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The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world.
I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested.
I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares.
I am doing it correctly, for waitresses sit down and tell me their story.
I scoot over for waiters, hairdressers and bartenders too.
A few well placed “hms”, “wows” and “oh, mys" make me fast friends.
Most are self-involved, care not if they learn anything about me.
They want my deeply empathetic hazel eyes to pull out their truths.
I am an actress, playing a role, giving them what they need.
Wondering why they are too selfish to ask me anything about me.
I am the world’s most notorious imposter of a listener.
Many times I am on autopilot, not hearing a word they say.
Sadly, they hug me goodbye and tell me how much it means to them.
Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles.
Witty witch showing black magic doing miracles.
Vampires flying all around displaying wide wings.
Kids of ghost with long teeth laugh loud and swings.
Ghostly gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Lovely lioness left lazy lion embracing lonely leopard.
Unicorn washing curvy horn in blood with glycerin soap
Demons playing tug of war with venomous python as rope.
Opponents were gang of giants: Scary monsters notorious.
Black spider crawling, jumping, running rushing ferocious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window .
Moon cast ghostly shadow on shrubs in adjacent meadow .
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Kids of ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Valorous vampire , howling wolf jumped in.
Gang of ghosts danced merrily with kith and kin.
Vigorous going on scary Halloween dance
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Kitty cat danced standing on its paws
exhibiting strong spiky curdy claws.
Violent viper, always hyper continuous shedding tear
' I love you, Dear ' to whisper close to my ears.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire,
gifting me a shiny sapphire : Me about to expire .
Green-eyed black cat chasing macro mouse wagging tails.
Vultures and hawks coming in flocks ringing jingle bells
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
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{There will be ‘nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.’ UN climate report warns of ‘code red for humanity.’}
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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 deliberately have 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,
Punisher of transgressions, guardians of
The eternal laws,
Over your thoughtless heads to fall
With vengeance and rage
Decapitating the most of you and
Those who would survive
Shall feel the torturing pain in
Their hearts
For
Uncountable years!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2021
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* This poem I wrote in 1985 in Montreal, Canada when, as a co-founder of a peace movement, was making efforts to raise conscientiousness to save mother earth. It was posted here on the 28th of November 2012 with the title:"The Rage of Mother Earth". Now, with minor editing, is re-posted with its original title of 1985: "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!
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**'Worst is yet to come': Disastrous future ahead for millions worldwide due to climate change, report warns. So it came to pass. What I dreaded back in 1985 is here, according to the UN report. The question is this: What can we do? What should we do? What we would do? LET US DO THE BEST WE CAN TO SAVE OUR EARTHLY HOME!
***I wanted to include this poem in the PoertySoup upcoming Anthology but poetrySoup says it has too many lines!
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
Painted like a flower
Breasts exposed for a stare
She waits
For someone
To buy her a drink
In her day
She liked them tough
Tattoos were exciting
Fast cars a joy
Now she prefers
Thick wallets
10’s and 20’s
Men short or tall
Doesn’t matter at all
Be discreet she implies
Don’t flash 50’s
‘Cause no one likes
Them here.
Holding a corner booth
As a place of honor
She holds court
Smiling
At every joke
Reciting lines
From forgotten plays
Playing her part
In a bar
Notorious
For artists and
Working class types
Most of whom
Hate their jobs
Or haven’t sold a piece in years.
No action here
Another dead night
She goes home
Opens the bedroom window
Sending a signal
To a cat
Who jumps the ledge
Walks in
For the night
A stray vagabond
Who
Knows every open fence
And quiet place
To nip a meal.
In the morning she
Opens the window
Stroking his back
Whispering to him
Feeling his strength
Until he purrs
Satisfaction
And jumps
To another day.
She watches him
Take a few tentative steps
Weaving and dodging
Between
This and that
Before vanishing
In broad daylight
He may return that night
Or be gone for days
Nothing binds him
Except an open window
And some food
Offered by a woman
Who understands his journey.
Men, collectively called Homo-sapiens,
Differ in breath and bone, thought and action.
No one wears another’s face or physiognomy
Nor share cognitive or mental faculties in equal faction.
Cast in different molds, they stay different-
Some, mild and meek, to common rules lenient
Some, rebellious, questioning everything.
Can’t brand them notorious or wayward, but deviant.
Some seek the trodden path with lesser risk.
Others want to explore and stay adventurous.
Often unbound by rules and regulations,
Some tend to act unpredictably treacherous .
Contention and conformity walk side by side.
At times taking prominence one on the other
Contentious people are often instigators,
Who chain their glories to trifles that smother.
Deviants wish to engage in arguments that bite
Twist truth and justify wrong
Wear a disguise of virtue, but marred inside
Bind others with insistence, headstrong.
Some, rich in qualities of the head and heart-
People full of the milk of human kindness.
Call them the Divine who make the world richer.
They earn respect with honesty and uprightness.
People of clear thought and unclouded vision,
With actions aligned to conscience and words, sincere.
They withhold judgement until the truth is learned.
To integrity, as the guiding principle, they adhere.
Difference shouldn't be seen as man’s critical fracture
Those branded deviant may hold qualities benign,
From hideout, their niceties may come to fore one day.
So, be generous in your treatment of the Deviant and the Divine.
I woke up today from a long ugly nap that was real
was in a horrible dentist chair, same old ridiculous feel….
whacko of a dentist had taken extra-long potty break
irritating me for I had one sister of a tooth ache
sent for his assistant who was supposed to come in
refused after she saw all the spittle slipping down my chin
floss and gums took hands and jumped out of my notorious mouth
watch out! The persistent blower said; they are heading south!
that horrible spoon thing he pushes into my gums gave a shout.
the dentist is coming! Act normal, return to the mouth!
everything on floor scurried around like a weird ugly mouse.
jumping so high back into my mouth, bringing fuzz, dust and louse.
my ugly mouth was propped open so wide I could not say one word.
I only knew that this whole dentist visit had been so absurd.
one thing I learned during my irritatingly long nap today
when the dentist steps out, my traitorous mouth wants to play
The world is a window
A beautiful window
Filled with brilliances
Colors and schemes
Image if you may
All those beautiful reams
The colors so glorious
So wonderfully notorious
But away is the Father
Looking here after
All of creations
All of His everything's
His creations
Glorious all those things He has made
He stands in His glory
Watches His beauty through His
Beautiful window
My eyes are wide open so that I can
View those beauty full things
And I cherish all that I envision
And it isn't a dream
I cherish all God you've made this even includes me
With His eyes beautiful
With His love through the panes I do see beautiful
His marvelous works of you and me
The world is a wonder in time
It's yours and it's mine
wonderful, marvelous glorious Savior divine
Beauty
The oasis and galaxies are
Star crossed mountains and wonderfulness
Marvelous trees green acres of grass supreme
Wonders of wonders as I gaze out upon them
God stands in heaven mansion
As He looks cross the galaxies
The oasis and heaven are His divine
Beautiful window a shrine
What a wonderful, wonderful fine
And the rainbow is heavens
do (is) still the promises of what god that He's granted me
His marvelous works , the world is a wonder in time
It's your and it's mine what a wonderful find
As He stands at attention this did I mention
God's looking out both of His eyes
Colors and schemes
looking here and after
This another chapter
And if you didn't know
God's looking at all He made out the
Beautiful window
12/29/06
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Alas ample alliteration available?!
True (terrific) title: Trump's truckling tutored troopers...;
wily word wizard worried,
where world wide web wickedly wends.
Triumphantly tenaciously (try to) trample treacly
traffickers target timid testifiers traducing,
their traitorous tractable toxic troglodyte:
today transition toward
totalitarianism tidily trends.
Quasimoto (querulously) queries, quivers, quakes:
queasiness quotient quarantine quelled qualm;
qua quacking quaffing quota quips:
quicksand quits quagmire quashing:
quintessential quarrelsome;
quintillionth queued questioner.
Numbskull noodles notorious nonsense:
nincompoop netizen nimbly navigates;
nowadays nauseating news necessitates
nameless nervous negativistic nattering nabob;
Nome nomad nudges, numerates,
nurtures... narcolepsy.
Knowledgeable knave; kindhearted
keen, kooky kvetching king kibitzer;
kindles kickass kinskip (kaffeeklatsch);
kneading Keats kinfolk karma.
His highness, herewith hooligan;
helpmate hermit hamstrung Harmit Harms;
humiliating, harried, ho hum humorous hokum;
habitual half hearted hookers happily hollow;
hallelujah!
Exceptional exertion earnest endeavor exercising
especial expending energy excluding essential/
exact entities even everyday eminent eccentric
experienced exhaustion - epilogue.
I can’t breathe,
variety is a spice at risk of facing the ban
the neck is pressed by the knee to show the superior one
yet our organs are complete and we bare the same name-Dan.
I can’t breathe,
I’m forced to marry vices as their notorious wife
two meters around me, there should always be a knife
because the sun is white, but I give colour to life.
I can’t breathe,
even in beauty, a mate sees me as bad art
he smells the rose and subjects me to inhale his fart
positioning my image to play his wild dart.
I can’t breathe,
in a bus for all, I’m avoided like decayed meat
I grab a space and pollute the nearest empty seat
eyes staring at me from souls ready to beat.
We can’t breathe,
can anything good come out of the club of peasants?
the best we can get is the glory of an assistant
the intent to always deny us our goal is blatant.
We can’t breathe,
they block the fantasies to show just poverty
their trade assumes, we are still their property
b’cos what is less than a centimeter gives them sovereignty.
We can’t breathe,
if they continue to steal this power.
We can’t breathe,
if they continue to keep us lower.
I can’t breathe
I just can’t breathe,
please let me breathe
b’cos I still can’t breathe.
For the poetry contest “I can’t breathe”
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux,
Published on the 8th of June. 2020.
Placement: 2nd Position [14th. June. 2020]