Long Men Poems
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So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
The Sowing
Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field
A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars ironed in the backs and inner thighs
The voices crying with no listening ear
Blood shines bright in moon's glow sons birth upon the fields
For eons it seems men stack rape like barley and wheat
Small ones soft ones and inexperienced virgins too
Daughters bled away dignity men their respect
Born work and ravished in the fields
Where is their medal of bravery
Today the summer sun washes over the fields
Each ray eclipses the dark memories of sin
As the sons and daughters rise
This poem was written for Joann Grisetti's Copycat contest through inspiration of Debbie Guzzi's The Sowing, one of the Greatest writers here on the Soup
I Am David, I Am King, I Am Nelson, I Am Ali
I Scintillate Internally,
I Am Strong, I Am of Brawn
I Am Samson Strong
I Am Valiant, I Am a Champion
these scars they witness, I Carry the Strength of a Thousand Men!
I Am Monumental, I Am a Mountain, in Psalms in Vastitudes
In Vicars, and Swords, and Infinitudes
I Am Powerful, I AM
Thou, are Born Bright again
Thou, bear these Wings for in Flight I just might catch Thy Light again
Catch that Night, that cold ember that sparked Thy Flame
Sword High, I Power through in Codex's of Valor
In Blades, In Luminance, in Solar Power
In Grace, perched High like Olympus Heights
Sword from Stone, from Stone I just might Take Flight
I just might Break Ranks, by Faith and Blaze towards Better Days
towards Better Ways, and by the Swiftness of the Blade, I find the Strength
tall men tend to stand and watch the short man shouting out
making up for that foot missing with his loudly mouth
nobody stands up to them they know they’ll knock ‘em out
it’s embarrassing to be the tall man knocking short men out
though their loud they’re not a threat when acting hilariously upset
nobody says can you shut up for a minute please
ranting on like your period has just begun to bleed,
there’s no honour stopping little men so little men go free,
you could easily pick them up and you could throw them out to sea,
but you wouldn’t get rewarded just labelled a bully,
little men get lairy go unchallenged think they’re scary,
when really they’re avoided
no one wants to beat up fairies
I could go and hit him and he'd land sometime next week,
but that wouldn't be fair on him when he's already a little freak.
Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon
Shell yours truly share hook line
and sinker, regarding how I nearly
fell prey to off fish shill
doom for umpteenth time?
Ya haint got no choice... to late,
cuz eyes already clicked bait,
though don't worry be happy fate
will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête
rhyming Hors d'oeuvres
ain't no Shakespearean literary great
expert, nonetheless might interest
with special Labor Day rate
absolute zero charge courtesy
to mollycoddle principally
as figurative paypal pit tate
ting gently massaging your pate
anyway don't get doggies in a dimple
yawping personal ambition
of this doggone puppy not to create
literary accomplishment appraised great
merely to fritter away time possibly
unexpectedly, unknowingly,
unwittingly... titillate.
Herewith follows "FAKE" off fish hill
anecdote without wallowing
in self pity and deemed gill
tee of slimy overkill,
whereby fisherman seeks likes of me,
who favors lollygagging
within Brooklyn rill
frequented by Jack and Jill
ice cream in vain
when riled, poked, nabbed...
courtesy angler England Bill
unaware his carping cavil
never fooling this ever will
fill squiggly... d'ya phylum me?
As proud Annelida where trawler
(accompanied with boating mate)
blithely tosses yours truly into catcher's
reel tin can - grim fate
ah, but survival skills include
ability to regenerate
in thee event mine body electric rotate
headed, chopped, perforated, segmented...
evening, increasing, licking... odds
laughing to myself, which doth not abate,
cuz I outsmarted, thus aye state
with modesty if perchance just a sliver
lopped off, destiny cannot eliminate
opportunity not to agitate,
but rather duplicate, replicate
unisexual worman hood
without need to feign
being irate, thus
pretend to equivocate.
Simple, innocent and decent they were
Never timid for they were raw
Always observant
Always on their own and supportive when needed
Doing what they felt was right
No diversity in religion
No contradictory ideologies
No rigorous search for true love
For in their environment existed real and true love
Food they had in abundance
For agriculture was their lifestyle
Then there came globalization
Bringing with it modern evolution
Then there they are in confusion
I am of J, I am of M
Now the order of the day
Gradually their primitiveness is no longer primitive
They are no longer supportive
For competition is now the order of the day
Each man with his ambition and selfish interest
ABSOL
Form:
Creation
Maturation
Adaptation
Proliferation
Evolution
Industrialization
Automation
Production
Pollution
Suffocation
Destruction
Obliteration
Extinction of Man?
Planet's salvation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 November 2016
All gorgeous babes, “Made in U.S.”
But minds, oh my god, a mess
Pontificating, pointing fingers
The oozing hurt that screams and lingers
They’re on YouTube and TikTok
To share pain and talk, talk, talk
How no good men are out there
All men are evil, they declare
Who pays, for what, then when and why
Don’t fit the mold? F.U., goodbye
Love’s now transaction, what’s my cut?
Became so common, it’s a rut
Demanding dough at every turn
Big bucks he spends, or else he’ll burn
Capricious, dizzy, double-faced
Girls call for power, to be chased
Cannot accept what men are 'bout
Disliked one word and all’s in doubt
No patience finding kindred soul
So used to play the boss’s role
Surprise-surprise, men walk away
They seek soulmates, not being prey
Someone who’s kind, warm and sweet
With whom to make one’s life complete
The fruits the feminism bears
It’s also truth of life that bares
Be strong and pushy and demand
With dreams of home built on sand
The men are moths and women – flames
Don’t this work well with angry dames?
As age progresses, panic struck
Girls, mend your minds, else out of luck
Traditions worked for thousand years
Embrace them, cast away your fears
To have man’s back and fire going
Instead of nagging have love flowing
Men - simple creatures, fielding calls
For hearty meals and hollow balls
A ‘thank you, darling”, “you’re the best”
Shall stoke romance, preserving zest
Men don’t need much, but not the fight
Home’s place for cuddle and delight
Hey, babes, surrender, get embraced
And may your family be graced
Sept 25, 2025
Pinchas, Yosef and Reuven
Three brave young men
Fleeing a war-ravaged land
Came to a country of sand
Ethiopian Jews driven out
by a Soviet-backed Eritrean rout
Separated from their loved ones
Parents, wives, daughters and sons
Flown to Israel with no language or money
They'd heard it was the land of milk and honey
Now that they'd made it, they'd give it their best
A foreign language and culture, their very first test
Shepherds before, lacking formal education
Never saw electricity, plumbing, or a filling station
But they'd read the Torah in their native tongue
Faith, Hope and Love, the melody their hearts sung
In just two months they could make conversation
Adjusting fast to their new-old nation
Six weeks later they could read a line of the Torah
Tears of joy they did cry; then we all danced the hora
I am privileged to say 'we' because without bragging or preaching
I was the lucky fellow who did these newcomers' language teaching
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This narrative is 100% true. In 1977 Soviet-backed Eritrean troops
invaded neighboring Ethiopia, uprooting many families, including those
of Pinchas, Yosef, and Reuven, three young men in their mid-20's,
married, two of them with children. As far as I know, they never heard
from their families again... Miracles do happen. These three great fellows
were part of a group of the first 120 Jews Israel ever airlifted out of
Ethiopia -- in the dead of night, at tremendous risk ~ gw
I saw you for the first time today as a lady.
You were sitting in the sand in the late day sun,
Your face framed by the broad-brimmed hat.
You smiled so beautifully under that,
That even your father could see the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time on your birth day.
And I thought I’d never seen a song til then.
But angels whispered and parents prayed
So fervently that angst was stayed.
And the Father blessed the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time as a woman.
It had somehow not occurred to me til then.
That you could have a life apart from me
Or anything other than this family.
But even fathers, someday, must see the lady inside.