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Overgrown With Vines
Three meatless, boney, fingers clawed
at the hard dirt, glistened in the emptiness,
cursed the damnation of the full moons lie.
Death and the shallow grave had come quickly
a sharp metal edge the instrument of both.
The vines, the ever growing, ever reaching
strangling vines had come much slower,
clutching and grasping the remnants
of an unexamined death.
He had fought them, the vines,
struggled to raise a hand, to signal
the intruders of his silent hell.
Slowly he succumbed to his fate
gave up the ghost of justice delayed
relaxed into the dirt and stone
accepted the anonymity of a life
the ignominy of a death
overgrown with vines.
9/29/2016
submitted to – Overgrown With Vines – Poetry Contest
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Yesterday’s Wishes 6-25-24
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Yesterday’s Wishes
Yesterday’s wishes never grow stale,
Immortal dream walkers glint in platinum.
Fresh hope with wings, like moonbeams in a mason jar,
Nudges wrinkled wishing stars
To capture a prayer implored on the first star,
Slipping through starlight on a chivalrous quest
Determined to take destiny outside the ephemeral.
One fluttering penny never scarred by disbelief
Lives in moments of perpetual could.
A breath, ever new, kisses Heaven
On a still pond without wrinkles
With a heartbeat that shakes time and astronomy
By blasting beyond algorithms and black holes
Into the unexamined fantastical.
Ever youthful wishes charge past the iron will of probabilities
When heartbeats flutter outside of mortality.
Possible stomps on the impossible in resurrection
Grabbing Eden’s fragments, fancies of faith,
As yesterday’s wishes belong to eternity
And live in a forever dawn waiting to bloom.
I Will Be The Better
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To have left the world
Without making it a better
Place for ourselves and
Our animal friends,
What kind of a life was that?
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To have left the world
With family and friends
Remembering me as cynical,
Sarcastic, and pessimistic
What kind of life memories were those?
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To have left the world
Loving conditionally,
What kind of love was that?
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In my next life I will be the better
For letting our world's
Flora and Fauna
Instruct me in the
Ways of stewardship.
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In my next life I will be the better
For loving my family
And friends unconditionally.
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In my next life I will be the better
For listening to the children
With my heart and soul
And let them guide me
In the ways of innocence and wonder.
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And when I cross over,
I'll give a nod to Socrates
Who, once upon a time, said,
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
And I will be the better
For having examined mine.
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Now is the Aquarian Age and its predictable backlash
while America scares the hell into us.
Where culture wars of identity and recrimination
have become silos of information isolation.
Where critical thought and intellectualism
is targeted for finger pointing and 'woke' blaming.
They besmirch compassion under the rubric 'socialism'.
As though democratic socialism is, or has ever been, a bad thing?
Ask your Grandmother if she appreciates her pension?
Do you drive on roads and highways? Obey stop signs?
The inarticulate MAGA twenty first century pledge of allegiance
is fealty to a neo-fascism of religious and race intolerance.
That empowered imperial colonialism and historic xenophobia.
Superiority manifest by God determined righteousness.
Ancient Abrahamic systems that privileged the elite.
Requiring fealty of the conditioned masses
by willing submission, called faith.
Separation of religion and state is a constitutional bulwark.
That is by credence and convention historically obscured.
The prayer breakfast obligatory for success.
'In God we Trust' is stamped on every bag of donor funds
that lobby the integrity of statespersons and politicians.
This is the history of our humanity; this is what we face,
this is what we are up against, these are the powers manifest.
And now we are in a time of critical potential.
Where idealism confronts ignorance
administered by hate, and unexamined faith.
Where jingoism can be 'replaced' by compassionate humanism.
Liberating us from media forged manacles of corporate, state,
or religious indoctrination that still enforce their control.
We rise defiant throughout the world to the Age of Aquarius.
Articulate, and provocative.
Inspired by ideals of Global Unity,
and the 2.0 of humanity.
Rose petals crinkle between my fingers
Of the flowers the smallest man on Earth gifted
No person could seal the cracks in my heart's foundation
Well, until the day you glistened into my vision
Party back one August, seas of flesh enticed me
I did the waltz with a young man, springing with vitality
But the dark circles that guarded your eyes of hazel
Pulled me into your nation's tight borders
You were never afraid to welcome me
Arms swung open, the kingdom's gates
Wrapped with layers of deep crimson fabric
The grasp stole my breath quicker than anxiety did
You were convincing my father, quoting Socrates
Mouth flowing with a river of eloquence
Fingers brushed against my rose sequin dress
Wait, what's this warmness on my hand?
"The unexamined life is not worth living"
The words delivered cool like spearmint
Deep in my bosom, a feeling brewed
Heartbeats against my chest like stray bullets
Tato nodded his head, patting your head of dark curls
"Treat my daughter right, Stavros."
"Not my name. But I'll do it for her."
And with that, we hurried back into the room's center
Now, you're the gleaming rhinestones in my life
Beaming with wit and polished with a sugar-sweet kiss
I examine you under daylight's breath
Oh, my mirror, I can't believe you get to be mine
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Within sleepy sheep folds
of retributive divine justice
postponed til kingdom comes
and diva queens go
to hell where we sinfully belong
like all unfaithful *******
refusing to shuck and jive
custody of 20/20 eyes
and to disconnect bicameral ears,
Discovering within these quiet unexamined folds
remains an uncreative fundamental tension
between evangelical healing justice
and bad faith zealotry,
Between good news of God's universal EarthLove
and dark colonizing missionary zeal
to overpower alien health and happiness,
compassion and gratitude for global regenerate nature
spiritual nondualism.
Zealotry of StraightWhiteMale scriptural reconstructions
in Western roots fed by colonization memories
of overpowering violence.
Evangelical multicultural good news
roots are living watered
by creolizing necessities,
communal simplicity,
non-elite sufficiency
found in multiculturing non-violent domestic herstories,
communication circles ecofeminist
compassioned philosophies
of ecologically green resonant theology,
restorative win/win EarthJustice,
permacultural health-system therapies.
Zealotry is born of punishing bad faith
in colonizing memories.
Evangelism is born of healing good faith
in polycultural creolizing visions.
Zealotry is extrinsically LeftBrain dominant
and anti-Christlike.
Evangelism is intrinsically RightBrain prominent
and EarthCreation healing.
Which version of Christianity
do you find supported
by Republican StraightWhiteMale TrumpCards?
How might this compare unfavorably
to GreenDemocrat ecofeminist compassion therapy
if you are more of a Gospel Health-Crusading Evangelical?
There's something that lives inside me
I feel it cause it feeds on me
It feeds on all the softness
And leaves my rough edges to rub on me
I need an X-ray because I can feel it's big
It's like a cancer that consumes me
A darkness not from this world
Forged at a time I was lost
This unexamined pain can't be left unattended
Most days I babysit it and it drains me
I'm awake even in my sleep
Cause i need to keep an eye on it
Maybe that's why love is hard to keep
Cause it doesn't take root
How can it while the pain sits there
It's made a home where it shouldn't
And all the medications I keep taking ain't helping
Cause it goes straight to the pain
And leaves my body aching
And all this pain I'm left to project outward
The PO£T
Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend,
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown-
Ponder about its existence
Let not a single thing unexamined
Any stunning flower untouched
Any majestic bird unobserved
Any magnificent fish unnoticed
And tell me
Isn't life a miracle?
An unbelievable story?
An inconceivable design?
Yet
A mesmerizing reality?
Look how heaven and earth are put together:
A harmonious whole operating with such precision and
With a single purpose in mind- LIFE!
Tell me, could this great design be the outcome of chance?
Of a hazardous consequence?
Or
The work of blind forces?
Look closer my friend, once again,
Pay attention to the details of this incredible miracle of life
Look how things are so wisely operating
Observe the relationship between a flower and a bee
How they are interrelated,
Interconnected and
Interdependent
Marvel how, although they both are so transient,
They maintain eternity
Note the way they obey the cosmic laws
Thus
Enacting the choreography of life and death that divinity has conceived
And by doing so they become divine themselves and their art holy
Let us, my friend,
Be inspired by them and let us create our own
Harmonious coexistence
Our own choreography, inspired by God,
For
To incarnate His will in reality
So as to glorify His creation
And us to live in peace as He meant us to live!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2019
* This is my 2400th poem.
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When dappled shadows flit through darkened backstreets,
and whispers rendezvous with one another,
the usual bright spirits take a backseat.
They nurture remnants of rebounds which smother.
When cadence of sweet trilling of dawn chorus
unwelcome thief: give dream a few more seconds.
Deceit of sun when rays are merely porous,
its loving embrace reaches out and beckons.
Fomenting trouble ‘gainst my better judgement;
tormented by unbidden thoughts of moments.
The unexamined life is not worth living –
fulfilment’s in the act of freely giving.
Inspiration that’s echoed in poetry,
I dance with shadows in this vibrant city.
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So now there falls the longest dark,
The hours of stars and cold
That in their icy silence reign
Above a world full dropped to rest..
The winds carry off another year
As the newborn next comes stealing in.
We turn within to find ourselves,
To dream of what may come to birth
Out of the death of what has been.
The fire cracks upon its grate;
Ashes sigh and settle.
Tomorrow's shadow stands await
Against the door
As all things turn upon the fulcrum of the night.
What wisdoms we are granted
Stir deep within the deeper quiet.
May they rise in us with the rising light
That draws along the dawn.
The old year sinks into its Forever sleep;
But let us bring its lessons to the new,
For the life unexamined is a fallow field
Untouched by hand or heart.
A new year beckons,
World turning back to face the sun.
Let it find us fresh with hope,
As does a bridegroom find
His smiling, waiting love.