling head
She tells herself to stop
And try to be sane
But when she is alone
She whispers a silent tune
About the goddess of the moon
And Jupiter and Juana
Because there love has been stone-
D. Of lying and sinning
Her life seems to weep
When all time passes
Her thinking of love but the steps of people harasses
Her to sleep and she thinks of life in dreadful way
But when she is asleep
She dreams of a Hero
And this Hero in her dreams
Saves her in her doubt
And gets her on the right rout
To a place where milk and honey lies
And the seams
Of dresses are made of gold
The Heros words
Were charming and kind
And the words to describe them are hard to find
Form:
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!
Are you the one I can run to when the world turns against me?
Are you the one I can depend on when I’m at my weakest moment?
You’re the one I lean on when I can’t stand no more
I look at you to take my mind away from the chaos
When the paparazzi harasses me about last week’s victory
Baby I’m a man who wants the simple things in life
So I ask myself are the one for me?
I don’t need special attention when I received it from sports
I don’t need caterers especially when I eat very well
I tell you to be there and stay here with me and never stress
Because I can enjoy this with you and you holding me down
From jump I want you to acknowledge the love I’m giving
To be my number one isn't easy or hard
Be you and you will find us together more and more
But can I call you to answer my phone call?
Can I text you and know you will text back?
Can I eat dinner with you without ruining the moment?
Questions that need to be answered in sometime timely fashioned
So are you the one for me?
Often we talk of our
rich culture
And ask the
generations of
future
To follow it with
heart and soul
And to be proud of
its trends all
But some things make
me confused
For these trends are
often abused
What are the things
to be proud of
The things to be
preached loud of
Should I follow the
culture that teaches
To oppose the other
religious preaches
To oppose the
languages of others
To oppose the
sentiments of all
brothers
Should I feel proud
of the culture
That treats the
women like a minor
That harasses her
in a brutal way
That is ready all
the time to slay
That highlights the
caste discrimination
That never cares for
the respect of
nation
That feels joy in
smashing the weak
And deceiving others
to reach the peak
If all these are
good things of a
culture
They will not create
a human but a
vulture
To be uncultured I
would prefer
Before following
such a culture
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.
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