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I think it is really crazy
You've become so very lazy
Not willing to try and save
The love her heart finally gave
To you which was a big thing
"Stupid" you'll ruin everything
It was tough and very hard
Her heart was like a deck of cards
That kept falling one by one
With all that other men have done
So when she took one last chance
On you for a new romance
You promised to always be
Here for her and never flee
Like others have done before
Showing her there's something more
But now you are acting like
Your about to take a hike
Which will be a huge mistake
Because she will surely break
If one more piece of her heart
Tumbles, you will lose a lot
More than just her loving care
She will try to disappear
With a quick slice from the blade
Hoping she will finally fade
And not have to live like this
With no one for her to miss
Don't be dumb--Take my advice
I would think about it twice
Before doing what your brain
Tells you to, causing her pain
She has had enough to last
Run to her and really fast
They were youthful and enthusiastic,
They were zealous and industrious,
They rose from their beds before the sun emerged from its chamber,
And rode on the wings of the morning light.
They knew when to venture into the deep,
They understood the mysteries of time,
They summoned the elements at dawn,
Nature held a special place in their hearts.
They were unyielding in the face of daunting challenges,
They persevered through recalcitrant nights.
They blossomed and flourished,
And were adored and respected by all.
But then, the unexpected happened,
One by one,
In numbers,
They slipped into the oblivion of time,
Sojourning into the meadow of nothingness.
January 27, 2024.
As Miss Luby watches from her window
a moving van backs up
the driveway across the street
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
its warning cry has a beacon-like effect
on the neighborhood
arousing interest from all corners
everything suddenly shaken awake
Even the squirrels stop, stock-still
save an occasional flick of the tail
Miss Luby's cat, also
watching from the window
pauses momentarily, paw suspended
before continuing to clean herself
And one by one, the other inhabitants
invent clever ways to investigate
without seeming obviously interested
Miss Luby's next-door neighbor, Fred
flits outside to water the plants
in his front flowerbeds, distractedly
soaking the sidewalk instead
While dotty old Mrs. Pappadopoulos
puffs along, pulling her little Pomeranian
up the street for a “walk”
slyly turning her head, rather owlishly
as she passes by
Silvia, Miss Luby's other next-door neighbor
is still in her housedress and can't go out
so she sends her three beastly little boys out
to play, knowing they will get the inside scoop
and sure enough, within forty-five seconds
they have accidentally-on-purpose
sent a toy airplane across the street
and spend the next half hour retrieving it
following the new neighbors
in and out like so many
playful puppies
Not to be left out
of the hullabaloo, the hoity-toity
housewife from two doors down
high-steps out to size up the new arrivals
over-casually strolling with
her beautifully bundled babies in tow
putting on quite a show
suddenly disappointed
realizing they're just common-folk
not the kind she wanted to know
All the while, the new neighbors
exhausted, amble in and out
of their new home
staggering
under stacks of small pieces
lumbering along
awkwardly lugging larger ones
A teenage boy
silently glides past on a skateboard
giving side-eye to the boring, middle-aged
couple- as he is nearly hit by a car passing by
driver distracted by the moving van
...It went up on the internet,
people argued in vain,
some said, “Monster,” some said, “It’s good
that ‘the rich’ know their pain!”
Tyler ignored all the hoopla,
knew nothing would be done,
all cops were bastards, after all,
he had already won.
When nobody came after him
he knew that this was true,
but in his ’hood’ several strange things
soon came into his view.
His boys would see some SUVs
too nice for this ghetto,
then his friend Maurice was shot down,
a head shot, brutal blow.
Two days later it was Andrew,
his throat cut from within,
then Marco was killed in his bed,
his face slashed to a grin.
One by one all his boys went down,
Tyler grew so afraid
he even went to the police,
they cared not what he’d say,
there were too few to walk those streets,
resources too far stretched,
Tyler retreated to his crib,
afraid that he’d be next.
He kept his last four brothers near,
their pistols well in hand,
then one night poor Rico was sniped
near where Tyler did stand.
He and his boys jolted to life,
three guns riddled his walls,
another man was hit by slugs,
to the ground he did fall.
They raced off from the crossfire,
to the hallway they ran,
only to see, at the far end,
a large and armored man.
His shotgun spoke and cut them down,
Tyler shrieked out and fell,
he heard many footsteps coming,
how many, he couldn’t tell.
He saw the man who had shot him,
a stern look on his face,
with a military bearing,
his eyes a focused hate.
The others didn’t look so tough,
just like middle-class dads,
but the guns they held were no joke,
and right now one seemed glad.
“This is the one who raped my girls,”
said one with an AR,
the stern one said, “You all did well,
better than most, by far.
The quick training did lots of good,
these thugs were not prepared,
and this bastard is still alive,
this human filth looks scared.”
The AR-guy stalked up and looked
with a face cruel and grim,
he had no need for trials as
he aimed the guy at him.
Tyler could only cry as he
placed a foot on his neck,
in his last thought he understood
just who the police protect…
He was ever gentle with her
Always careful
Composed
Never passing the boundaries
Never asking too much
A man of his culture
And bearing
Didn’t move too fast
She was a flower
Pristine...virginal
A flower he had plucked
From her family’s garden
With their blessing
She was safe in his keeping
Though her scent drove him
Mad with its
Fragrance
Sweet
Deliriously
Captivating
Fresh and innocent
An untouched love
Waiting to mature into passion
He wanted to see her
In full bloom
And yet he waited
Willing for her to
Feel comfortable with him
To feel the need for him
To feel the passion growing inside
And so, he put her in a vase
Filled with the
Water of his love
And he just admired her
His young beautiful rose
Tonight he showed her the home
That would be theirs
Hers….
But what was this?
She looked at him
In a way he had never seen
The shyness gone
He saw longing
Her face radiant
Her lips inviting
Tainted pink
To match her cheeks
His rose
His flower
HIS
And yet
He dared not touch her
For fear of crushing her
In his rough hands
She whispered
Ever so lightly
Perhaps he dreamed it
Maybe it was the breeze
Whispering through the window
As it danced in her hair
No, there it was again…
“It is time…
I am ready.”
And the suggested
Meaning
Caught at his
Breath
Drove away every thought
And he watched
He just stood and watched
As one by one
She unfurled the petals
Of her clothing
And let them fall
Down
Fluttering to the
Floor
Layer upon layer
Of clothing
Discarded
All the while
With each peeled layer
Her eyes invited him
He couldn’t move
He couldn’t inhale
He could only stare
As his rose
Shed her clothing
Before his hungry eyes
Until there was nothing
And she stood there
With no covering
Resplendid
Her black hair
Reaching
The curve of her breasts
Cascading down her ivory skin
She held out her hand to him
"Do I please you?"
She must have seen the answer
There in his eyes
For she moved forward
Ever so slightly
“Come to me, my love…”
And he was there
In an instant
In a heartbeat
Before the lilting cadence of her last word
Danced away
She smiled
Once again a little shy
As she reached up to him
And pulled him down
To the floor
And there
Surrounded by the petals
In this perfumed bed of love
He claimed her
As his own..
His flower
His rose
Amidst the fallen petals...
He heard her sigh
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Several small visitors came today.
Arriving one by one
they gathered on the back of the worn cushions
of the aging tattered lawn chair
shaking off the cold drops of rain upon their feathers
they sang unstoppable songs to the heavens.
They scavenged and foraged for some fallen crumbs
from seed remains or bread or fallen cookies
most content that something could be found.
Wet feathered, they prinned and cleaned their quills dry
all the while scanning for predatory competition.
Eventually, each one took brief protection
safe and secure beneath the over hanging eaves.
Then as quick and quiet as they came
they slipped away into the brush
or high up into the bowing trees.
The rain fell fast and bold globules
riding on the brisk tempest of wind
and in the cold afternoon chill
these welcome rested visitors
flit away in the silent hours of spring.
Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.
Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.
Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.
The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.
God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other."
~ one version of the serenity prayer, attributed to Protestant theologian, Reinhold Niebuhr
"Do everything with a mind that lets go. If you let go a little you will have a little peace; if you let go a lot you will have a lot of peace; if you let go completely you will have complete peace."
~ Thai meditation master, Ajan Chah
"Life is like the seasons. After winter comes the spring." ~ from Cycles, written by Gayle Caldwell, sung by Frank Sinatra
Aspirations, joy, wishes, dreams and hope,
jobs, possessions, lovers, spouses, and friends -
they're gone, and I'd like to hang from a rope,
resigned that that's the way the story ends,
but, I'm not sure that I'm meant to retain
the things some say are granted from above.
Though I feel the disappointment and the pain
when, one by one, I lose the things I love,
Today, punishment and reward combine,
the result of the rivers I have crossed,
and I can't escape nature's grand design,
along with age, so many things are lost.
In the throes of heartbreak, pain, or despair,
I recall the serenity prayer.
Relax Your Mind
Take your time and a sip of wine, relax your mind and place across my lap feet so fine.
Lay on cushions your heavy head and start to unwind, tell me your fears and how the day has been. I’ll remove your shoes one at a time and gently massage each toe.
Caress each ankle and help ease your stress, listen to tales of woe and how people can be so cruel.
Work your calf’s softly like a baker, release the muscles as you stretch out further, a little moan will escape as you start to float like cotton blown on a breeze.
Refill your glass and continue, as you regale me with stories of how you filled the day, make my way up your thighs one by one inch by inch kneading not pinching as you close your eyes in silent ecstasy.
Take an empty hand and play with each finger, you smile a smile feeling as the warmth works up your cheeks.
The sweet smell of honey suckle, strawberries and summer times that have gone and yet to come fill the air, turn you over slowly like the pages of my favourite book, I kiss your neck and move my gentle hands carefully touching tender soft skin.
Release the tension in shoulders now laid bare, up and down I travel each part of arms that held me in the morning asking to be touched, yearning for the feeling like a rose begs for the rain.
After the meal cooked at home, lovingly prepared lead you to the room dimly lit by rose infused candles and bubbles warm, invite you to soak and just drift away.
Warm robe awaits to cuddle you so snug and tightly, I kiss lips coated in sweet fruit from the vine, touched by the angels so soft and divine.
At last, lay you down to rest ensconced under comfy covers, lay beside you and watch you sleep so safe and soundly.
By
Patrick D
Once, a young green leaf I was
Among thousands of leaves on a tree
Proud and vibrant amidst my brothers
Life's most enthusiastic devotee
Night and day guardian I stood
Vigilant the foliage wanted to protect
Producing oxygen and offering shelter
To every bird that I could detect
The Spring, though, went fast by
And was followed by the Summer's heat
Hard times my siblings and l had to face
Till Autumn came and made heat retreat
By the middle of Autumn though
I noticed my color started to change
My siblings began one by one, falling
For nature wished her looks to rearrange
Now, almost alone my self I find
Standing on a practically naked wood
Waiting for the breeze of fate to blow
Reminiscing the vivid days of boyhood
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 April 2021