Long Supervised Poems
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I will not say it’s not you, it’s me.
I could not insult you like this.
I want you to know however….
I am not going to be able to write a reference letter.
It’s not that I do not like you, for I certainly do.
I have never supervised you.
You need to ask a supervisor.
Not using a supervisor might indicate that
you do not get along well with your supervisors.
Also, I only worked with you about six days.
That is also not impressive on a reference letter.
If they ask me if you are reliable, dependable, punctual,
or trustworthy, I would have to say I have no idea.
I enjoy your friendship, but you need to do yourself a favor
and ask a supervisor to write you a reference letter.
Not a single one of them would out of seven?
I am sorry, but I have no advice, only appreciation that you asked me.
To do you the best favor, however, I have to say no.
I loved my childhood summers
In the mountains, where we stayed
In a small, one-bedroom bungalow
Where memories were made.
We didn’t mind the lack of space;
Outside were fields of grass
With lots of friends to hang with -
Oh, how quickly time did pass!
In day camp we had arts and crafts;
We swam and ran around
And played on teams in every sport
Where balls or nets were found.
Specifics now have vanished
From the cells inside my brain,
But the happy feelings overall
Still powerfully remain.
We had such freedom then as kids;
Our days belonged to us.
So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!”
We bounded home, no fuss.
The youth today, on hearing this,
Would not know what I mean,
For summers now are supervised
Or spent before a screen.
(Sappho and Leuceus drunk,fighting over who invented the Stanza)
Lesbos howls with song and mgosi tonight,
Leuceus thumbs the table-claims my Stanza his,
I toss my hair,sip the sqo,my daughter lightning-
Let Ogun decide!
He stutters of meters,I of love divine,
He waves his laptop,I smash my Zamalek beer glass to silence
The gods choke at their peptic ulcers-
Mami Wata takes sides.
Tomorrow the'll call me fallen,sinner,muse of rain,
But in their shame,they'll still steal my rhythm,
He'll drown in envy's cup,Ill wake to babalazi
Makoti sing my song
Explanation of words
mgosi-gossip
sqo-as in traditional beer
Zamalek: Black Label Carling beer
Ogun: The god of war
mami wata:mother of water is a symbol of beauty and that's all men want to hear
babalazi-a massive hangover
makoti- ''Maak ons tee'' in Afrikaans meaning ''Make us tea''.This is what will happen to school dropouts;just think about the fate of this one: a young married woman supervised by a grumpy old woman who complaints about anything under the son.
I remember being ticketed twice for running a stop sign.
The first was for not realizing that there was a stop sign.
The second was willful because I was driving a car with a
bad battery, and was afraid that it would stall and leave me
walking if I stopped. Of course, the officer did not believe me.
I tell you, there is no end to driving stories, and I don't know
for sure, but it's worth the muse.
I'm certain that our assumptions, percentages, and ticket
counts will be different, but allow me to muse anyway.
Let's assume that 99% of stop signs are not supervised
by the physical presence of law enforcement officers.
Let's also assume that in spite of that reality, the
general public will comply with the law 93% of the time.
Let's continue to assume that 75% of those law-abiding
citizens are primarily complying for purely financial consequences.
Be advised that there is absolutely nothing scientific about my
assumptions. Let's further assume that there are basically two kinds
of law-abiding among those 25% who simply will not intentionally run
stop signs. Let's dare assume that there are 15% of the kind of drivers
that are more concerned about 'safety' than they are about the law, which makes it rather easy for them to comply. That leaves us with an assumption that 10% of the drivers love the law and believe that lawmakers know what they're doing. Let's assume...
They call me Mr. Quick Fix.
I’m everywhere, in every school.
Over 400,000 of me in classrooms across the country.
Yet there’s minimal data on my effectiveness.
For this reason, among others, some call me Mr. Quagmire.
Here I am, the “least qualified, lowest paid” providing the “bulk of instruction.”
On top of that, I am rarely supervised, barely trained, and minimally vetted
While at the same time considered the “first, primary, and…only support response” for the student .
My student’s father calls me Mr. Godsend.
Distrusting of the school staff, I am his child’s protector
From any negative judgement bestowed upon the child by peer or adult.
The direct pipeline of communication often goes through me,
Not the head teacher, who sometimes refers to me as Mr. Why Didn’t You Tell Us That Earlier?
Some even call me Mr. Anything. Or Mr. Wing-It.
One day I may work with small groups beyond my assigned student.
Other days I’m creating lesson plans with no oversight.
I try not to question these practices, or lack of policy and procedures with regards to my role.
Everyday is a bit of chaos, and I’m just trying to make it a doable day like everyone else,
Helping wherever I can, however I can.
That’s my job, right? Right?
I Am Right Here
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
In occasional fading of the sun,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Rift recurs thy stained disability,
A jigsaw puzzle of thee spreads undone,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.
Thy severance stirs midst society,
Vacant faces go unanswered by one,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Focused attention gifts simplicity,
A wanton fix since medicines begun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.
Supervised courses thy anxiety,
Being cut-off, edges in its long run,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Prayer capitulates thy malady,
Free to explore a memory homespun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
2020 June 20
Do you know, my dearest friend that:
The physical and the metaphysical world are divided by a membrane only, and that they are interconnected and interdependent?
That we, who live on the physical plane, are supervised by those entities residing on the metaphysical plane?
That we and they both work for the implementation of our Lord's divine plan: the maintenance of harmony in life?
That the ideas which come to our mind are not our ideas but they are simply heaven's instructions to us, inspired by God, that we should obey?
That each thought, word, and deed of ours must aim at the universal good and not at our interest?
That whatever we think, say or do, doesn't go unnoticed but is recorded by heaven and follows our soul wherever it goes?
That the paramount command we ought to follow is to love one another?
That whoever loves his friend as loves himself, loves God and God loves him?
If you do not ignore these truths, my friend, then a blessed soul you would be here and in the hereafter!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 December 2021
* I would like to thank all my friends who support me with their comments.
With them, I share the honor of POTD
I also would like to thank the officials of PoetrySoup who thought my humble poem deserved the honor.
I am s p a c e …
… and I owe indeed my existence from God
The Author of my breadth, depth, and height ---
With the Lord’s abundance…
I am bestowed with worthy meanings:
earthly residence, glorious habitation, celestial abode ---
Along the Almighty’s omnipotence…
my value becomes costly with ascribed phrases as
green pasture, even land flowing with milk and honey ---
Around the Saviour’s omnipresence…
emptiness can never creep in, while He vanquishes void
filling me with His wondrous magnificence ---
Upon the declaration of the supreme Sovereign…
I am under perfect control, supervised by His wisdom
cognizant that He “sitteth upon the circle of the earth”* ---
Midst the Master’s tender mercy and gracious miracles…
I am optimized with functional maximization
while with faith**, utilizers of my offers, trust God in their stewardship ---
While in the Providence timetable…
my moments are significant, especially when urgency attacks
via the impact of every hour, day and year I demand ---
I thank and praise my MAKER for enabling my being and becoming occupied…
Yes, I am s p a c e
Devoid of the CREATOR, I am n o t h i n g***.
*Isaiah 40:22 It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in.
** Hebrews 11:3 Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.
***Job 26:7 He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
January 16, 2021
1st place, "Musings on Space" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/17/2021.
She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide
Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised
all I said to her was, " your beautiful" no less, no more,
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside
Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere
Oh she was beautiful in ways only nature could not misconstrue
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you "
July 15, 2021
Sponsor Name: Regina McIntosh
Contest Name: Touch My Heart
SCHAEFFER BEER BREWING COMPANY, INC. iconic advertising slogan being “ONE BEER TO HAVE WHEN YOU’RE HAVING MORE THAN ONE”
The Schaeffer Beer man being my Grandfather who worked for the company 25 years as a NIGHT FOREMAN
A mover and shaker in results
My Grandfather was outspoken and didn’t play with his words that moved productivity in the Old Williamsburg Section of Brooklyn, NY
Nestled right at the river near the Williamsburg Bridge
My Grandfather took me on a tour once, and I met the staff he supervised.
I guess my Grandfather wanted to show off his Grandson
Inspiration in me is what determination satisfies
My Grandfather got things done
I am only sorry he is no longer among
He was a man of perseverance
My Grandfather was short, but don’t let his size fool you
Just like David from the Bible, no Goliath too big nor small would Intimidate him
As my Grandfather was capable and confident
He would have never retired, but SCHAEFFER relocated from Williamsburg to Allentown, PA
My Grandfather is my Hero
He taught me Typing and had me practice 4 hours every day
He even told me business principals and preparing for college
My Grandfather also had me incorporate words from the Thesaurus
Inspiration has followed me from then to now in my adulthood
Thanks to my Grandfather
There are times his wisdom guides me in assurance in carrying me through situations that I face
I owe my Grandfather the honor in my trace
Journey on in Heaven Pop.