Long Unfrozen Poems
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Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
Hold your fingers around my soul
as we tightly embrace our love
held as an eternal truth
where death has no meaning
and neither does time
for love's bond is stronger
and will last beyond the measurable
though we are suspended through eternity
it does not hold us
we are the holders of love's existence
the guardians that grace the faceless emotion
that we give a face
as we hold firmly onto each heartbeat's cadence
even as our flesh dries
and our belted arms grow tighter
merging us together in perpetuity
sealed and impenetrable
held in an armored manifestation
of love portrayed as permeant lovers
encased enduringly, frozen in time
never to be unfrozen
Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frostbite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
SPRING
Spring,
Unfrozen dream of a bitter
Cold night
Sprung at the heart of
Despair,
Daughter of winter,
Mother of summer,
Herald of hope!
Your beauty unsurpassed
Your youth incomparable,
Your vigor, unimaginable becomes,
Under
The caresses of the caring
Sun.
Spring,
How much I yearn into
Your arms for ever to
Be,
To hear the melody of:
The joyous birds
The murmuring brooks
The playful leaves,
Trumpeting your glorious
Rebirth,
Incarnated by the spouts of
The devoted seeds,
Servants of immortality.
Oh spring,
Let me drink from the dew
Of your youth,
Thus
Young myself to become
Again!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 APRIL 2013
Oh winter oh winter
I am the blood red timber
mobile in the ancient freeze
balanced amid the brutal breeze,
upon my face your artic breath stings
yet my unfrozen faith unfurls and sings,
fingertips and knuckles known to numb
though thy stride be nimble and plumb,
the soft low slate skies
thick around the limbs and eyes
prophecy a thermal urgency
drawn from spun soul agency,
within leafless trees and patina omens
unhidden nests of sunken seasons
reflect a million years of farmsteads
city streets, withered wings and silent snowbeds,
in the clarity of your shocking sunshine
I celebrate Christ along spires of pine
and as the devils mock my feet
I pounce through the heavy sleet
knowing my heart will heat the ice,
oh winter oh winter, I am a fire fierce -
J.A.B.
It wells up inside me,
but words will not come
I reach for them desperate,
the mood zero sum
My insides are shaking,
all peace is recalled
The rumblings foreboding,
complacency falls
My mind is locked down,
my speech has gone mute
Like a great locomotive,
the first word breaking through
The dozens that follow
keep me pinned to my chair
As voices I know
start consuming the air
My brain is on fire,
my will starts to melt
Time sacrificial,
what’s heard and then felt
My pen has unfrozen,
in timeless delight
Directing this journey
—from darkness to light
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Invincible craving for the relish from home,
Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires.
Mother’s medicines rejuvenate,
Food, Bring them from Africa.
Especially from Mami’s kitchen,
Where the aroma helps develops patience,
The taste of unblemished earthenware,
Unsoiled by the greed of GMO
Unfrozen fresh, unpolluted with preservatives.
Bring me Egusi, laden with numerous healthy proteins,
Amala enflamed with circling of igbako,
Ewedu must never be ignored, where gbegiri sets the suiting taste
Where is Iyan which I savour with fish,
Ikokore that suiting tase that ask for more.
Efo riro , the delicious taste that brings all to the table,
Fed by nature with organic uniqueness
Meal onioned and appetite salivating,
Take me to Africa, where meals are freshly cooked
Away from these Tins and cans
Where Fish is fish indeed,
Vegetables are grown with nature’s lushness.
I starve in far off climes,
Away from Nature’s table
Supported by Poison from laboratories
Silently ebbing out by supplement, weakening the immunity.
Pharmacist turning healthy bodies to experiments,
With concoctions of fabricated medicines.
Vaccines and jab as alternatives,
First Jab, Second Jab leading all to their graves.
Far away from natures herbs
Take me to Africa,
Where tables are set to heal the frame
The careful selection of True Mothers.
Come to the Banquet of untainted Nature.
Refreshing soft breezes blow – unfrozen little streams flow.
Carols sung open air; temperature’s not very hard to bear.
Midnight: the church bell rings, oh! The Christmas Mass begins.
Happy family visiting at noon – dressed anew: in blue, gold, red or maroon.
Christmas cakes baking in the oven – little birds echo carols in the garden.
Getting ready since Advent – with pretty decorations, heaven sent.
Busy streets with endless bustle – bags filled with Christmas shopping that rustle.
Love, joy and peace cultivated: as anger, fear and grudges vanish, irritated.
For more than a month, talking one topic – this is what’s Christmas, in the tropics.