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1.
WHAT?
Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool of
Unintelligible madness, and let calamitous folly,
Anchor its obscure ships of destruction in our
Harmonious hearts?
Or
Are we going to follow the discerning star of
Glowing reason and allow lustrous wisdom
Institute its simmering dominion in our
Tormented minds?
2.
Are we going to constantly give fortified shelter to
Detrimental fears and permit fatal pessimism
Establish its depressing presence,
In our serene lives?
Or
Are we going to evict, detrimental dread, from our
Excruciating consciousness and relinquish vivifying
Optimism to enact its invigorating message,
All over our agonizing planet?
3.
Are we going to stand, apathetically still in front of
Virtue’s constant devastation and grant mean vice,
Permission to grow its abominable fruit of injustice
In our loving society?
Or
Are we going to become vigorously implicated in
Rectitude’s resurrection by putting up a gallant fight for
The condemnation of dreary crime,
In our fearful world?
4.
Are we going to let fading belief steadily degenerate our
Blazing ethics and permit sinister infamy, build its
Damnable empire of anarchy, in our
Mystic souls?
Or
Are we going to work, with ever-expanding zeal to
Revive glittering morality by sanctioning compassion and
Regenerating empathy and bringing harmony in
Our damned society?
5.
Are we going to sacrifice illustrious truth on the
Wicked altar of self-interest and endure venomous lie
Undisturbed to flourish in the midst of our
Community?
Or
Are we going to courageously strive against the
Catastrophic falsehood by allowing rapturous
Veracity thrive and blossom within
Ourselves?
6.
Are we going to remain helpless prey of
Mischievous hatred and grand carnivorous war the
Permit to destroy and devour life on
Eternal earth?
Or
Are we going to transform ourselves to
Charitable giants and give birth to everlasting peace and
To ever-enduring love for every fellow
Living being?
7.
If your choice is not the former but the latter, my
Loving friend,
Then
Do not just whisper but ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2020
A capricious old wizard, with fastidious old cat
In an idyllic cottage, wears a manta and hat
Gulps an insidious potion, of chrysalises crushed
With dragon jam, root pulp, and magical dust
A rhapsodic litany, of unintelligible, verse
In evanescent malaise, conjures his curse
(mumbling curse)
suoicirpac suoiditsaf cillydi atnam suoidisni
sesilasyrhc cidospahr ynatil tnecsenave esialam
namsilat serihppas teclud yticilef tnaidar
regnibrah arohtelp citamsirahc ytiminauqe nale
Waves a talisman of sapphires, afixed to his staff
Emits dulcet humming, suddenly he laughs
Starts spinning midair, in felicity
In a radiant flash, a harbinger is seen
A chimera where fire breathing dragons are lore
And a plethora, of broom riding witches no more
The charismatic old soothsayer floats to his feet
In exhausted equanimity drifts off to sleep
The elan harbinger visits his dream
Reassuring the old man of all he had seen
words are spelled backwards in the chant. "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
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Silence in your voice
After the episode of wistful romance
You called to say sorry but you just gasped
And all I heard was unfamiliar parlance.
On the periphery of unintelligible noise
You spoke eloquently of a beautiful evening
As it lingered through our candle-light dinner,
Looking for a dialogue of romantic endeavor
When you alluded to virtues ardent love cares
And once again I let you seduce my desires.
Then you heard the call of an unknown rival,
Embraced with me but embroiled in her dream
Sunken in anguish of sudden sweat and fear.
In your tidings I heard more than you spoke
As tone of your voice made obscure sound
You heard my question but didn't respond.
I got my answer when you wheezed for air
Though you didn't say it, I heard your sigh
Silence in your voice was loud and clear.
December 20, 2017
Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.
Not feeling well out of vertigo’s affliction, I requested our special son to pray for me: “Please ask God to heal my headache.” After gesturing with his branded “praying hands” amidst unintelligible supplication, he affectionately hugged me, then gently kissed my forehead. Confidently, in sign language, he thanked the Lord, then clapped with earnest glee … affirming that I would be alright. Grateful to the Saviour, my heart leaped with bliss for this child in our orphanage, who at 9 months old was declared “to progress toward retrogression” due to infantile spasm epilepsy, global developmental delay, and cerebral palsy. Now, he is 12 years old and triumphing with milestones along unconditional love, while constantly being prayed for and lavished with kisses whenever he is sick.
faith* in the Lord shown
mimicked by child with delight~~~
beatitudes at work
*Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
November 29, 2021
2nd place, "Haibun- With A Message" Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 12/17/2021.
EXCERPTS FROM A JOURNEY IN COVID-19
This must have been one place
Where global Covid-19 stopped
A camp, perhaps.
All morning, all night
Hearing thrssh thrssh
Sounds of shaking baskets
Ears to earth under dreams
Rotating nebulae
And a rain clouds
Over the valley of perfect wisdom
More a highway
Over a ground with seed and hands.
Old women, young girls
Babies crying and a few men
Living with pure air
On the same line riding into mountais.
Their sleeps being like a Wheel
Up the Hill, down the scarp
And the unintelligible pandemic
Inside the ground.
They got up.
Yearning for Eyes
And a Heart in center
As a flame without smoke
Flashiging the light with desire
Through a bush over the stream.
Expecting to see what?
We all laughing at first, too.
How very much I do despise,
The tyranny of fear and lies!
That’s thrown at each others throats.
Like rabid, heartless billy-goats!
A stench-filled world, where morality
no longer exists.
The only things honored are thugs
and fists.
Where you are censored, if you do not
follow the crowd.
With their hooves they will stomp you,
If you dare sing your own song
Where Jackbutts on TV, bray everyday.
Filling our hearts with hopeless, idiotic dismay.
Threats against all freedoms are du jour.
As mindless billy goats do cheer and concur.
Idiotic mandates are freedom's foe.
From a mindless loon in the White House, an
unintelligible schmoe, named Joe!!
9/18/2021
My heart is closed again,
Croaking with but a beat to stay alive.
It is angry, cramped.
It is remorseful,
Now scared of the possibilities,
Of false ties and
Infarct seeping once reflected.
It is drunken,
Longing to say soaking,
To inflate and explode in waves,
Clawing at it’s enclosure.
It is confused,
What are these ties?
The string woven over each other,
Wrapping and complex and unintelligible.
Elder fingers could not have the insight
Into a tale as known as this one.
My heart wants to know who you are,
But it aches still,
As my brain absorbs our string,
And it spits out Morning Glory.
hey dad,
it’s been a while. thirteen years and six months if we’re being precise.
i write your title a lot nowadays
‘dad’
but you dont know me
i’ll introduce
my name is emry grace henderson
im fourteen, with blonde hair and green eyes (which everyone seems keen on commenting about- i think the gold flecks are from your amber ones)
i love music
love the sound of strings vibrating on a flat surface, haunting melodies
(or in our case, Irish folk songs- though i suppose you wouldnt know that?)
I’ve missed you- though i suppose thats also a bit of an understatement
im not sure i understand you
understand why
no matter how hard my grandmother explains
on a sunday evening
although ive heard we are pathologically similar
(i wouldnt know)
how are you?
what are you like?
ive a vague outline of you
faded and blurry, yet as vibrant as autumn in virginia
(i never did tell you about that trip did i?)
it’s good to get this out- im not sure i could speak it aloud- ive a way of fumbling the words until their unintelligible,
only understood by the leaves that shake in the wind, by the hummingbirds in the skies, by the black bose i wear as a grounding element
somedays i wonder if this was ever meant for me
do you feel like this?
(from what ive heard you collapsed under the weight- i hope not to)
they say we’re similar
though bitterness kept me from acknowledging this truth
i hope you’ll meet me someday
when the voices are less present- and you are free from the weight of this world- because i’d love to finally meet you.
Finally relaxing
on my high-rise roof
I notice you across the street on
your balcony seemingly aloof
listening to vintage Carly Simon,
"That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard it Should Be"
You stare my way and energetically waive
I hesitate, smile and then return the gesture
As if on cue you stand and press against the railing
Still smiling as my heart beats faster
"What's your name?" you playfully cry out
"Who wants to know?" is my surprising reply
Who really am I?
Sudden flashbacks hijack my thinking
Song lyrics dredging up buried memories…
Why is this happening? Why am I sinking?
Triggered
I hear your beseeching, unintelligible shouts as I retreat
Painful memories open like an oubliette under my feet—
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Lost and languishing in isolation's labyrinth