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She bear balances on tiny gold pedestal.
Her hot pink rhinestone tutu flaring.
I take a photo of her big oversized butt.
A big mistake as her relatives are glaring.
They chase me through tinsel town, Beary-Wood.
What crazy outfits these bears are wearing!
I turn to stick out my tongue for I am nuts.
Which I thought was funny and really daring.
Two of them do a spectacular mime act.
They are her cousins, their talent raring.
Her auntie is running in Jimmy Choos.
Pedestrians cannot help their staring.
One runs out in front of a black limousine.
Results in a loud horn with incessant blaring.
Sixteen bears are still chasing me pretty darned hard.
Two stop to fix someone’s hair, extraordinary beautician pairing.
One yells “hold up!” a talking bear? What?
Her boyfriend wants the photo. I do not mind sharing.
Fourteen bears catch up and surround me now.
Ask for my autograph; I thank them for caring.
They thank me too, and the day is a wow!
Its never to early to be in love
Says mother beloved
Quote me wrong if am right
From Sunshine to sunrise
A Mellow below my pillow
A Medley of endearment
I have told you a hundred times
The best thing ever to happen to me is love
Not a type I feel
But the one I can't see
Its inexhaustible as the sea
Full of so much Mercy
Even when in the midst of the red sea
Its you alone I see
Mothers love can become greasy
Father's love can turn freezy
Lovers love can be without merci
Relatives love can turn clumsy
But this love i speak is new every morning
I wish I have words to express my Heartbeat
Its beating per seconds billing
I will go bankrupt in a means to pay it
So i dispense of his mercies
I enjoy his bountiful blessing
It's all mine so I can flex it
Flaunt it and spend it
If you haven't taste it
You are missing a big thing
I don't worth it
Neither do I merit it
Its just his nature that can't be questionable.
Thanks be to him who loads us with our daily benefit
GODS LOVE IS NOT MESSY bUT VAST IN MERCIES.
”Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler...” — Robert Frost THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
YELLOW WOOD
there was the coworker’s hangup,
the incessant line,
the deathroom imagery —
i did not see the ugly parts
but i live the yellow wood,
not only my facts.
lately my face in the mirror morphs into relatives,
even in my dreams, as if it was all natural.
the eyes, cheeks sunken in, sharp chin of a heart
— i’m seeing the dead
and the sick,
also me with my wrinkles and grays.
i look outside my blue windows,
wanting the life that was so lively last year.
i see the same leaves, crisp and broken
but there’s a sadness this Fall
and a wondering —
will life restart…
i live for what energizes me —
the communion of song in the sanctuary.
i cling to every note that touches
the hem of Jesus
and mercy of his cross,
salvation and life everlasting.
my husband and i, side by side,
the apples of our eyes — our children;
and grandchildren on my lap,
on the phone or perpetually on my mind,
in my prayers
in my hope and blessing;
their voices and snapshots, gold.
longing for the retelling of the past.
i see it, within my grasp —
to tell me who or what i am.
this generation may not care,
but i care, with a deep longing
to share, not living in the past
but coloring the present;
the mind has unlimited fare.
11/16/2020
At this second of clarity. I am doing some serious concentrated repacking.
Earth humans are only allowed two chests on the outer space rocket ship.
I have said good-bye to my three favorite pets. They will stay here.
Several friends and neighbors have professed to love them.
I hope they are not fooling. I adore my cobra, tarantula and muskrat.
I left video good-byes for relatives to feet kick over after I have gone.
I have studied the six prevalent languages spoken on Planet X-73Z4.
Tapes of their customs, niceties and hair styles are already packed.
My green chest has a coffee maker and many non-nutritious snacks.
Snickers bars, potato chips, and syrups for my snow cone machine.
Facing struggles of separation anxiety
such darkness midst anguish I felt with certainty
yet due to childhood’s knowledge-obscurity
I could not fathom its reality.
I dreaded being far from my mother and her presence
God’s love I delighted in through her care’s iridescence
so when she announced about her would-be absence
torturous separation-despair gripped my innocence.
Years later, Mom brought me to a campus’ dormitory
which would be my home – away from relatives’ territory
parting from Mom made me weary of homesickness-worry
but God’s grace healed my culture shock-caused injury.
The greatest blow of separation-distress* hit my heart
when Mother’s last breath set me from her apart
were it not for God’s comfort, I could be paralyzed by grief-dart
making me agonize painfully … groping on how to start.
I thank God for making me move on with Mom’s sweet memories
while savoring the joy of her inspiring victories
by faith, I know that Mom now is triumphing over miseries…
we’ll be reunited to praise the Lord forever; enjoying Bible stories.
*Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
July 7, 2018
Morning sunrise with warbling birds makes me smile,
Reminder of God’s bounteous gifts here and across the mile;
A new day is Lord’s marvelous grace with great surprise,
He’s astounding! His loving providence gives joy to suffice.
I smile when I think of my relatives and family,
Knowing I’m treasured and loved, it’s heaven to me!
With their unwavering care and all-out support,
If heavily laden, they’re my refuge, my everlasting comfort.
I smile every time I view the crimson sky during sunset,
Works were all done. Thanks for the challenges, no regret;
End of the day is a triumph, fine time to meditate, rest
To renew my strength. Tomorrow, I’ll give again my best.
Smile paints on my face when I see you smiling,
Your smile is my delight. If you’re sad, I’m here darling;
Let’s smile often so that the world smiles on us,
Smile rejuvenates, a natural treatment, we can save cash.
The swan was not satisfied, she felt her neck was way too long.
And the way it bends, she argued, it is embarrassing.
I look in the water all the time; I would like to see the sky.
I am always looking at the sky the catfish told her,
because owls and hawks are forever diving down here
and eating my relatives. My uncle Fred got taken on Tuesday.
The frog on the bank rolled his eyes. Hoping he had not
moved them fast enough to warn the fly who had been coming.
Snap! Slurp! Lunch was delicious.
A small child was walking on the path, so they all moved along.
They did not fancy humans. They had seen what the ones with
the long pieces do to a poor defenseless deer
A deer must have read my thoughts, for she bound over the
bush into a bramble of thicket just beyond the pond.
Doggy! The child yelled.
So that’s what they call deer.
I let them all pass over me –
The cheery Happy Easters!
Assuming I will be among
Today’s hot cross bun feasters.
But no, I won’t be eating lamb
Or ham with all its glazing,
Although I’m sure the Easter pies
My friend makes are amazing.
For I’m observing Pesach,*
So what I will eat instead
Will be matzoh or its relatives,
All with unleavened bread.
Of course, there’s meat and chicken,
Lots of veggies, eggs and fruit
And special cakes and cookies,
Made with matzoh meal, to boot.
I used to set those people straight
Whose greetings had no clue
That Easter’s not for everyone,
But I no longer do.
When people offer me a wish
For a Happy Easter day,
I smile and say, “The same to you”
And send them on their way.
*Passover
NUTTY
We were in Paso Robles during the fourth of July
week-end strolling in the streets, after our sumptuous
lunch, where this vintage store caught our attention.
My ten year old grandson picked a pack of bubble gum
cigarettes and my grandchildren and I settled at the
outside bench, just sitting and people watching.
He peeled one of the sticks and started chewing.
He offered me one and somehow I got this idea of
showing him how to smoke a stick and asked my
daughter to take a picture of him and me smoking.
I texted the picture to relatives with a note “bad
influence, smoking cigarette candies ha-ha-ha”.
Did not stop there, I stood up and gave my daughter
one and asked Ricky to take a picture of his Mom and
me smoking like two street girls and I texted our picture
to my friends with a note “SMOKING HOT CHICKS”.
I got back texts of “silly grandma or bad grandma ha-ha”
and some of my friends texted back with “cute” and
one with “nutty girl ha-ha-ha” that made me laughed.
What a silly idea of a sixty nine year old grandma to
show his grandson how to smoke and a Mom to let
her daughter smoke with her for fun and take pictures.
My daughter and I do not smoke and I would never
dare do what I did with real cigarettes, honestly.
Somehow, I always come up with something fun, silly,
nutty to enjoy moments of togetherness and remember
them with such delight. I love being nutty, its fun.
Was called “crazy woman”, “nutty girl” sounds better.
9/19/21 "N" Poems, New Or Old Poetry
Constance La France
#6 - Nutty
Fear the times, my friend,
When people die of a horrible disease
And the rest, the healthy ones,
The young ones,
Are dancing in the streets
As though celebrating:
The agony
The suffering, and
The dying
Of
Their fellow men
Without
Respecting anyone's grief
And
Without caring for anybody else but
Themselves.
Fear, these times, my friend,
For
These are the times that
God, our Lord, would show His wrath to
The rest of the world
Because
His holy command, to love one another,
Has been disobeyed in the most
Unholy way!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 April 2021
*While thousands of people worldwide die every day because of COVID-19 under terrible conditions and alone, hundreds of thousands of young and not so young are dancing and celebrating in the streets. This happens in Greece as it happens in many countries around the world, without these people to think of the consequences of their actions!
Is that compassion? Is that love? Is that humanity?
P.S. I have lost five relatives and close friends to Coronavirus within the period of a month. RIP.