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Catholic churches were attacked in Sri Lanka
Many of our brothers and sisters were massacred
By
Fanaticism and ignorance
In
The name of their God
But
When would we understand that there is only one God,
And that is the God of love,
That we all are his children,
All embraced by Him the same,
None being loved less than the other,
None being put higher or lower than the other?
Those who committed this abominable crime,
Thinking they will be rewarded with a place in paradise,
They soon will find out that their miserable souls
Will be condemned to eternal damnation
For committing:
Patricide,
Matricide and
Fratricide!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 April 2019
* CNN: Sri Lanka blasts. At least 327 dead and more than 500 injured
in multiple church and hotel explosions.
R.I.P. our beloved parents, children, brothers and sisters.
Snow was falling gently,
as I walked through the pristine park;
oh, it was so silent,
I could hear the flakes whispering;
I was just so peaceful-
but soon I reached the busy street.
And saw an old lady,
trying to push a shopping cart;
and she needed me,
so, I pushed her cart to the store;
it was a random thing-
she seemed delighted for the help.
One day I saw a man,
begging in front of a subway;
I asked him what he needed,
he said, he wanted some food;
I gave him five dollars-
oh, it was just a random act.
When, I journey downtown,
I bring a big pocket of change;
for we have homeless souls,
so many that will hold out a hand;
what's a few coins to me-
I give out coins in kindness.
Random acts of kindness,
are so easy for each to do;
they can be little things,
each kindness will be rewarded;
ten-fold it will come back-
so, if you see a need, do it!
________________________
January 30, 2017
Poetry/Verse/'Random Acts of Kindness'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-12262-282-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Strand Select R Contest
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Silence is not golden
When it comes to the heart
The only thing you get rewarded
Is the agony you receive
As you're being torn apart
And the regrets you feel
When you're alone in the dark
The wounds that just won't heal
They never leave your heart
The time it steals
You look back one day to see how much
You then realize you've seemed to have lost touch
With all you'd known
And the person you once were
You come to see the words you couldn't say
Has made you this way
Now you have to live with that day after lonely day
And those words well they're stuck with you in the silence
They are there along with the tears you cry
Through it all they will remain
With the darkness and the pain
What you took for granted
The love you took in vain
Without even knowing
Silence can rob you of so many things
So that you pillow is all you have in which to cling
You write your words out that drift around in your head
Cause at least that way they are being said
Silence has no gratitude
Keeps you locked away inside of solitude
Alone with your fears
Not to mention the endless nights of tears
And then the thoughts of all the wasted years
All silence needs is to be broken
Or so much of your life will be stolen
Time is divine
Losing it quietly is a tragedy, it's a crime
Silence can and will drive you out of your mind
Your soul is what you'll search frantically to find
When I found it I knew just what I had to do
I was silent no longer
I had to stand for once being stronger
Then ever before
I felt my time was due
To scream to the world
Just how much I'm in love with you
The path of time has slipped through the endless clock,
The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long,
Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure,
Soon, the divine edge will pass, and eternity unravels.
Whisper to them, citizen of the early dawn, servant of gentle words,
Traveler marked by the sun, with steps in the abyss lit by rays,
A walker who follows the dice of destiny, confident in his being,
Their ascent is underway, awaiting the divine light to greet it.
Oh, my envoys, heralds of a world below the stars,
Where souls reconcile with dawns dried by the dew of ephemerality,
I have walked through the sphere of the visible with knees raised,
Listening to the One who majestically descends above the seas.
With the bitterness of the voice that has filled the skies from Jerusalem,
Despair buds on cherubic wings, while
He whispered my name and broke the path from my anchored heart,
"Follow My way", the sky spoke, and the storm descended.
Unbraided speaker, you have stretched across so many untrodden paths,
You have danced with the core of the day, and dusk found you unshaken,
Harbinger of wonder, you have bloomed and blessed through good deeds,
But the pure light will find you, in the calm where you will be laid.
The curtain of the dawn reveals acts seen by pure hands,
From their light arises, in accord with the ordinance of the open sky,
White and black are woven with grace, but they don’t serve to conceal,
All enlightened deeds, all will be kept in the splendor of the night.
For so says the Keeper of time, the Master of heaven and earth,
For so speaks the Torch that illuminates even the brightest nooks,
"You can always reveal yourself, for your deed, you will soon be rewarded",
The magical mystery of life reveals its grandeur in equal, profound rhythms.
What is fear; something outward or within?
Strangely serene; how darkness holds all still.
Fight or flight? On either, truth will transcend.
Of life, love, and lust; risks rewarded thrill.
A feeling? A thought? Or just a notion?
A primevally hardwired cautiousness?
All and naught. A truly raw emotion.
Too fear, is at the root of consciousness.
Null fear; would there be any joy in love?
The valuation in that lost and gained
makes no difference in the light thereof.
Through fear; life and it’s meaning are sustained.
Fear is rooted alongside the being;
cinched, behold all that’s worthy of seeing.
8-20-2021
Never accept shoddy goods or poor service, you have consumer rights, if they don't address your concerns, contact their chairman.
Quote by poet
When I was growing up my dear mother often said to me
Always speak when spoken to and be courteous as can be
So, it riles me when folks are ignorant and couldn't give a dime
But I give them benefit of the doubt and say it a second time.
Faulty goods suck too when you take them back to the store
They make out that it's been misused and show you the door
But you have consumer rights and are entitled to your money back
Make sure you're assertive and calm but never go on the attack.
There's no excuse for poor service either or they choose to ignore you
But their attitude changes completely when you threaten to sue
First, they'll fob you off and try to provide an excuse that is lame
But stand your ground firmly and play them at their own game.
I once heard a quote 'there's no friendship in business' ; that is so true
Companies often forget it's you paying them, it's not them paying you
Loyal customers should be rewarded and treated with respect
So, look around and go elsewhere if they show you any disrespect.
Thankfully, those kinds of sad ignorant people are in a minority
And most people will go the extra mile, so you're left feeling happy
So, If you've been fobbed off with poor service or dealt a poor hand
Use X, Facebook or TikTok to warn others and make a firm stand.
Written on the 3rd may 2025.
Spartan was a wicked task
Full unmasked the evil presence
Violence against a brother rewarded
Quick the silencer will reap
For no value kills another
Yet the process lumbers on
In the wood and city streets
Another victim preyed upon
How shall we make amends?
By the precepts of His laws?
The balance greater drifting onward
Sees the shifting of relief
One cannot help but cry aloud
For violence continues to this day
So when you see a fallen one
Ask what price demanded Him to pay?
So Baltimore the place of honor
Chicago maims not far behind
"To each his own" the saying goes
Some recompense repaid each time
It's a Myth until it's Acheived
He doesn't take what he's doing seriously.
he goes in with a script: he's going to
do what he has planned, not taking
into account that people are watching him
and his opponent is watching him
feeling the strength of his blows
and feeling him tiring.
He telegraphs moves and moves
around like he's done know thing to bore
his followers: and he's done know thing to ensure
that he is seen in victory as best and best even in
defeat. His opponents are often who we
expect them to be and
the outcome usually climaxes' before the feud has time to
develop. People often push there opponents into greatness:
he often makes lazy his foes where there align to
overdue his defeats. upon intro's and underachieving exits
which draw no conclusions and have no direction.
As a fan favorite you can support his afford if they are supported
by company gimmicks: but overall
while he's eager enough to learn, someone who wishes
to help him peak in performance needs
to channel there affords of
conveyance and communication
to help redevelop his talents. In his credits i
did see him once diverge from his own script
and challenge someone in an athletics feat.
He maneuvered and counter wrestled,
in that afford he try to make submit: he attempted to out wrest,
he meet ever move with a counter move
and was rewarded victory with a defeat of a champion
but as champion his lack of focus and script wrestling
allowed a challenger to punch and kick his
way to a victory.
Never take for granted
what your parents say.
In so many ways, it will
make a memory, and will
also make your day.
Oh, the beauty of their words;
Like pleasant music to my soul.
Were I a song writer, I write a song.
Were I a musician, I'd sing a song
My Daddy often said,
"I'm going out west
where the eagles
build their nest; where
you get rewarded for
doing your best".
After a long time away
from home, my Mama said,
"Don't you want to come
home to see your mama?"
When my Grandma sent us
to the store, she would
always say, "Go in a haste
and come in a pace".
That's what my Daddy said.
That's what my Mama said.
That's what my Grandma said.
What they said is now a sweet memory.
062424PS
Filled the feeder in the snow
Because, of all the weathers,
This one makes the search for food
Quite tough for those with feathers.
Had to chase some squirrels -
Let them eat the nuts they’ve hoarded -
But then the birds began to come
And wow, was I rewarded!
Chickadees and sparrows,
Blue jays and a mourning dove,
Then a Woody Woodpecker,
A species that I love.
Flocks of little black birds
That prefer to peck the ground,
Crows above on branches
Where good resting spots are found.
Set against the blanket
Of the freshly fallen snow,
I’m happy as I watch the birds
Who know just where to go.