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Yo, I say yo,
Don’t go until you here this,
This bliss, don’t dismiss, my message,
I know 8 mc’s, 7 in physical form, one in spiritual essence,
We got presence,
It all started, with the Jerry G Lucas,
And then Lucas Jr.
He will school ya,
And Melba, the compassionate,
Castin’ it aside, all notions of herself,
In a symphony of sacrifice,
And then there’s me the poet scholar,
I wear a colla,
Of slayin’ beasts of hatred,
But I’m elated,
Because I found ha,
The christocentric, Madonna,
Who set my world on fire,
She’s no lia,
She claims the desire,
Of minions of millions of men,
Who envy my wisdom,
In choosin’ this venus,
Who gave birth to the child of light,
I mean a warrior of right,
Autumn, the season of joy,
And with little Woodrow, we make seven,
We going to heaven,
And leadin’ the world there,
Gerald G Junior, He’ll school ya,
With business elasticity,
And he’ll help you see,
The light of common urgency,
The magnificent 7, and with Christ we make 8,
The numba of new beginnin’s
Sending, minions, to lendin’ love, and covetin’ kindness,
Can you rhyme this,
It all started with the patriarch,
He had no fatha,
But with his iron will,
He became the transcendent,
You can’t bend it,
His fist of fury,
With methodical precision,
He makes ya listen,
And can you understand, this man, of the ages?
Maybe so, maybe not,
But can’t no one stop us,
Cause we a clan,
Of the all mighty,
Shine bright we,
Will change the face of Arrakis,
Amen.
IV.
Lia called himself a woman,
though his chromosomes disagreed,
inside he felt he was female,
he made that his identity.
In the second year of high school,
the woke faculty played along,
but Lia would not face the knife,
even if his body felt wrong.
Now Lia was fond of running,
and he went out for track and field,
some of the girls didn’t like this,
but the coaches made them all yield.
At the first race he outpaced them,
breaking the records as he ran,
the teachers all declared him ‘brave,’
but beyond that he won few fans.
Parents showed up at school meetings,
decrying how this was not fair,
a man who’d gone through puberty
simply had no real business there.
Their daughters who had trained so hard
were now cheated, no chance to win,
since a man racing meant it all
was over, why even begin?
What was the point of women’s sports
if it now was open to men?
soon enough guys would rule it all,
like the 1950s again.
Lia was shocked by all this talk,
how dare they rant and misgender?
She went online to call them out,
but most just called him ‘pretender.’
Declared he was an ******* who
couldn’t compete against the guys,
that his ego needed stroking
so he flipped to the other side.
The female runners hated him,
and refused to associate,
rhe male runners thought him a joke,
their mockery stung more than hate.
Lia found out, when all was done,
that nobody really was ‘trans,’
a man cannot be a woman,
a women cannot be a man.
LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that
glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest dined and danced,
lived the Creole lady Madame LaLaurie.
It was graced with carved iron work and mahogany doors of carved flowers that
adorned the majestic home with it's small alleyway.
She was known as the most beautiful women of New Orleans with porcelain skin
and hair of fine silk, who entrusted her slave Lia to brush each night as she
listened to the waters of the Mississippi river sway.
Lia of only twelve would humbly brush each strand of locks until one night
it caught upon a knot.
With the whip in hand and in a fit of rage she chased Lia to the roof top of
it's polished ledge.
Lia being so fearful of her wrath and the striking of the whip plunged to her death
in the shadows of the dimness night.
With never a scream only the last gasp of life, her mind on a freedom she
longed and dreamed.
She's now resting among the flowers and vines beneath a Cypress Tree that
gently brushes her somber grave.
Creeping and crawling
over walls and paths of stone
broken vines spike deep
Silence weeps farewell
as blossoms sleep deep at night
tranquil Lia now blooms
Contest Sponsored by: Lin Lane ' A House in New Orleans' 1/18/2016
Placed 4th
Into the depths of my soul I searched once
The happiest day of my life to find
Difficult to locate wasn't at all
For was the day that love our hearts enshrined!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 October 2019
P.S. I would like to thank all my friends for their support as well as
the officials of PoetrySoup for the honor of POTD!
ATTENTION: S O S!
I am away because a good friend of mine suffers from Myelodysplastic Syndrome which as you know causes Leukemia. She has tried all known treatments but to no avail, now I help her to find an alternative treatment. PLEASE, if you know someone or something that could help let me know for the time is pressing! This goes to everyone who reads this poem! God be with you! Thank you!
MY FRIEND, LIA, HAS ASKED ME TO THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYERS. SHE IS VERY MUCH TOUCHED BY YOUR RESPONSE AND YOUR CARING. YOU HAVE GIVEN HER ADDITIONAL COURAGE AND FAITH THAT ALL WILL BE FINE! SHE WISHES TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES HEALTH AND HAPPINESS! GOD BLESS YOU!
In your darkness you will find the light,
Within the light you will find the Lord…
Warring Angels assemble to unite,
Raising their golden shield and sword…
All that is evil must come to an end,
Famine, sickness and raging war…
The Angels are preparing to defend,
The Lord commands with a loving pour…
Stars are aligning before the battle,
Spiritual star seeds will come to stand…
All evil that is left will shake and rattle,
For the Lord will be throughout the land…
Calling on all Angels of the Holy Trinity,
Fighting for love of the Lord’s eternity.
This poem is dedicated to our dear friend Demetrios Trifiatis and his female friend Lia...she suffers from Myelodysplastic Syndrome which causes Leukemia.
Dear poetic sisters & brothers, let's send them our prayers and love...god bless all and especially LIA .
Oct.10.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest
Tell me oh, Existence:
Are you the mother of life
Or
Are you the father of death?
Are you my dying life
Or
Are you my living demise?
Are you the embodiment of my dreams
Or
Are you the incarnation of my nightmares?
Are you my relentless Winter
Or
Are you my eternal Spring?
Whatever you are though, your offspring, I am
Thus
A complaint from me you would never hear
For
To you, into eternity I totally belong!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 March 2021
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* DEDICATED TO AN EXTRAORDINARY LADY- LIA- A VERY CLOSE FRIEND OF MY WIFE'S AND MINE WHO LEFT THIS WORLD JUST A FEW HOURS AGO. R.I.P. OUR BELOVED FRIEND. GOD IS WAITING TO TAKE YOU INTO HIS ARMS! WE LOVE YOU!
** THIS IS THE THIRD DEATH IN TWO WEEKS BECAUSE OF COVID-19 AMONG MY CLOSEST FRIENDS AND RELATIVES! R.I.P.
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I took my spiritual walk, with no one to talk to exposed myself, Cleaning up, cleansed
up, went through chemotherapy cut my hair, walk through the valley of death without no
fears, everyone turned they back on me at my lowest point, had me going to bed in tears.
But since since I represent the one, Allah he said rise you're not going out like this my
son. No more hole, no more lump, your healed. I'm clean , i'm thankful i'm on Jesus team,
he's much more than a prophet. People backstabbing, abandoned me, calling me crazy, lia
and say they love me but can't pick up the phone it's all good i'm blessed. I live above
yall, while yall struggle, and guess what since I walk twain with Christ I still love yall.
Form:
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails
On a day never unseen
when our souls are called to rest
And our bodies returned to dust
From whence they came
Whether burdened with age
Or unable to cross life's next stage
If in bed we Lia in wait
Or by force others do take
On a day not unforeseen
When the key to our creation
Unlocks the door to mans destruction
And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
in love with death
Cyclically life and death move
For death brings us sorrow
But a day would come we will all follow
And when again life is gone
In new bodies we shall be born
In whom evil dominates
A lower being regenerates
In whom good prevails
A pure soul avails