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Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they were hard drugs.
O you Peony, overgrown Day Lily,
you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug and pretty enticers,
you mesmerizing Rasputin's!
I cringe, hold my breath,
reluctantly
bring those heady eye-catchers home
to my darling,
who waits for yet more perfumed
love letters.
As Martin gazed at the woman, he believed her to be a nymph.
The pipes continued with their haunting melody.
"I’d never thought such exotic places existed…”
"It must be a special day for you." She smiled.
It was as if a flower suddenly blossomed out
Or a nestling had stretched its wings
And embarked on its maiden, glorious flight.
"It's my twenty-fifth birthday." She nodded.
"Everything about this place is magic.”
“Why don’t you join me for a swim?"
Some instinct told Martin to be careful.
“Come away with me," he implored.
"You don’t know what you’re asking.
I can never leave this place.
It would mean death to me."
Suddenly, he heard the screech of the kestrel.
The flute went on with its haunting, menacing melody.
“You must go quickly. “ she said.
But Martin lost all reason.
He lifted his gun and shot.
The kestrel fell dead at his feet.
The sound of the pipes was foreboding.
Fog descended on the now turbulent lake.
Heavy wind began to blow.
He left reluctantly, cursing his luck.
As he left the cliff,
He felt some force throw him to the ground
Under the shade of a mighty tree.
Someone was shaking him up.
It was the young woman urging him up,
Wiping a wound on his forehead.
He looked at her in awe, especially her yellow dress.
He searched for the opening on the cliff but found none.
“Let’s go to have something to drink,” she said.
He smiled with elation.
Above the trees, golden orioles chirped melodies of love.
I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.
I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts
pressing in.
My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they are the hard drugs
we were once cautioned
never to reach for.
O you Peony, you Day Lily, you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug mobs,
and I cringe away
rather than buy my sweetheart
yet another monstrous spray.
A sudden plunge into grey
people, pets, and homes fall prey
hurried storm clouds gather
howling wind thrashing through trees
In submission lay fallen leaves
branches finally capitulate
bending to gale force winds
merciless Flagellation
rain pelts down hard
thunder roars with authority
lightning flashes menacing anger
striking blue, purple, orange bolts
tossed around with rage
boats float on water like dolls
broken and bent electric poles
homes are flooded
people displaced
Donald Trump shows his face
deployment of people to help
dealing with this devastating hell
she does not relent
Mother Nature is hell bent.
In haste as I watch the news.
Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs. Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual
The plow is heading her way,
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see
He is getting older, slower,
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways
She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.
Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.
I see you coming, old age.
Approaching, at an ever-accelerating pace,
Your face grim
Your expression austere
Your look menacing.
A frightening sight you are
Yet,
I welcome you with open arms.
I yearn to embrace you
To be at your side
To celebrate the twilight of my life with you
To enjoy your company,
The company that so many at my age,
Had never had the chance to relish.
Innumerable battles I have fought in my life,
With vigor and youth at my side,
Thus
Victorious, I emerged,
But
Now, that my youth's allies are slowly abandoning me,
One after the other,
I am left alone to fight the last battle.
A battle, I know beforehand I am bound to lose.
However,
At this moment of trials
When all seems to get tougher by the day,
A new ally I have found, willing to help me,
All my courage to amass to confront you, with
Equanimity, oh, merciless old age:
The wisdom I have acquired all these years,
Roaming the planes of experience and
Learning!
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Demetrios Trifiatis
17 August 2026
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* This poem was written to celebrate my 82nd Birthday on the 15th of August 2026
My Daughter
I am blown away by harsh winds
Melanie, it seems to me, you to be storm clouds
in the distant sky, drifting in and out, passing by
in shades of ever deepening, darker, menacing grays.
You seem to be hidden among shadows, lost in shrouds.
Never a word, an acknowledgement, not even a simple hi
when you come home, hide, then go – gone for days.
you drift through, in different shapes, much like clouds,
one minute this, next minute that, or some other, in my eye.
Who or what you will be, where you are at, I never know.
One minute a unicorn, the next, some kind of dragon.
We might live in a castle in the sky, then it’s a gloomy donjon,
or a sailing ship on the horizon, then grounded, you show
me - no adventures to be experienced, no journeys to take –
that I am surrounded by bells, of deaths toll being sounded
as I try my best to understand, try to be a good man
that in the end, all I think I know, I must forsake
B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2004
Yesterday she thought her barricade was crucial,
Vague and faint but still there,
Yesterday the barricade protected all of her angst,
She thought the wall was what cared,
About what her future could be,
Keeping menacing thoughts to derail out of sight,
Her wall of hope keeping her safe from,
Defiance in the upcoming fight,
But then, before battle, her curtain of dreams lifted,
Exposing what she thought was a war,
She discovered this barricade of hope was a lie,
She couldn’t believe what we saw,
She found a freedom of happy right here and right now,
Don’t hide behind a wall like a fraud,
She found her love of real life outside,
Living life, not a dream, was reward.
SENTIENCE'...And Whispers the earth revolving , birds fly against its direction
The wind is dying as the moon is getting along in this solar system, not far nor
Very close; the oceans murmer, tectonic plates rumble and cable cars ascend
Over a scene of man's desire, once untouched now a decepitude is apparent
Feteing, is inherent and inevitable, people race to buy fulfillment exaggerated
Apprecation is an art form, artifice a commodity running in young veins yet given
Or sold by older minds, awareness is discouraged life was, once adventurous
Now it is menacing, quick let us save the world.' This can be achieved apparantly
Through longer time working, sending consumer waste to other countries
Rampant cosumerisam, is a key strategy, massive cruise ships belch fumes
People are amazed at all possibilities on offer.