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What a privilege for me to be enlisted
In the service* of the Supreme Commander and King of kings.
Grateful, I yield to Him my all: body, soul, and spirit…
By His mercy’s beseeching: gracious, compassionate, faithful gentle…
To give my personal offering that’s:
voluntary, active, enthusiastic, sacrificial, faith-driven
holy, presentable, acceptable, excellent, perfect…
Engaging myself in ministries to help others through:
divinely-entrusted gifts, talents, abilities, skills, resources, time…
With the motives of: thanking the Creator, pleasing the Lord,
exalting the Saviour, glorifying God.
*Romans 12:1 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
May 13, 2019
There, in the kitchen of this modest dwelling,
A cheerful room, in spite of its lack of grandness
Home to the little family
Who gathered together each evening
For string beans and mashed potatoes,
Eating with relish at the rectangle of oak
They recounted a day filled with stories
Of the playground mishap,
Of the clearance sale at the hardware store,
Significant things or things without matter
The scene reconstructed, each night of the week
With new accounts of a busy day
A ritual never lacking in importance.
This coming together at the end of the day,
While chomping away on an unidentifiable casserole,
Filling the belly, as well as the soul,
Consuming tidbits of noodles, and wisdom and the love of being together.
Until, one day it was time to retire
The humble piece of oak with the four wobbly legs
For something more presentable. Something more impressive,
That would serve the expanse of a family
Which had grown in numbers throughout the years.
How could anyone have known the significance
Of that aging old table with its warp in the middle?
The sag she had tried to hide with a checkered cloth.
Those who sat there day after day, hardly aware of it's meaning.
This old oak piece, having withstood crayon marks, spilled milk,
Even small holes from the time when father, while repairing a picture frame,
Had accidently hammered nails all the way through and into it's top.
Who knew that a weathered old piece of wood would be witness
To such love and importance
And in itself, was more worthy than
Anything this family could have ever imagined?
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
1. I want to run two abreast with you lord
staying well protected behind your sword
work naturally beyond rehearsal
staying in your presence makes me wiser
on loyalty’s lane, be it thick or thin
I stay on course to grip the anointing
as my life shines the emblem of heaven
on it, His faithfulness has been proven
to the beast, making it unbearable
His consistent fall, getting notable.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
2. Avoiding the lorgnette to see evil
the grain must be kept away from weevil
still not far from its cruel passive smoking
He means strict business and never joking
the stainless steel wok is presentable
such a fake gift from hell is laughable
but drags the soul to the unseen lava
painting white on a deceitful giver.
Jesus then redirects me to His lodge
to meet all my needs and calm every urge.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
3. Great pleasures and gifts so cool but snow bound
his bent promises just go round and round
watering the grass for scorpions to merry
he gives you a grape and calls it berry
just one compromise brings devastation
road so tiled to his discomfort station
he puts fire on a beleaguered soul
trapping it in a cold and empty bowl
the Shepherd appears to step change His lamb
His great protection then stays as a clamp.
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger
it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration
levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination
without actually achieving anything but turning on the tap
of seemingly futile emotions seeking for a functional cause
My lover and I were set to move on from Spain back to home
a new abode on the British Isles to work and retire for good
Sitting in a house in Valencia with boxes packed with books
memorabilia trinkets and carpets rolled up for easy transport
we simply waited for one final certificate from the authorities
Nothing fancy just a signature on paper and promised long ago
but nothing had prepared us for the legendary mañana mañana
with months of inaction inaptitude and not a thought for reason
We are working on it they said but no one seemed to care about
how much depended on the form and a long chain of consequences
Now the buyers pulled out and who can blame them as they
patiently waited such a long time and eventually merely gave up
on their dream and by proxy on our venture and own aspirations
Unpacking the moving goods will keep us busy for a short while
to make our house presentable once more and waiting to ensue
Injustice grinds its teeth at feelings and reason that do not conform
fail to find the wise mind to align their disarray and stark confusion
and so we are lost in transition that keeps on lingering for an eternity
while our souls bleed remonstrate on what ifs and other conjunctives
Lashing out at floorboards and ceilings does not deal with the grief
My grandma used to say it is what it is and advised with great caution
that one never knows what it may be good for and advised acceptance
and her problems were bigger than ours with a war raging in Europe
bombs on her head ruins devastation existential fear and an unknown
and we have each other a roof over our heads and food on our table
And yet it is difficult to be grateful when a vision for imminent future
has been shattered so crudely in its unfairness of unnecessary delay
On the bright side candles and scent sticks are unpacked as we pray
17th March 2021
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020
Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child,
You wear your hair in plaits.
A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids
Falling down on each shoulder.
A maypole’s dream.
You would do your best to wash them when you could,
When shampoo was available,
Or even in the single, small bathroom.
You would vigorously scrub your face too
With a brush and a bar of soap.
Until it stung.
It would get the dirt out you see,
Always look the most presentable you can,
As instilled by your father with his lean frown that never faltered.
Neatness and cleanliness are next to godliness, Georgina.
The dirt never leaves, though;
It’s contagious.
Fingers, toenails, arms, neck, behind the ears,
The remnants from the bombed buildings’ skeletons
You were just playing on from the previous night.
Air-raid sirens wailing like a baby in distress.
Arms wrapped around brothers in silence as instructed,
You never cease to be their second-in-command maternal figure.
No brother now.
That cheeky five-year-old who followed you down Chelsea’s streets
Was taken by the fires, by the wailing.
Now you're wailing as you hold onto the hand of your mother
As she takes you to the ‘hospital’,
A large brick building holding a sign with ‘Barnardo’s’
Written in polite cursive over the arched doorway.
Panic fills you like the silence in the left side of your head,
An intense realisation of lacking in the grimy hospital room,
Of your parents, your brother, of the bone behind your left ear.
You say: When is my mother coming?
And are met with the same response:
She visited you whilst you slept,
A lie only revealed to you as you heard the nurses mutter.
They just couldn’t afford her.
You pretend not to hear and scrub your face free from the dirt.
You plait your hair and continue to wait another day.
You know the look that you get
The sandy summing up of your worth
Can be peach positive or neon negative
Can feel good like green spring or hurt
Like a forest fire red burning potential
Matters not if the look is unintentional
Even karma kids do it as if a reflex
No need to shout or get upset at
Their lack of tack teal is their truth
Focus more on the vibration of YOU
Did your energy lemon lie or raspberry reveal
The parental look to see your dress
Whether male or female they obsess
How you are perceived on them reflects
Better be neat presentable blueberry best
Would you be a good seed or bad
Men can do it in secrete or like a shout
Ogling or admiring to check her out
Rolling red eyes over curves of soul
She is an angel on a stripper pole
Or maybe she is destined to be more
Women do it maybe I’ll confess
Watching him walk the width of his chest
Listen to his words what do they possess
Notice his shoes his crotch his tie and vest
Deciding if I’ll cranberry curse or blackberry bless
Elevator eyes do you see yourself
Awareness of pink potential looking left
Right inside and doing inventory well stare
Embracing and recreating upon denim dare
When you pass a mirror what do you see there
She wished she could scream
as loud as possible
but she has to be lady like
so that’s not plausible
She needs to wear her hair up
and look presentable
though not too much
she can’t be unbearable
Can’t speak too loud
She might look like a clown.
Though not too quiet
She can’t be seen as defiant.
She went college as long as them
Four years,a whole presidential term
Only to be seen as a counterpart
Inserted at the end of construction
To leave junk on, a bottle or two
To be disregarded with a rag
And left for another day or few
because to them
her say is just a suggestion
not something to be digested.
Even though she made sure it wouldn’t cause congestion
She’ll try, again and again
through fail and trial
making sure to keep her head up high through denial
She won’t stop until she can be seen as More than just some child
She accomplished so much
As ancestors have before her
women suffrage wasn’t just something to hide in a corner
so she’ll keep her head up
through the thick and thin
Like how her great grandmothers fought for women back then
So they could have a voice
Through hardships faced
At the same status of men and next of kin
He stood
Before the mirror of
His soul
Wishing to look at the
Reflection of his
Inner self
In a little while, his
Idol appeared:
Timid
Foggy
Blurry
Distorted
Not a pretty sight!
He knew
He had to meet his creator.
His days were numbered.
There was no time left for him to
polish the mirror,
To make his soul emerge more presentable to
his Lord.
Desperate
He fell on his knees.
Started praying for forgiveness for
all he had thought, said and done in his life.
His tears
Rundown his ravaged with pain face.
He was so sincere in his supplication.
A truly repentant person who was
asking God's mercy.
He remained thus in silence,
not knowing what to expect.
Finally,
He raised his head and stood up.
He looked at the mirror once again.
There he saw his idol that was looking back
at him:
Sharp
Smiling
Elated
Forgiven
Blessed!
God has shown His mercy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2021
Dear Papa,
Sad, my siblings and I,
Never got to meet with you;
You left us too soon,
Out in this cold, dark and unjust climate;
Out in the deep ghettos and jungles;
In the hands of conmen and wolves
In sheep's clothing;
In the hands of those
Who have turned a house of refuge
Into A den of thieves
With no proof of roof
Over our bruised heads
The fence you mended
Has caved in
Your old, durable coat
Of many colors
Has frayed at the edges
Refusing to be mended
Father,
If we had known
When the thief
Would stealthily saunter in,
We would have guided our loins
Now,
Men have lost their fate
A good name is no more precious
Than gold and silver
Even when there is a way
There is no more will
Men have rolled up their
Goat skin mats,
Tucked away in rafters
To be fanned by smoke
And feasted on by rats
Men have hidden their drink horns
Refusing to tap wine or commune
Feigning to be temporary
Rather than contemporary
The glories of yesterday
Have been washed away
By memories too battered and faint
To remember your charge
Staten Island is being renovated
But they feign ignorance
A grave yard is more presentable, appealing and serene
Than our back country
Dogs now feast on fellow dogs...
Father, please don't look back in anger...
A child's hand is not scaled
By the hot piece of yam bequeathed by his mother;
Only a man who has not been
To his kinsman' s farm assumes
His father's farm is bigger
Mandiba,
Tomorrow is pregnant
We do not know what it will bring forth....
Today is here, alive with us
Our hope lies in the fidelity
That one day,
Perhaps one day, we Will get it right;
Smile and call you Mandiba