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The other day
you asked me my friend, who I am
I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true
look, how much alike we are,
no matter what, the color,
the creed
the race
the status.
Look,
I am born and I die
I suffer and I enjoy
I love and I hate, just
like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son,
a mother, a sister, a daughter, just
like you!
Happiness I seek
family to raise is my wish
peace to find I look for,
just like you!
I long
I loathe
I fear
I hope
I bleed
I heal, just
like you.
I believe
I doubt
I accept
I refuse
I laugh
I cry, just
like you.
We are alike
we are the same
we are brothers...children of
a unique father!
Tell me,
my brother
my friend
my ally
why do we have to oppose
to fight
to hurt
to destroy and
to eliminate one another?
Are our seas really that narrow
our oceans that small
our lands so limited to
contain all of us?
or
is it the case that
our hearts are not big enough
and our minds not so wide-open to
enfold all of mankind?
Listen to me, my other self;
it is up to us to change this world we have inherited
with its virtues and vices
history and culture
flaws and merits
and
try to make it
better
nobler
kinder and
more caring
by:
obliterating harmful beliefs
demolishing injurious divisions
destroying detrimental distrust
annihilating racism and eradicating
the erroneous feeling of poisonous
superiority
for
to bring the dawn of a new loving world
a world of acceptance
of respect
of justice
of equality
of love and of
universal brotherhood
thus
with peace in our hearts
liberated we would be from past’s
deleterious tribulations
that
for myriads of years, have kept us,
fighting one another! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 JUNE 2020
* Dedicated to the memory of George Floyd and to all those who
have fallen victims of racism!
R.I.P. for Justice would be served!
Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.
~ Emily Dickinson
Good words anoint, ill words kill
~ Florio
It's said that sticks and stones break bones
but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
let civil discourse have its due.
A finely crafted turn of phrase
will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
that drags one's soul down like a marsh.
Are not our writings most effective
when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling
whipped by some ill-tempered screed?
When I hear thunder's crash, I flee
from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
As though you speak a mile away.
I'm not promoting caged emotions;
ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
still left the message to embrace.
Written 21 Dec 2021
In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing
O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou bleakest horse ,this blackest night
Untethered and untied
Noble creature -"NOT"- I cried
A pallid stare through tousled mane
Treads the core of my hidden pain
So obvious now for all to see
My fear complies to jellyfied fragility
Hope drifts lost in catatonic misery
As does my scream in muted agony
Nostrils flared in malarial trembling
Gasps aloud from injurious dreaming
Departing tail of comets flight
Leaves me such a prophetic sight
Though no advocate of radical mass stick tummy,
there must needs be
some nonviolent modus operandi and/or
modus vivendi spelling abandonment,
whereby two party bicameral political
system in United States buzzfeed ding,
sans avarice, greed, nepotism... abasement
of sacrosanct principles enshrined in Constitution,
and Declaration of Independence clamor
for immediate attention to weedout,
uproot, stymie... crass, baseles, abhorrent...
exploitation of egregious abuse of power,
particularly of abolishment
vitiating sacred inalienable rights
vaingloriously, mercilessly, diffiantly...
killing (albeit courtesy of skulduggery),
hence requiring abortifacient
to terminate unfair fallout upon heads
(shoulders, knees, and toes)
of middle and lower class
countrymen/women nonabsorbent
to the countless injurious infractions
to manny innocent individuals
forcing vast majority of population
to become abstinent
asper the inherent abstract treasured gems
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
which once fledgling lucky accident
embarked upon by thirteen original
colonies bestowed opportunities
for migrants one and all to exalt
(amidst setbacks) many an accomplishment
unattainable in their (not so secure)
homeland when avast mecca of pristine
sea and sky invited fiercely
enterprising pioneers accouterment
to be plucked from the land, unfortunately
at mercy of indigenous people
(an unpardonable genocide), which blood,
sweat and tears allowed accruement
justly deserved personal,
or colonial achievement
September 10 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 5-6
Key Verse – Matthew 5:48 Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY HEAVENLY FATHER WHO TEACHES TRUTHS
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so righteous
About Your beatitudes of divine virtues
Enabling me to be gratefully courteous…
Blessed am I to trust You while receiving Your blessings, always plenteous.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so perfect
About Your principles conquering humanistic intellect
Enabling me to be humbly submissive to where You direct…
Blessed am I to learn from as Your ways I reflect.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so bright
About Your holiness with transforming might
Enabling me to be fervently persevering toward faith-height…
Blessed am I to follow You with joyful delight.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so important
About Your Word always significant
Enabling me to be prudently wise against the arrogant…
Blessed am I to be instructed well to know what You want.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so meaningful
About Your works majestically beautiful
Enabling me to be sincerely glad and worshipful…
Blessed am I to prioritize You, knowing that You’re wonderful.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so life-changing
About Your commands for my revival’s charging
Enabling me to be firmly strong midst sinfulness-raging…
Blessed am I to seek You for ministry-fruitfulness plunging.
Thank You for being my heavenly Father Who teaches truths, so victorious
About Your power omnipotently serious
Enabling me to be biblically successful despite selfish pride that’s injurious…
Blessed am I to triumph in You along Your name, awesomely glorious.
September 10, 2022
They divorced in the late sixties
I was young, just turning ten and listening
To their arguments, their disagreements
Revealing words that I knew were injurious
They walked away from each other
Determined to find… a new way, a new love
Someone who would make them forget
The love that had been a part of their lives
They didn’t tell me too much about it
Only that I’d spend time with each parent
Finding ways to share our weekends, our dreams
With fake smiles that would always beam
They both found their way to new loves
New hopes and dreams, new families to believe in
Leaving me, their one and only, to find comfort
In the silence, the solitude of being a part of the past
They struggled to give me the best they could
Never quick to remind me that I was from a broken home
A broken world where trouble was just normal
Where my heart felt so unsure – uncertain - broken
They didn’t pay much attention as I searched the past
For fragments of hope, fragments of a loving family
Remnants of promises, leftover optimism
Feelings that were left behind, where I was a part of them
They didn’t notice when I found the broken locket
It was cradled in a chest, hidden beneath a long ago
Where I had been the favorite child of a young love
And I found the courage to open up the locket and look inside…
There I found two kids – both smiling like they’d light the sun
With the joy found in their hearts, the wonder in their souls
Two hearts who had found one another and found something
Far more beautiful than sun or moon, more beautiful than the stars
In that broken locket, I found my mom and dad, two who knew…
That love was more wonderful than they’d ever figure out
Love was the guiding light, the ray of hope, the dream stirred up…
And, together, they were a part of a wonderful, fanciful reality
They didn’t know I found their smiles, happy and lighting
The camera’s lens – with joy immeasurable, a bond so pleasurable
That, soon, their child would be coming along… making them a family
And, in spite of what was to be, in that broken locket… hearts beamed!
One in Five poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Theme chosen: The Broken Locket
June 29, 2022
Apparently in time and space, the dark "House of the Empire of [Utter] Chaos" duly falls: Weakened injurious walls tumble into ruination and leave an untroubled, celebratory, sprawling horizon laughing all around. There's no ceiling, no roof: Only stars in the Heavens above. There's no foundation or floor, but for the good Earth and the near Unfathomable Depths, born Good News once again.
Reason, Rapture, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Faith ring.
Diana continues Her ruminations, Her meditations:
Smoldering, poisonous slag heaps become great, thriving, swaying oases. Running, fetid gutters, lining dark, trash-strewn city streets, are made Mighty, Rushing, Living, Life-Giving Water, Infinitely more precious than any gemstone, than mere silver, gold:
No forbidding skyline, no hopeless night, no empty windows lit in the dark, like staring, spying eyes:
The whole world becomes a warm, welcoming hearth fire:
Roots Deeper, Blissful Eternal Life in the
Light in the Presence of Omnipresent, All-Powerful,
All-Compassionate Divinity: At once, really -
All that ever was, is, and must transpire.
The chasm separating Heaven from Earth is bridged.
Natural harmony resonates in the Perfect Gnostic Circle:
Everything that one can see: Images Deeper, Deepest:
Earnest counsel, wiser, a view informed:
Due Curiosity, Inquiry, Experience, Knowledge:
Diana's fair brow knits.
She only seeks to enlighten us.
"One simply must understand," She says, now only a tad more serious.
In reply, one can only feign indifference,
the good light of day only welling.
***
"The rulers thought they did all they did by their own power and will, but the holy spirit was secretly accomplishing all through them by the spirit's will."
--- The gnostic Gospel of Philip
I reckon I've seen about everything in my nigh four-score years.
Obnoxious teens, obnoxious elders and unpleasant Wall-Mart cashiers,
And those baggy pants with the crotch nearly reaching to the knees,
But folks with a cell phone in their ear compare to none of these!
Some people sport spiked hair dyed orange, red or green.
Others with rings piercing their lips - a weird sight to be seen!
Gorgeous ladies flaunt tacky tattoos that seem mighty *****.
Plus all of that, they have a cell phone glued to the ear!
Vexatious ringtones on some cellular phones cause me to cringe,
'Specially if in a fine bistro or church my serenity they impinge!
The "William Tell Overture" in a concert is mighty fine to hear,
But please spare me that tinny tune from the cell phone in your ear!
Some use their cell phones while driving - to all others oblivious,
Never minding that such inattention could be very injurious!
Seems to me 'twould be tricky trying to concentrate and steer,
With that consarned cellular phone sticking in the ear!
Cell phones are an improvement in communications, I suppose,
With their music, cameras, computers and a dial that glows.
But, alas, for future generations I often wonder and fear:
Will babes be born with a cell phone protruding from the ear?
Entry for Simon Rogerson's "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Contest
(13 Feb 22)
Celestial rays indeed blaze midst eternal grace*…
Oh, they brace my vital days along spiritual life’s race
bringing revival sways during faith-filled upheaval praise
while against trial, my soul prays, devoid of denial-trace.
Around Christ’s fellowship light glows my worship delight…
His leadership-height guides toward stewardship flight;
glad friendship tight props prayer partnership plight
since workmanship might fights sin-flagship blight.
Through God’s victorious hand, I pursue glorious promised land
learning from His gracious command, being precious as He’s planned…
since He paid redemption’s injurious demand; furious death He did withstand
my faith with biblical conscious stand declares His love midst anxious band.
With gratitude’s zest, I seek God for solitude’s best…
upon trust-fortitude’s crest … within His beatitudes, blest
nestling in divine certitude’s breast toward servitude’s quest
in facing attitude’s test against pandemic latitude’s pest.
*Philippians 1:2 Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.
May 5, 2020
2nd place, "Grace and Solitude" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 5/9/2020.
Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.
Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?
Sure, I think that would be a crime.
Tell our readers how you spend time.
I love to travel everywhere,
So many places I move the air.
I have pushed ships across the sea
To new lands of opportunity.
I caress folks' faces and skin.
So they feel good outside and in.
I convey smells of fresh baked bread,
Jasmine flowers and roses, red,
The happy shouts of kids at play,
And singing birds to start the day.
Do you ever find that you get bored?
Are there more pastimes you've explored?
I make ladies' hair come undone.
I swiftly rustle skirts for fun.
I blow a hat off of a head.
I'll make a field goal miss instead.
Sometimes, when I get furious,
I'm a cyclone, injurious.
Thanks Wind, I've enjoyed our meeting.
This will be engaging reading.
And so, the interview ended.
Notes on which the piece depended,
Placed on the cafe table, unbound,
Were blown here, there, and all around,
As the interviewer was taught,
The Wind's a guy who can't be caught.