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I'm not sure how it all began,
When this soothsayer became heroic to some.
As he molded a story of greatness,
Against what our nation has now become.
Those that listened were mesmerized by his fable,
As he wove a tale of conspiracy and doubt.
Then his minions spread the veil of shadows,
To every corner with whispers they could shout.
Almost miraculously, this mirage became a leader,
Beginning a reign that some wish to forget.
But his actions won't be lost to history,
Since the aftermath lives on to regret.
Early on in his term of division, the
Tactics would erode basic trusts once held high.
Such that... we are a nation made up almost entirely of
Non-natives, yet that must stop, & he'll build a wall with lies.
Soon after, attacks were focused on the media,
As 'fake news' ran rampant in the press.
While the mouthpieces, such as, Hannity and Tucker,
Provided his message to the ignorant, more or less.
It wasn't long before this infection on credibility,
Attacked our very own intelligence community next.
Because ol' 45 would disparage the CIA & others,
Preferring Kim Jong and Putin's rhetoric and text.
Now to be fair, he did accomplish something...
A huge tax-cut that the wealthy endorsed.
So while the rich got richer, the melody sang loudly,
While the poverty of others was reinforced.
Throughout this one-term the primary focus,
Seemed to be undoing everything his predecessor had done.
Now while most of these efforts were negated,
The passionate pursuit gave himself, so much fun.
The ongoing hatred towards Obama and Hilary,
Was a constant theme in the Trump-laden White House.
Lending fuel to the fire of partisan politics, while
Staff and contemporaries posed quietly as a mouse.
The end of this pathetic term was filled with failure,
As dual impeachments and the lost election were to blame.
Followed by legal matters that consumed a nation,
As proud followers were jailed in his name.
Yet the MAGA minority spread far & wide to the horizon,
Where vocal women shamelessly sought his favor to gain.
So between Marjorie, Lauren, and Kari...
Their BDE chorus was tuned to deny any pain.
While conducting this orchestra of disaster,
A nation held hostage, sought truth in the wake.
To the point where regardless of convictions or pardons,
Our Constitution and democracy, will not be proven fake.
is both sought and unsought
the unsought is the reality
the prevalence of grace
through all of our seeking..
But the seeking in our experience
is an expectation that our seeking
with diligent pursuit and care
will yield a result and reward
of the very happiness sought..
Indeed snippets of transcendence
are found as reward for diligence
but the snippet soon dissolves
returning we suppose to
its measureless Source...
Seeking soon continues
searching once more with
reinforced expectation that the
snippet might be found once more..
How many searches we wonder
before an all-at-once discovery
that each of us is fully captured
immersed and made of
the unsought transcendence
we have been seeking...
We do not listen
or learn,
sing
or dance easily
when we do not feel safe
When we are not sure we can trust
the voices not speaking and listening
with us,
but speaking over us,
around us,
against us,
beyond us,
without apparently caring about us
Our Lose/Lose
through Win/Lose
neurosystemic imaginations
are triggered by toxic anxieties
Trauma anticipations
infilling vast lands
and oceans
of omnipresent win/win uncertainty,
win/lose insanity
Reinforced by capital investment
and patriarchal LeftBrain dominance
in our would-be deeply green
sacred GaiaFeminist
compassionate listening
learning dialogue
in-between cooperative thought
and compassionate feelings
Longing for healthier
safer
more resonant
and resilient
educational support systems
Engendering the robust trust
that builds
and maintains healthy democratic
nonviolent communication
for restoring EarthJustice
inside/outside classrooms.
IN DECEMBER 2000 WE SAID I DO
In the haze , of a dimly lit dance floor.
Swayed a couple who were madly in love,
They had met at a wedding,
Knew the way they were heading,
But fate had in mind another way,
Certainly not a quick role in the hay!
They dated sometime in the seventies,
Lost touch in the eighties,
And most of the nineties,
During this time each had a son,
For which they thanked God a ton.
His marriage had landed on the rocks,
And hers because she thought out of the box,
Both were divorced,
However,
Their love was about to be reinforced.
At the turn of the 21st century,
Bumped into each and spent a memory,
Charged day,
They rushed off to say I do, and excitedly
Headed for a bundle of hay!
There he lie, one month shy
of sixty-one short trips around the sun
The rest of this story has no
rhyme nor moral, just reality
raw and final
Three operations in two weeks
at the VA sausage meat machine
One leg and four feet of intestine
left to his name
Clear silicone tubes all over his face
tethered to beeping blinking boxes
Since nineteen he tipped his elbow to
a god who promised him this moment
Faithfully delivered, sooner then hoped
Everybody blamed the liquor but it
was he who put it up to his lips
As a true testament to
the god of his choosing
My choice of gods told me many times
what I was supposed to say to this man
but I never said it until this night.
Four years of bible college and serving
as a leader reinforced my orders
and demonstrated my devotion
Pushing hard against my INFJ wiring
I leaned down to finally say it
directly into his comatose ear
If you can hear me dad, you need to be saved
It’s easy as ABC … Admit, Believe, Confess
But I stopped short and took a look at myself
It felt like I was trying to sell a used car
to a dying man with one leg
I found no tears for him in that moment
only a shallow sense of relief that
I did my contractual duty to the
zealous and well-meant script
called Evangelical Christianity
A true testament to a god
I once believed existed
She ran away from home
And came to Mumbai city
Working evening shifts at MacDonald’s
She would observe girls walking in high heels
Her dream was to be a beauty queen
She finished school and attended collage
And walked on ramps whenever possible.
She carried her books and high heels
In the same bag with her attitude
That books would feed the mind
But heels would make her walk
with her head held high in the sky.
Her dream was to become a beauty queen.
She won Miss India and it was beyond her Imagination.
She could now imagine freedom from a humble
background
And help others like her to strive
When she was crowned Miss. India
She said the weight of her crown and the weight
of her high heels were the same
Each step she took reinforced her freedom
beyond her imagination.
Work hard and never give up on your dreams
Says this proud Miss India our very own beauty queen.
22.2.2021
Imagine a freedom beyond Imagination Poetry Contest.
Pacific may be wide: yes I know
yet it doesn’t make it broader
than the scroll of griefs that I roll away
The world is spherical: why wont it?
When I have a goal to score
London bridge is fallen down: why wont it?
When am standing on it
Can it be longer than the history I rewrote?
Mount Everest cant move: says who?
Is it higher than the huddles that barricade my way
And I kicked them over visibility?
If life says its tough: is it sure?
It better redefine toughness,
because even the spears of brass I broke in pieces
aren't tough enough
Today is bad: yes I know
But if I handles worse devil yesterday
Then I better take a deep sleep
Cus tomorrow must be good.
Every step you take
Every app that counts it
Turns to CYBER COURT
For SHOES produce microplastics
They end up washed by the water of rain
Into the very OCEAN
What is your pain compared to pain of the MAIN
Mass of unneeded morons
Delusions they live in of value
Themselves they do value too much
And FOOTPRINT they live in this shell view
Does render their lives DEAD as such
They are reinforced to be buying
The products produced by producer
And here is our GOVERNMENT
ALLAH is the great reducer
Not every religion is valid
Who are you to say who I AM
Humans shall really be dying
Point of this episteme
Logic is lost in their matters
Politics, courts and the tech
If you would fetch friend of mine the the Cyber
What would ???really would FETCH
Sure you ain't dog of robotics
Sure not the pervert as them
Not the control freak, psychiatrist
Perhaps you are better than S.T.E.M.
What if this great the commander
Really for Cyber commands
What if they way you're living
Doesn;t want giving you chance
What if you doesn;'t deserve it
Grammar distorted for means
What idf in this real system
Not those but these are you sins
Used to the stupid doctrine
Of the religious frauds
This is just me and wild horse
I am walking
He
Alongside
Trods
Inspired by a poem by Ogen Nash A TALE OF THE THIRTHEENTH FLOOR
THE POLICE
and some else geniouses of the ConNTEMPORARY
The storm has subsided
The wind has died out
The sea has calmed.
The night has passed
The sun has risen
Darkness is dissipated
Fear is gone
Hope has returned
My dream is revived.
God gave me another chance:*
Another day to live,
Another day to test my wings,
To fly
To create.
The goal of my life appeared before my eyes
Anew:
Provoking
Challenging
Demanding.
I feel God's presence!
My faith is strengthened,
My determination is reinforced,
My heart rejoices,
My soul is uplifted.
It is certain, that this time,
I would succeed in serving Him better
For
With the Lord's help,
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 May 2022
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* Back in October 2021, I had a serious accident that
caused a large Hematoma in my brain, and as a consequence of that, I had
a long (12") Craniotomy which brought me to the gates of eternity mute and paralyzed, however, God gave me another chance to live!
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**This is my 3200th poem posted on PoetrySoup!
I would like to thank all my friends for they were and are a
source of inspiration.
Wish I could reverse things back to the days
Days when it was just you and I…
Days when everything was just but okay
When our love was unconditional
What we had was just for us; unique
Always there for one another
Gave each other a shoulder to lean on
Reinforced our love with a strong foundation
We were both altruistic, giving our all
Relentlessly worked on our love, despite the ups and downs
Looked into our imperfections
Treated each other with a lot of affections
So it is true that love is blind
Yes! We didn’t see separation lurk privily
Yes! we didn’t see our hearts go asunder
So too much of good something is a blunder?
Now am here stranded
Don’t know which way to go
Wandering in the jungle trying to find my heart
My heart which I gave to you, but you chose to disappear with it.
I got what I sought but lost
Wanted to gain your love but again am in pain
Was this set, or it’s just my fate I met
I tried to relate before it’s late but look I regret