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For decades now
We, your children, dear mother earth,
Have been stabbing you
Each year
Each day
Each hour
Each second
Causing you to bleed profusely, while
We, indifferent to your suffering, were:
Watching
Laughing
Drinking
Dancing and
Having a good time
For
We thought your blood was inexhaustible and
That you would bleed forever, without any consequence on
Our own life
But
Slowly we came to realize that you are as mortal as
We are, subject to the same laws of decay,
A shocking thought was indeed for us
But
In spite of this realization
We never stopped hurting;
You
Your animals
Your forests
Your rivers
Your lakes
Your seas
Your oceans
You see, dear mother earth,
We have sacrificed all you have held dear for
Millions of years to the altar of
Our egoism and that of
Our vanity
Now,
As we see you lie in your death bed,
We, your conceited and spoiled children,
Have decided to give you the last chance,
To stop your bleeding,
To end your torture and your agony so as to give you
Time to recover.
Yes, we know,
Our action is not out of magnanimity or of love for you
But mainly out
Of fear we might destroy our blasphemous species
That has overstepped the limits that our Lord and creator
Has set from the moment of his creation
For that
I for one, on my knees, humbly I plead your
Forgiveness for my participation in this horrid and
Macabre crime of Matricide!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
23 April 2016
UNITED NATIONS (AP) — The historic agreement on climate change marked a major milestone on Friday with a record 175 countries signing on to it on opening day.
With the planet heating up to record levels, sea levels rising and glaciers melting, the pressure to have the Paris Agreement enter into force and to have every country turn its words into deeds was palpable at the U.N. signing ceremony.
"The world is in a race against time," U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said in his opening speech. "The era of consumption without consequences is over."
It was a day like every other,
In his monotonous life.
He showered and he shaved;
Shared a good-bye kiss with his wife.
Dropped his son off at school,
On his commute into work;
Oblivious to the car radio news report
About a gunman gone berserk.
She called him at his office
For their usual mid-morning chat;
His recorded tones on voice mail said,
“I’ll return your call when I get back.”
He missed his boss’ staff meeting;
They figured he must have called in sick.
His emails went unanswered;
His in-box was growing kind of thick.
His son couldn’t find him
In the stands at his basketball game;
His wife was left wondering all day,
Why the return call never came.
His secretary couldn’t track him down;
His cell phone went straight to voice mail.
To the clients trying to find him,
She didn’t know just what to tell.
The police said there was nothing they could do
Until twenty-four hours had come and passed;
When later in the evening
His wife called them at last.
The wife and son sat by the phone;
Not knowing just what to do.
They both finally went to sleep
When the mantle clock showed half past two.
His car was never found,
His whereabouts never confirmed.
Whatever happened to this average man,
No one ever was to learn.
His wife never forgave him;
His son never forgot;
It was a day like every other,
But for him, that day was not.
Ending in a flouncy ruffle, I married in a brown crushed velvet dress
This was 1971. Only six people were there, maybe one less.
My groom was nervous, I had sweet talked him into eloping with me.
I was confident this was the way God meant our wedding to be.
This was our second try at finding a justice of the peace.
My husband’s pants were ironed into a straight down middle crease.
He had a big hunk of dark hair that fell across his left hazel eye.
I believe I heard a secretary give a little sigh.
These people had tried to talk us out of this quickie wedding.
Strangers to us, they had a deputy give a little sing.
This was during the awful horrible Vietnam War you realize.
My groom was number thirty-eight in the draft, danger could arise.
We have been married fifty years, so things worked out rather well.
My husband never had to serve in swamps of that foreign hell.
He always says that I looked beautiful on our wedding day.
When I look at him, he is nineteen. What could be better anyway?
My husband forced me to interview his new secretary.
Because I can type?
I was furiously opposed.
Be professional he said, which is not in my vocabulary.
So here she was, sitting across from me.
I leaned back in my husband’s oversized office chair.
BAM!
My legs were in the air, and my dress was around my waist.
Panties clearly showing.
I crawled off of the danged chair.
Felt my hot face.
Looked at the shocked applicant.
“You are hired,” I said.
No idea that she could only type seven words a minute.
Did not care.
Neither of us laughed.
Until we began working together.
And got to know each other.
Then we could not stop laughing.
She was the sparkle at the heart of it
The love we all shared
I don’t remember a day that passed by,
without her friendly smile or wink of her eye.
We lost Hildie in the spring of last year
And now we find, we are losing the very thing she held so dear
Our beloved IND, The Institue of Norte Dame
Our Grand Lady the Oldest Girls Prep school in the Country is closing its doors one last time at the end of this term.
She has stood vigilant for 173 years, and educated us all.
A testament to our City, our State and our Great Nation.
As the bombs of the Civil War fell in the background and reverberated through her halls, her classes went on for the students whom she loved so well.
IND Graduates include Nancy Pelosi, the First Woman Speaker of the House AND Current Speaker of the House.
The Former Senator, Barbara Mikulski from the State of Maryland,
My Mothers cousin Adele Wilzack former Secretary of Health for the State of Maryland .
From the very first day, Hildie was there at the door
With a friendly hello and a smile that was warm.
If you needed new pencils or something more
Sister Hildie was there, she ran the bookstore.
She watched as we grew a silent witness to all that we learned
Our Pin days, Ring Days, Proms, Plays and the like
Graduation with long stemmed red roses and we were all dressed in white.
She was our official cheer squad at basketball games, Hildie was there
She knew EVERYONES NAMES
She even sold pretzels during our lunch breaks.
If you came early or stayed a bit late and needed some help
Hildie was there and didn’t hesitate.
To our friend and confidant,
I pray for her and for US ALL.
Our loss is profound.
It’s difficult to think,
She won’t be around.
I pray for our Students, Alumni, Teachers, Parents, Families and Friends
Of our Grand Lady, IND
Hildie loved us all so very much.
Kimberly Sikorski
Class of 1983
And this bit added to be part of the contest ....
Dorothea,
Dorothea may mean “ Gift from God,“
But Heaven broke the mold when they created Sister Hildie
Written May 17, 2020
For Poem about a Nun
I was to interview my husband’s new secretary
And was not excited or pleased
But he claimed he did not have the time
So I had her come to the house
Shoved the children upstairs
Where they put the four year old
down the clothes chute
Because she would fit and they would not
The woman was young,
I noticed I had worn panty hose
She had not. That struck me odd.
This was 1983, when everyone wore them for interviews
If you were a female anyway
I tried to look prim, proper, official
Even though I was interviewing her
in my living I was trying to look professional.
The children were almost silent, and I thanked God for that.
I asked her to tell me a bit about herself,
Then I leaned back in my husband’s oversized office chair
Which fell with a clunk on the ground
My legs were sticking straight up above the desk.
I crawled out and her face was all red.
But not redder than mine I guess.
I quickly said “You are hired”.
A huge mistake as she barely typed seven words an hour.
But in my haste to cover up, I grabbed at the only thing I had.
Later we became fast friends and laughed all the time about it.
On that day, however, I ended up with her cat, which I did not want.
Because she cried and said her mom said she had to find a home for it
She ended up with a job and the four-year-old went down the laundry chute.
I see North Africa
Through a little girl’s eyes
Continental ignorance
Stagnant in their reflection
Oppression
Like sinuous flames
In the heat of their arid deserts
I see America
With its once prolific economy
One man
It tumbled all
Two elections – “it’s all your fault!”
Teetering precariously, waiting…
For Obama to hold it together
I see Europe
Where art thou now?
Hiding like politicians – fools they are
Come out, come out
Where ever you are
Bush needs his poodles
Ha Ha Ha!
You’re all in this together
Manipulating each other
Pretending to need the UN more than the other
Who’s ruling the UN Bush or its general secretary
Britain cannot criticize, they ruled the League of Nations
You’ll never step up to the plate
And be manly enough
To take the blame for the world’s disastrous fate.
There was a species that thought itself smart
That lived without harmony in its heart
Used earth as a dumping place
While asking God for His grace
But God ordered it to change or to part! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2018
10-10-7-7-10
* Yesterday, June 8 was World Oceans Day. It was celebrated around the world to make us aware of the damage we have caused to our oceans.
They say that 6.3 billion tons of plastic have been thrown into them which means, as the General Secretary of UN has said, that by 2050 we will have more plastic than fish in the oceans.
Right now five vortexes ( Islands) of plastic have been formed and the largest one is in the North Pacific which is twice the size of Texas or four times the size of Germany.
This Limerick is my humble effort to raise awareness of the damage we have caused to our oceans and the risks our species takes!
Paul Ryan seems too concerned,
I fear,
that there are non-MAGAs who actively seek to harm
the U.S. President.
While I am among those
who would prefer to live in a nation
that never would have ever elected a kleptocrat,
an anti-Lady Liberty Colossus,
this is because we feared he might deliver on his promises
Which felt like more of a threat to healthy democracy,
thereby bringing far more harm upon himself,
and the rest of us,
than we would ever wish
upon our worst enemy.
DT2 is harming himself
quite Make America Sick Again
effectively.
He needs no Make Business As Usual
greedy and corrupt help with that.
I was asked to interview my husband's potential secretary.
Reluctant I was, but I got dressed and did it.
Using his office and his chair.
It was much too cumbersome for me.
I asked the third question and leaned back.
WHAM! My head and back were on the floor.
His executive chair had fallen over, and my feet were in the air.
I was wearing a suit with a skirt!
I crawled around and stood up, straightened myself.
I said "You are hired".
Her face could surely have been no more red than mine was.
Her eyes bugged out. She began to thank me profusely.
I found out later I had probably made a mistake.
She could only type 17 words a minute.
I type 85 words a minute, so I ended up doing all the work.
After we became friends I took her cat to raise.
I loaned her money, we became confidants.
I finally brought up the chair incident during a lunch.
She looked at me and we both began to laugh.
We laughed until we were crying; we were wailing now.
My husband had to ask us to calm down, but we couldn’t.