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I don't like being called a loner,
and being ridiculed later;
my withdrawl from life
has taught me the hardest lesson
of all times...one so unforgettable!
My strides were never recognized,
or much less ignored;
I mourned life instead of death,
as boring days brought in contention...
I was becoming very insensible!
I didn't have a chioce,
but to join the common place
to activate inside an incredible rage;
I refused to realize that working for a wage
had a purpose and esteem...
something that felt so genuine!
People from all walks of life
sometime have joined the common place,
having swayed from their path
to experience a horrible heart-break!
I have never found the way to riches,
to laud myself and impress others
with the sum of my fortunes
or the glitter of my jewels;
I remained in the common place
to retain my humble spirit and
take away my ironic smile:
to see the possibility of my potential!
Today there's a War of the Words going on
Today there's a War of the Words.
It's taking place all over this beautiful land of ours
Polluting our precious air and clear-blue streams
Muddying our forests, our meadows, our parks,
Trashing our buildings, our subways, our cityscapes.
Today there's a War of the Words going on
In our workplaces -- our offices, factories, and construction sites
In our schools -- our classrooms, corridors, and teachers lounges
In our palaces of entertainment -- our theaters, concert halls, and sports stadiums.
Today there's a War of the Words just about everywhere you turn;
It's almost impossible to avoid being a minor casualty if you have two ears.
Because today there's a War of the Words going on around us:
Foul-smelling and tasting, putrid, gross, abominable, wretched,
Horribly inexpressive, unacceptable, not-so-long-ago prohibited
Unthinkable even, insensitive, insensible, but uncensored
Curse Words.
There's a War going on, my friends: A War for the Soul of this Nation:
Let us return to civility, to civil discourse, to reasoned discussion
To toleration of others and others' opinions or idiosyncrasies
To a time when rage was not found on the road or the radio and
Rants were not heard from nearly everyone on everything everywhere.
America: Let us win
This ongoing War of the Words
Let us self-censor our
Curse Words
Entry in "Societal Discontent" contest, sponsored by Brendan J. Simons
Deadline: April 23, 2018
I am so annoyed
Ringtones I cherished once
are now mere headache,
Buzzing at odd hours
advertisements, bank calls,
saving schemes,
As if being paid
to waste precious time
and annoy people ?
Who gives them numbers?
I simply go crazy........
Social media
so much negativity,
Insensible discussions
biased against some,
Religious issues
put to flame, why ?
To promote hatred
and violence, why ?
I just can't stand........
Where are the owners?
The politicians,
The so called learned,
spreading the fire
and flaring up civil war,
Justice denied,
Corruption flourishes,
Govt offices taking bribe,
I am out of my mind.....
Even the top educated
throw waste on roads,
Spitting and smoking
at public places,
Cry our waters
on getting polluted,
Noise irritates
even the sick at hospitals,
The air we breathe
gases beyond permissible,
Eating up greens
In name of development,
I am so annoyed......
Do we leave to our young,
A world of misery?
Selfishness and hatred?
Poor birds and creatures
on verge of extinction?
Nature crying
exploited mother Earth ?
Wake up wake up,
you hearts bleeding white,
those thoughtless minds,
Wake up wake up,
I am so annoyed.........
Sweet ringtone of my phone......
Lovely morning......
Positivity.......
Written August 5th, 2015
For contest "I am so annoyed" by Mary
You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,
You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,
You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,
You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,
You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,
You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,
You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors of universal laws,
You,
Who have deliberately put me through
The tormenting agony of dying
By
Strewing your treacherous dark web of
Your unworthy ambitions, all over my face,
Shadowing my generous fertility and
Rendering me sterile,
Behold,
For the time has come for you
To feel my wrath and my fury
Boiling lava over you
To flow every day,
Kneel,
Your tiny mortal beings
In front of the immortal cosmos,
For the shiny heavy sword of
Universal justice,
Avenger of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2020
* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada, when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, I was making efforts to raise consciousness to save Mother Earth. "THE MOURNING OF MOTHER EARTH." THIS IS A STERN WARNING TO ALL OF US WHO DESTROY HER: REMEMBER, NOT MUCH TIME IS LEFT TO SAVE OUR PLANET AND OURSELVES!
Senses defeated by the defile of insensible
Who stepped in with motives ostensible
To take pledge upon our platform honorable,
With list full of agenda for power extensible!
Frustrations of the mass just regrettable
Living consequences of action abominable.
Who to address in this moment insufferable?
Dictatorship in democracy, how deplorable!
Where to turn for their decisions reprovable?
How to make those imposed rules revocable?
Unfortunate for the majority lot expugnable,
Today innocents to pay what unacceptable!
Bear now one upon another, the dishonorable
Or stand up to end the conspiracy, if you’re capable.
Join today the minority of people with action noble!
The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty
Act 1, Scene 1
King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?
King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?
Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch?
King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!
Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?
King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!
Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?
King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?
Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!
An illusion; a blurred vision; psychic collision;
Deja vu caused in me an invisible division;
My mind and heart showed me a situation lived before,
What happened and what would happen floated from core to fore...!
Lightning of experiences of the past brightly stroke,
Streams of headspaces within seas of likes and dislikes broke;
A spasm of thoughts and feelings conscripted conflicting events,
Psychic disposition got divided into segments...!
A sensibly insensible synthesis churned within,
A feeling, like a pin-prick, erupted pain in my skin;
Within, existence flew flawlessly with fresh surprises,
With bounded and unbounded preciously pristine wises...!
20 February 2023
Deja vu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Their death could have been prevented if rivarly,
misunderstanding and hostility had not been there...
had Verona not become a battle ground for the gentry,
but unlikely comedy that makes us burst into laughter,
tragedy puts some sense into our foolish heads shunning this truth:
they didn't have to die uselessly in the prime of their youth!
O insensible people, mourn the young lovers from Verona with sympathy
to realize that love is unstoppable as the coming of dawn;
we can try to kill it with jealousy, envy, anger or even murder...
but what the outcome will be? Heartbreak and regret over
a disastrous event such as the one Shakespeare wrote in his teary,
dramatic play to warn us that it shouldn't be disapproved with a frown.
Peacefully sleep, o young lovers from Verona! Even this saddened poet will not forget...
how courageous and desperate you were to end your vibrant lives with that insane thought!
Toward Spring the Men Withdraw
Toward spring the men withdraw the peak of absence unbound with
roots above the mouth a few pull back some sand in a great hatred
of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof we don't even know how hot
it is but in fields in the cool others of their weakness strike them you float
at the ceiling we silence them but how can they not hear us in their harsh light take us from
Arms of our ugly ones wean us we are bad girls out of necessity we silence even
daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy of the world in which we spin accompanied
and cheerful take ribbons from our napes out of necessity we cannot undress
from insensible colors we don't even know how hot it is refuse us from fingers the hands
burning in their certain electrocution we came by car with eyes open
Each before a cat drew us your gentle principle which we
felt very badly we filled spaces away from you we unpeeled the air from eyes
our ugly ones you realize we withdraw in chaos multiple who kept you
in mind you cannot also kill us it's all different we rise orderly like some
remembered axes the donors we unbury above the ceiling toward spring
The men withdraw the peak of absence with roots above the mouth a few
pull back sand in a hatred of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof
we don't even know how hot it is in fields in the cool others strike them you float at
ceiling we silence them in their harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones wean us
we are bad girls we silence daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy we are cheerful
Take ribbons from our napes we don't undress from insensible colors how hot
it is refuse us the hands burning in the certain electrocution we came by
car eyes open each before the cat drew us the gentle principle we
felt badly we filled spaces we unpeeled the air from eyes you realize
we withdraw in chaos multiple we kept you in mind don't kill us it's different we
Rise orderly like some remembered axes the donors we unbury above
the ceiling and the men the peak of absence with roots on mouth pull back sand in
the hatred of drought the fire climbs off them we don't even know how hot it is in the cool others
strike them we float at ceiling we silence in the harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones
wean us bad girls we silence daddy we kick de-rhythm cheerful ribbons from the nape
I trashed many deserving and precious loves in bloom
down my favorite path, where lovely lilacs grew;
I took everything they offered me with an eager hand,
but heartlessly buried thier worth underneath the cold sand...
How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish...
by showing no regard for their genuine feelings?
They loved me as if I was the only man alive having only one constant wish:
to spoil me with kisses and keeping me warm in their passionate embraces!
I constantly bite my hyprocritical lips, thinking of what I have done,
and guilt pounds steadly inside to rebuke my unkind deeds;
they wanted friendship more than gifts and fun...
they are strangers now, ignoring my greetings!
Intentional or not, I pursued pleasure instead of amability,
taking advantage of their vulrerability, leaving their sincere hearts empty;
doesn't an impish child get what he wants with his annoying cries?
That was me, so insensible and unfair, stealing trust and affection to satisfy my urges...
How did awareness reduce me to this state of misery?
They caught up with my clever lies and shut the door into my face,
reminding me that all good friends are hurt by dishonesty;
and now how can I win back their trust and not be affected by old malice?
How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish so driven by duality?
I put me first, leaving their intense desires behind;
they deserved to be understood and be truly loved,
without an indication of doubt from someone too impervious to their plea...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci