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In the gloom, I awoke as an oak tree.
So relieving to have been left alone.
Moonlight purifies broken canopies,
Highlighting every feeling that I’ve grown.
It saves time being good without trying,
And they rely on me, crying they seek,
My deep-rooted bones, safely supplying,
Boughs they can rely on when they feel weak.
I know where I begin and end out here.
Helps me find balance when strong winds arrive.
The older I get, seems less I hold dear,
Mind me for missing in all of your lives.
If you find it hard to sleep sound tonight,
Pretend that it’s me out in the moonlight.
May 29, 2023 Sonnet Poetry Contest sponsored by Sotto Poet
Change comes sometime late August,
a mellow presence to the day;
a gentle sun, supplying friendship,
joins me walking in the lane.
Between defiant borders, autumn's late bloomers--
proud yellow, maroon, and red--
Queen Anne's lace adds frilly softness against weed hardness,
a smiling feminine face.
The gardens yield their richness,
spilling ripe bounty from over laden arms.
Peaceful is the attitude autumn offers;
a tender sadness shapes the edge
where silent stone markers gently gather
beneath trees' reverent, flame-haloed heads.
The year is slowly dying . . .
not fast gone like these quietly remembered,
my beloved dead.
Copyright, September 10, 2014
Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the
ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is
all important in preparing good food…..
and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an interest in
favorable results. My thoughts wander as I chop
fresh basil for the dressing, fresh rosemary for the meat.
The local supermarket has come a long way in supplying
every need. As I work I wonder,
“What must it be like - to be famous?”
If I had been a celebrity would I have married Elvis?
Maybe I might have saved him from himself.
Pricilla didn't. Mmmmmmm the rosemary is aromatic while
the lamb is cooking.
How would I handle fame?
It is a closed door to me. I think of all the dead stars I have loved.
I feel the grief. Such tragedy weighs heavily - amid
red onions and baby arugula .
I wish I could have known any of them without
the chance of losing my enchantment
from personal familiarity - or their shortcomings. I search the refrigerator.
Wine for the cook! Sip…….then a blaze of insights
as I pile the greens onto an serving platter.
What does fame do to a person's mind?
Some say it brings arrogance. Maybe the difference depends on
how that someone handles power, money, or vanity.
Or how much sway any of it has over them. Mostly, it
must depend on the handling of disillusionment. Perhaps if
Princess Di had stayed at home with her boys, she may have avoided a fatal accident-but that's a value judgement and maybe Marilyn
might have been more careful of whom she committed
adultery with -yet another value judgement.
Hot lamb sliced and spooned over the greens.
And with that my thoughts turn to Joe Dimaggio and his motives
with the roses. Did he send them out of love and loss
for her -or for what publicity it might have
bought. So back to Elvis-
If you are adored by millions- world-wide- how must it
feel to be rejected by the someone you wanted the most?
Deep thoughts to be having - over a warm lamb salad.
Greetings. We received your toxic tax documents today; proceeded to immerse them in the de-cootie wash for precisely 30 minutes; then showered them with Gamma Ray’s, which is not what you think it is, but rather a high powered barbecue sauce (made by some Texan’s grandma) that’s strong enough to knock those little booger viruses out clean cold. The only problem is, by the time we detoxified your tax documents, no print was left and the paper had the consistency of TP. So, you guessed it, seein’ as how TP is more or less the top selling commodity worldwide as such, I put it up for sale on eBay and made enough money where I can retire and never do taxes again. So, I want to thank you for supplying the seed that germinated my newfound wealth, and I’m happy to inform you that you’ll be receiving an autographed copy of my soon to be published book, which I thoughtfully titled “CORNFED-19 Pandamick—Making Lemonade From Lemons” by T. P. Roller (which happens to be my sudo-numb). Have a nice evening!
opportunity
most zany woodpecker knocks—
heh-heh-heh-hehhhh-heh
5/2/2020
This is a zany, flight of fancy, inspired by my secular profession after 4 weeks of lockdown! The resulting haiku is inspired by Woody Woodpecker—created by Walter Lantz and Ben Hardaway—a cartoon that appeared in theatrical short films produced by the Walter Lantz Studio and distributed by Universal Studios. Woody Woodpecker first appeared in the short film "Knock, Knock" (November 25, 1940). Woody Woodpecker's unforegettable signature laugh begins with "heh-heh-heh-hehhhh-heh," which works well with my haiku since it has 5 syllables! (Woody Woodpecker | Wikipedia) TMI? Oh, my!
The social media generation that lives in cyber space,
so needy for notifications so they don't feel misplaced,
make up a world of brave faces sitting behind screens,
seeking self validation so that their face gleams.
Social interactions fall victim to distractions,
as when that phone beeps it gets a reaction.
Immediately they read and they write a reply,
that phone always held up in front of the eyes.
That goodness gracious Facebook status,
telling the world what you ate for breakfast,
and two hours later it's got fifty thumbs,
but you don't know forty as they're not your chums.
The friends that you met just one time in a club,
they really don't know you but like all you put up,
and the many selfies that turn out unsightly,
before the one you post thinking, "I hope they like me".
This like for like game played by the lame,
these people don't know you you are just a name,
when they see you in public you don't look the same,
'cus you photoshop pictures and don't look how you claim.
This false is a force supplying mental litter,
it fills up their world with rainbows and glitter,
but when I look at Facebook, Instagram and Twitter,
I think to myself there really is nothing sh**ter.
Town-horses
In my youth, horse transport -a one-man job
was still available for shorter journeys, a vanishing business; when the last horse-drawn carriage firm gave up, there was a picture in the newspaper of a man and a horse.
I often wondered what happened to the dear old horses spending a long time outside shops waiting for their flat-beds to be fully loaded
Looking at them was a study of longanimity, but
I don't think horses have a sense of time, just hunger or thirst as day eased towards evening
Since no farmers wanted the elderly horses, they
had tractors imported from America.
My mother said horses were slaughtered in hidden abattoirs since no one cared to admit they were eating horse flesh, made into salami and dog food.
At the local history museum, there are pictures of
the horses that helped transport building materials, making the town into a city, supplying
the housewives with manure for the roses.
I wonder,
If ever the fruit thanks the tree
For helping it grow and becoming
ripe.
I wonder.
If the tree ever thanks its roots
For keeping it standing and for the nourishment
They provide.
I wonder,
If ever the roots thank the ground
For supplying a firm base to plant themselves
In search of food.
I wonder,
If ever the ground thanks the microorganisms and minerals,
For enriching its soil to become
Alive.
If no-one
Never express gratitude to each other
Then
A great injustice is committed,
UNLESS...
All of the above is one,
And as such, all work in unison for a single purpose:
To serve the divine will maintain life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 September 2018
In diminishing sunshine
I sit back in long grass.
Silent and vigilant
soon my quarry will pass.
My eyes face the forest,
fixed firm on grass verge.
Observing as shadows,
and all the trees merge.
As darkness succeeds,
before the moons somber rise.
Woeful whistling of wings,
betray a duck as it flies.
Far below from the creek,
a lone frog starts it’s croak.
Soon followed by others,
as if sharing a joke.
First my skin feels the breeze,
as the cabbage trees flap.
Dry leaves knock together,
supplying a crowd clap.
My pulse sharply quickens,
to the faint snap of a twig.
A startled bird chatters,
my prey must be big.
As the moonlight arrives,
I strain my eye and my ear.
Looking and listening,
for my quarry of deer.
I’m breathing so deeply
Did that gorse bush just move?
My hearts beating fiercely
Perhaps the sound of some hooves?
Suddenly, a noble old stag,
Emerges, into full sight.
Emits his rut enraged roar,
My neck hairs stand up in fright.
Looking quickly through lens,
aiming to be silent and quick.
This proud beast will soon vanish,
at the first sound of a click.
His antlers are heavy,
they’ve had plenty of wear.
One shot with the camera,
and he’s no longer there.
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
July 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 23-26
Key Verse – Jeremiah 23:6 In his days Judah shall be saved, and Israel shall dwell safely: and this is his name whereby he shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RIGHTEOUSNESS’ SECURITY
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who feeds me with Your fruitfulness
Thank You for raising me up by Your holiness
While You uphold my soul through Your salvation-steadfastness
That allows me to enjoy Your eternal life’s fullness.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who counsels me with Your assurance
Thank You for teaching me Your Word against deceitful ignorance
While You fill my heart with Your truth of Scriptures’ endurance
That secures me around Your perfect will’s insurance.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who frees me from sin’s captivity
Thank You for guarding against being rebelliously naughty
While You sanctify my heart from guilt of iniquity
That consumes me and my personality.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who brings me to Your safe habitation
Thank You for supplying me with Your ready provision
While You direct my steps toward Your direction
That accompanies me for victorious transformation.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who rescues me from compromises' controversy
Thank You for instilling to me Your principles to combat fallacy
While You establish my virtues upon godliness’ persistency
That settles me along testimony that is braced by Your mercy.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who commands me to radiate Your light
Thank You for showing me Your will wherein I can truly delight
While You strengthen my faith by Your precepts for service-might
That drives me to reach-out with compassion against selfishness-blight.
Lord God, You are my righteousness’ Security
Who grants me Your sure victory
Thank You for blessing me for Your honour and glory
While You favour my devotion with my proclamation of Your love story
That shields me from discontentment and covetousness’ misery.
July 26, 2023