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Welcome To the World of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..
Form: Ballad


Eloquent Gems Part 2

ELOQUENT GEMS 

Part 2

But it’s show time, word genius making a fuss within ya brain hemispheres,
I’m rear in all the ages, pages outdating your solar systems burning spheres,
I leave ya mind scared with the truth, scared of what you will lose,
These writings are like hip hop and blues, blowing your mental fuse, 
Your used, abused by your ignorance, cant advance from ya current mind stance,
With plans upon this planet, over running ruins, within ya delusions, ya say plans?
You ran away from your divine land, residing instead blind following lies,
Firmly as earning spiritual advice, nice and nicely played out well,
As you fell I tell a real story of glory of the real history with fury,
Furious but word notorious, worry about these things, they are nearly near,
Yeah bearing witness to those that stumble and don’t get up, find ya wings,
Hear the voices singing songs, lethal sequels seeking ears to hear,
Fear the mighty word warrior, steer your vessel, bless you from the summit, right up there,
But I don’t care, I steer a mind behind the vessel, as I wrestle good and evil,
Always climbing levels…. Depart devils, be gone please, ya don’t stand a chance,
One glance of these words puts you in a trance of stagnant brain operation, 
Change up ya station, 
Excellent, your seeds growing,
Into a plant with enhanced reception,
Tuning in, dismantle the stress, 
Confess your ruining ya perception,
In the life of Mass Deception!!!
The completion is to reach them, all of them,
Mindfully seen through intervened letters to them,
Them? Who’s them? Remnants of the mighty men of old?
The Chosen few… come on I don’t know….
So I can’t just follow in blind faith,
Distasteful foul ways of the fools,
Who are schooled within disgraceful enslaved schools,
Check ya schedule, Like King Saul you will fall,
Slayed by your own sword and missed out on the reward,
Plagued by an evil spirit, devils mindset absorbed,
Records show a man that didn’t grow so jumped overboard,
Absorb these words, sort what distorts and delete,
Don’t retreat and be defeated in this heated war of good and evil,
Find your tranquil place and be seated, meet the inner self,
Where the real help resides, inside your house, your temple,
Disassemble and reassemble yourself, resemble principles possible, 
Irreversible when awake!!!

Quincy Mac
date written: 5.12.2015
© Quincy Mac  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epic

When the Evidence Went Missing [cont'D]

“All their comings and their goings were so closely scrutinised 
as the prosecution’s trump card was the evidence they prized.  
Though the wily prosecutor gathered facts to build his case,  
some old bushmen too were scheming and a plan was put in place.  
 
“They were crafty, artful dodgers, who’d been slipped a quid their way,  
and could see to it the evidence might somehow go astray. 
The bold band then took advantage of the absence of the guard 
for some twenty or so minutes and then broke into the yard. 
 
“In the small hours of that morning they absconded with the stock  
and the speed of the audacious theft had left police in shock. 
These bold bushmen used a vehicle which, much to their delight, 
lured the cattle through the darkened streets and quickly out of sight. 
 
“All available policemen joined the search to find their trail, 
but their roadblocks and sheer numbers proved to be of no avail. 
Then at sunrise the black constable, a tracker of renown,  
traced the mob out to the stockyards on the outskirts of the town. 
 
“All the cattle had been slaughtered and not one ear could be seen 
and a piece of hide was missing, where the owner’s brand had been. 
Still the heads and hides were proof enough … or so the lawyers thought,  
but the judge dismissed the evidence and threw it out of court. 

I just sat there flabbergasted as the old bloke rose to go, 
‘cause the way he’d told the story he was really in the know. 
But he sensed I sought the obvious and said “I need a drink.”  
Then he hobbled down the street away … and turned and gave a wink. 
 

In the book Champagne Country, which explores the history of Roma and district, there is 
a chapter on Bushranging.  In part it discusses how the notorious Harry Redford was tried 
in Roma, though found not guilty and also there was another account of an incident which 
took place in 1952.  A number of head of cattle being held as evidence in a cattle 
duffing offence disappeared from the Police yards about two a.m. in the morning while 
supposedly being  under constant guard.  The culprits were never apprehended.  Years 
later my wife’s dad, who went droving at the age of ten and a well known identity around 
Roma, shed a little light on the subject.  The above tale tells what took place.  Certain 
facts have been hidden to protect the guilty.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Mourning of Mother Earth Iii

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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!

In Hico,Texas;

city limits;on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue,near a tire shop,and its where billy 
the kid the out law lived and died;as brushy bill,so sad,yet here stood by those 
very same street names in real life,his last 3rd living descendent, generation gap 
as i guess we could of called it now!he wasnt dead,like all would of like to 
believed or masked;he was my son,mr pj bertrand jr,and me im his mom;norma 
jay bertrand the writer4386/homeless international poet of the usa/07!in reality 
how practical does that sound,but my son at 24 years of age looks more 
idenitical to him every day,its gets kinda spooky!in and out of hico,texas,except 
here he was by the same stop sign holding a white plastic sign with a christian 
quote on that read on wed,oct 26,05 can gods people help this family in 
america;why?we that is i and my family was out on a personal fundraiser walk on 
our own;since we were victims of both hurricanes and had no address physically 
and lived in our suv;that eventually quit.no organizations cared and femur refused 
to aid us;so we did it on our own,headed toward dublin,texas no less;off hw y6 
north west for that one paticular night,it was where no one was giving rides and 
only passing us by;like a real loser we felt inside;in and out of hico,texas,what 
they didnt want to realise;billy the kid wasnt missing he was right there by my 
side on the side of a abandoned house of white stone;resting my shattered knee 
caps due to my bone cancer,on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue i was then 
petting billy the kid who resemblance could kill a real deer that happened by! and 
it could of been seen on the back on a rural map;its where njay wrote this on the 
side of the ditch,if the residents came up and some would be in literal tears 
telling him do you know who you look like;he could only nod yes mam or sir!and 
sigh!believe it!ask the manager of chicken express cafe america;if you think i 
lie;its more than just a word of mouth!i and he was both in and out of hico ,texas 
and thankgod it wasnt in the south;yet no body asked how?nor had the nerve to 
smile or laugh!or saw wowl!his living legacy america!is in actual replica on your 
streets;a remake of the notorious gun slinger of the west in and out of hico,texas 
call me and you can see him more than twice;at 409-679-5423


Premium Member A Rainbow of Colours

He made them in a hurry, He made them in the night.
He had other things on His mind, and forgot to paint them white.
A woman planned to fix this error - she was a woman of notoriety.
She saw the problems that this mistake had caused in society.
She beckoned to her female counterparts, to help her if they can.
Medical practitioners and scientists, between them not one man. 
Now to decide what colour this future race should be.
Lets not make them blue, they wont be happy.
If we make them green or yellow, they may be jealous or cowardly.
We cant make them black, else they will have to fight to be free.
They pondered. They cant be red, others will take their land.
All colours were suggested, white was rejected as being too bland.
It was decided by unanimous vote the next generation you see,
will be of a delightful purple hue and all the ladies did agree.
They toiled for years to create a race of purple people to inhabit the earth.
Purple mothers everywhere having purple babies when they gave birth.  
By the time all humans were of the same colour, peace now reined.
Harmony befell upon the human race and no bigotry remained.
It seemed they had found the answer, but Utopia is hard to uphold.
Soon discontent and aggravation among the population did unfold.
It wasn't long before rebels demanded to be different and not the same.
People demanded a choice of rainbow colours which seemed a shame.
Unrest developed within the race and soon the movement grew.
People stated that they were tired of being all just the same purple hue.
They began to chant a ditty from the lesson learned from a story.
by a young writer named Mary Shelley who found fame and glory.

Everything seemed quite amiss,
And their chant went like this:

A ghostly apparition?
An ill-reputed disposition,
A legacy to educate?
For all to meditate.
His ghost may be heard.
Frankenstein utters this word.
Notorious as a creator,
Of the monster, nothing greater.
A total disappointment, 
After its deployment.
He showed it no respect. 
It was a victim of his neglect.
His health declined during his search.
He left his monster in the lurch.
His ghost will forever teach us.
The lesson is there to beseech us.
Leave nature to do the creating.
A ghostly message, with no debating.
Form: Rhyme

Million Dollar Diamond

Imagine I'm a blood thirsty 
           Hungry notorious theif
          Staring at a 1 million dollar diamond
             Encased in glass
               Security measures up the wall 
                  Just to make sure I can never have you
                     My heart is aching just to hold U
                        I come everyday just to visit this precious diamond
                           People are starting to get suspicious 
                              I don't want to get malcious 
                                So some friends of mines
                                Also expert diamond finders
                                Lead me to another diamond
                                 But as I stare into the glass
                                   My interest isn't nearly as strong
                                   As the diamond that I saw before
                                        I think i'm obsessed
                                         So now let's get back to reality
                                          I'm gonna connect the two so you will understand
                                              To me you are a million dollar diamond
                                                     Encased in a thick glass 
                                                      I could never touch
                                                      But I want you so much
                                                        No other guy measures up 
                                                            I think being around you has distorted 
                                                                    my vision
                                                                 Or maybe since I slipped 
                                                                 and fell for you
                                                                  I am unwilling to settle 4 anything less
                                                                          I guess u can call me stubborn
                                                                            But can U blame me for wanting 
                                                                           My million dollar diamond?

My Heart Speaks

Woolen objects wrapped up in fine linen tucked away on a shelf bear the scars of age-old men lamenting in their years, while the sound of young men gets ready to join the conscription line thunders in the streets and anxious mothers running around in a frenzy consoling their sons. 

The temperature keeps rising and mulberry tree in all its splendor stand still absorbing the peace as the sentiment of the earth embraces its fate and looking around for an answer that have traveled around the world to console those innocent souls. 

I watched the squirrels running up the mulberry tree, hiding among the branches in a peculiar motion that I could not understand. The animals bear the witness of the hidden grave that lies at its roots. The mulberry tree is a witness to the brutal murder hanging from the throne where the mulberry tree has grown. 

I feel a sudden urgency in my feet propelling me to walk in the desert heat and mix the desert dust with sand and sprinkle it all over the land but I can see a barrier erected in the way and the moment quickly fades away. 

My heart is invoking a strange feeling and I cannot understand the meaning, I forced myself to pull it back but an element keeps wrestling with my spirit setting my heart  on fire. 

It is not the fire that glows in firewood, it isn’t the fire that dance like a servant should, it is the fire of the weak that is speaking to the deep and the matchless price that you have to pay. It’ burning with internal fury paving the way for a new chapter as the vision gets wider. 

 I can see them lining up, hundreds of them standing at attention and their guns strapped across their back. They are getting ready for a mission that requires great devotion they are up against the army guard and the notorious “alcoholic” lords.  

The guns alone cannot defeat them, the belly dance, hips up and bottom down and galls sliding beneath their night gowns with ribbons and skirts to move away the earth and squeeze the passion out of their heart and melt the pride of hard tone men.  

My heart is contemplating a delicate matter so ride with me to the next level and I will show you something spectacular, there are millions more miles to go and my heart is in tune for the greatest show.
Form: Narrative

Myrddin Wyllt Journey Through

Long ago far from Annwn, roaming the castle of Bedlam                                        It began a house of bread to the tormented souls                                                       but sanity’s answer to Melancholy and Raving                                                          is for one to wade, through the sewer, of chaos and confusion                                 the wild spinning of rational therapy                                                            Spinning on a throne suspended from the ceiling                                                          A dizzying carnival of madness, to no avail                                                              Open windows into disturbed minds but who’s                                                             One swell master stroke no raking progress,                                        in the dungeons of the mind                               Warmer was the solitary confinement, of the straight jacket                                 The icy baths, leeching, beatings, bloodletting, cups of fire                         Blistering the mind, as a silent young one rooms with a manic                               As the black knights of this realm                                     sell the spoils to their starvation                         The political prisoners of their choosing,                                         even the dead are sold for gold                              but an escape was made playing dead,                                               to the body snatchers surprise                                             Myrddin Wyllt’s scientific method is running into the woods                             vanishing before their eyes, far from the aristocratic zoo     -  Based on  Bedlam, History’s Most Notorious Asylum and various legends
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Ghost Story

Ghost Story
                        
It is a cold, dark, eerie night, in Scotland, as it was
Halloween in Glengourie Castle, as the party has
Broken up for the night and people where going home
In their cars, some people decide to walk accross
The foggy moors and bogs in the area, there
Are four close friends who are walking home.
The bogs are notorious, for deaths around the Carlyle
Area, but notwithstanding this the four friends continue 
Their walk across the moors as it is a short cut to their
Homes, they decide to say goodbye as two of them
reach their home, while the other two friends keep 
Walking, they are unaware of the softness in the 
Ground, due to very heavy rainfall, their torches 
Where, starting to dim and the fog was becoming
Difficult to navigate, they become seperated for a 
Moment and the girl steps into a bog, she calls to her 
Friend, he hears her but cannot rescue her as his torch 
Has gone out, meanwhile she starts struggling but sinks 
Deeper into the muddy bog, her partner tries to 
Get help as he is like a blind man, but notices
a glowing light in the distance, he has reached the town, 
He tries to organise a rescue party to go back into the 
Moors to find his girlfriend, they manage to reach the 
Spot where she fell in but found no trace of her  
The bog had claimed yet another victim.  
In the morning the young man walked back to the spot 
Where his girlfriend fell, and to his amazement she was 
There large as life, sitting on a large rock, he asked her 
Where she was all last night she never answered him 
But smiled at him, he asked her to come home with him
She started to walk, he glanced forward and then turned 
Around to talk to her but she had vanished, the young 
Man walks home, wondering who he was talking to, 
Was it his girlfriend Jessie or a living ghost, he would 
Never go through the moors again, as he could never 
Be sure that she would reappear again, after this incident 
The road through the moors was closed to the public
As it was much too dangerous to use as a short cut. 
A plaque was put at the front of the site by Kenneth 
As a tribute to Jessie his beloved girlfriend, she is gone 
Now, but her memories will live forever.   

Wrtten 5th January 2013

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