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DOMESTICATED ANIMALS
Our friends, Animals,
Your name from the Greek word
“Anemos” comes,
That Anaximenes, the wise of old,
The divine wind, that sustains the
Universe, named,
Which with every breath, the lugs of
Living beings fills
All of them animates.
Our comrades you are,
Our benefactors,
Companions in our life’s
Journey,
Guarantors of our
Endurance,
The path to survival, you
Have guarded for us,
Us, who call ourselves,
Humans
Without your presence, absent
We today would be
That’s why I call you
Benefactors
Because
You kept us fed when
Hungry were,
Kept us warm, when from
Cold we suffered,
On your uncomplaining backs
You carried us
And our hard labor you, for us,
Performed
Never asking something
In return
For
Your unending sacrifices!
The time has come for me
And all of us, I believe,
Our gratitude to you
To demonstrate
By treating your nature
With kindness
And never cause you
Any pain
Since you, as well as us,
GOD'S creation are,
Intended HIS HOLLY work
To maintain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 February 2013
Anaximenes Of Miletus , (flourished c. 545 bc), Greek philosopher. There is evidence that he made the common analogy between the divine "anemos" wind, that sustains the (Cosmos) universe and the human “wind” or soul, "anima" that animates people.
They are forming clusters in the sky, and you cannot see them with your naked eyes you have to consult the giant telescope and go deep sea fishing in a construction boat, and when the wind hits your back you must zoom in everything from the top and the clusters will stare back at you.
Have I ever missed your point, I can see through every joint, the nozzle and the funnel are blocked up with grease and you need a fan to release the heat.
The fanbelt is worn out and the fan is clogged up with dirt, examine the battery terminal carefully and you will see what is going on at the top.
There is a big crack between the gaps, and lugs are bent at the end, the battery cannot hold the charge and that is why the engine takes long to turn and it always shutting down. The battery is very old, and you must take it to the junkyard and replace it with a new one.
I stand in the yard and watch him sweat over the old car, the car is shutting down and it’s the only vehicle he has to take him around the town. He takes it to the shop, but they took all the money he has got and the next day it leaves him stranded on the road.
He try to fix it himself but it absorbs all his energy, and it makes you really feel sorry. Yesterday he rolled down the street and in seconds the tire burst causing a huge explosion in the center of the town. The people start running and the dogs start barking and a big commotion breaks out in middle ground.
He put on a spare tire and hurry to take his wife to the doctor but halfway through the journey the gasket burst spilling grease all over the place, but help was near, and the roadside job was cleared.
Have I ever missed your point? Every meeting you go I have always stood up for you when the bullies come charging at you. I form a wedge between the wall and you and prevent them from hurting you. I have sealed up all the holes and patch up the place and completed the document before the expiration date.
There is cluster around you, and the gigantic whale is waiting for you. I have invested more than a billion dollars in them, and they will parachute towards the heaven. They are on the ground and in the air and they are coming over there. The clusters are everywhere, and you must prepare.
Vibram lugs 2 inches thick
for edge work back when
I was so young
with mountains to climb
the leather uppers
with mink oil spread
in the oven baked
again and again
Mountains I climbed
and dusty trails walked
like friends of old
they still remain
in dark of night
as I do cry
in fear I tremble
and wonder why
dreams of youth
in spring of years
golden sunshine
that could never and
a orange back pack
on aluminum frame
4000 cubes
that so much held
Baseball mitts
and skiing wax
holstered canteens
and hammocks of string
wonder I now
just what it will hold
if the long road
my feet will find
when does come
new dawn breaks
life begins again
and death flees away
a sleeping bag filled
with hollofil II
will it then replace
my King size bed
nightmares were then
a distant unfelt thing
words on the news
unknown to me
if healthy lived
kept active mind
dreams then could grow
keep nightmares at bay
yet dreams now do end
golden sun does set
dark of night will fall
cannot be held at bay
again take up my staff
and the backpack fill
sturdy boots again to wear
and on the road go away
I saw you at the front of the steps
I simply smiled and you said
"There's nothing left"
You seemed astonished
But then again I promised
Open your eyes and take note
Beneath the ash, soot, and moat
See for yourself the remains of an eternity
Moments before death
Moments before new life
There was something that out-weighed a single breath
Family and hugs
Bug stains on a pair of brand new Lugs
I leave this place with no regrets
Fulfill prophecies
And up the any on unprofitable bets
For now the plan is set
You and I are pieces of eternity
With every head bowed
And every eye closed
We see the tragedies we've allowed
Though I'll reach heaven
I'll remain a part of Hell
Let the furnace dry up any tears in my trail
I was once here, Once there
At some point I was everywhere
Reality tears from the eyes of eternity
Once a coffee hut relaxed upon a corner
Sympathy of a day to day mourner
Warm blue berry pie, just a slice
Seems I’ve been cursed an outcast in this life
Shadows taunt my guilt in these dark moments
The trauma that left Loved ones speechless
Even when they were so desperate to comment
A Smile that stained the face of a once close friend
Until my closure, until my ill fated end
The sounding of a missionaries gun
Out in the open, no where to run
Could it have been the suffering in my innocence?
A figure some what indecent
Take me, but through the fire, through the rain
These words will remain through eternity
Quest the shove your fate, my mate.
With the advice of the dough of joy sate,
To coincidentally run into one's soulmate.
In the way of other options, we baste.
Though worries were springing up thus briskly,
Settle on the result to uphold the rules swiftly.
Equally, dismiss woe's ragged remnants slickly.
Hunting by dint of endless strides befittingly,
Unrepairable harm might initiate uneasiness.
Shouldn't we venerate oddity and cleverness?
On the overall sum of scars stockpiled across,
Reliance is reckoned by integrity uprightness.
Defying scarcity's mayhem with disdain.
It doesn't reckon what term may sustain.
Unremorseful acknowledgment of a reign.
Each hurdle was cruelly drawn with pain.
Even if gentle, one should build expertise.
People-pleasing in the face of harsh peruse,
May use risk to gain fortune and to get wise.
Outperforming one's inner welfare also increases.
Yet, read stories' old age lots on the oozy listing.
Those that kiss beasts hazard flotsam beguiling.
While hunting for skill's idea, that follows on daring
Divine treasures that hazard using lugs embracing.
Written: February 04, 2022
Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
There are women who feel a strong need
To nag men until their ears bleed
In a war of attrition
With relentless petition
Is a cruel way to make men concede
Men wish for a life of peace
But get nagged by a tongue that won't cease
Men will just say
It's the female DNA
That must out in its need for release
We can’t help it; we just HAVE to nag
Guess some folks would call us 'an old hag'
But men get on our nerves
When you paw at our curves
Men should give up and wave the white flag
We can suffer from bad PMT,
Become ogres that men want to flee
We scream and we shout
Say we’ll throw you out
But for some reason you wont let us be
Better by far, we should try this next time
It's effective and will prove sublime
By wearing earplugs
In each of our lugs
We'll be laughing whilst nagging - in mime
Laughing together will lighten our day
It's a tonic to chase our problems away
For a really big smile
Can last a long while
And we'll both get along better that way
24th January 2016-01-24
Collaboration by Jan Allison and Rob Bettridge
Here she comes
Walking down the street
What's she wearing
Looking so neat
Lime green shirt
Really a treat
Black dress pants
The style she tweeks
Pride walking
Through the door
Keeps her stride
Even more
She looks good
She looks fine
Best in the neighborhood
What's that at her feet
A dog on a lease
He looks good
He looks fine
He finest kind
Prancing, dancing
Does many feats
Taunt goes the lease
He's running on those feet
The lease go taunt
Dog snatches
She suffers defeat
She looks daunt
The dog pulls, tugs
The lady lugs
She runs, he looks
Behind
Come on your mine
She looks daunted
She looks haunted
Who is walking who
The lady in lime green
Or the Chihuahua
Who thinks he can
Boss the whole neighborhood
(Saw a woman walking a chihuahua probably weighed 3 lbs. except he was walking her.
Thought of a song from long ago "There she comes walking down the street" don't
remember title or artist but thought I need to give credit here.)
Form:
Come pray in this shady, serene location,
A place of sheer bliss and candid delight,
This scenic mead has a form and motion,
Bear me dip in calm; God bore me insight.
A place of sheer bliss and candid delight,
While bowing below trees, nectar will overflow,
Bear me dip in calm; God bore me insight,
Hear the spells while gazing at the show.
While bowing below trees, nectar will overflow,
Nature's lure lugs me, its veins keen light,
Hear the spells while gazing at the show,
Noble kites rise as the lilts on the height.
Nature's lure lugs me, its veins keen light,
I am ogling at the sky, and love swells deep,
Noble kites rise as the lilts on the height,
Our joy fuels ardor as we cheer and leap.
I am ogling at the sky, and love swells deep,
This scenic mead has a form and motion,
Our joy fuels ardor as we cheer and leap,
Come pray in this shady, serene location.
Written: May 23, 2022
I look up at the skies above me
to describe how I was feeling
but there was no color in the sky
And the old man in the clouds
Was no were to be found
He died a century ago
The sky had lost its luster
And the glory in the moon had disappeared
The stars were nowhere to be found
And the silver lining on the cloud
had fallen to the ground
There was no color in the sun
And the baseball pitcher
had already completed the home run
I use my paint brush to create the scene
And pastel colors to assemble a new dream
But the man-made color kept disturbing me
The new faces in town were acting
Like some twelve century clown
I tried to force some words out
But they kept gargling
in the back of my throat
And I couldn’t express how I feel
I just allow my weight
To absorb with the passing breeze
I couldn’t tell from whence this feeling came
But it was obvious that life wasn’t going to be the same
I dug in the utmost part of my mind
And I came up with a lucrative design
that could not appease my mind
In a split second
The transition was made
And a new ambition was formed
The old heaven collapse to the ground
And a new heaven gave birth to
A miraculous world
The pigments in pastels
Diffuse the living hell
and the old lugs fell off the truck
Around the bend
Apple and Peach are in the basket
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The Sea of Galilee aint in Texas
good lord I truly love just walking that sea
nobody else will join us in Texas
and that's why I'm heading to Tennessee
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I'd be playin' that pie-an-no
in Texarkan-NADA Dry
upside-down that panhandle
Flori-DUH, I know why
Galveston aint New Orleans
it's nigh Corpus Christi Highs
not about the school's teachings
not score floored football guys.
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Be on the loose with Canadian Goose
in OttawA-LOHA calls
We EarthShake -N- VolcanoBake
surfin' Viagra Falls
We all know Zen our hospital friend
where he says good night as you rest quite awhile
Fished and caught an Elk, shot a rainbow--killed a trout,
for that's, indeed, CHICAGO style!
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We crack wide open folks were smokin',
golden age just sizzlin' Pan-DUH bear rugs,
I'll-Ask-'um, should-know, south of Catchy-Can-Can
[Translate only] (Alaskans, Juneau...Ketchikan)
I'll heed you Vice ... ere Good-buy, bail those lugs,
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Map--my, what will they think of next?
All those Ex's down in Texas!
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