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Standing for them, myself I see
Oblivious of that, for me they all agree
To myself, why sweat for them?
No consanguinity gives room for mayhem
Unabashed, I am, egocentric,
undaunted, I am eccentric,
Audacious, I am covetous,
In my trade, I have to be callous
In their dying need, I stand apathetic
oblivious of that, they think am sympathetic,
while squabbling over the meagre food,
oh!! how I bathe in my lassitude.
Transcend not in this hit and go
I may as well be Othello
In my trade, am void of magnanimity,
In dialogue am in destitute of veracity
Few can call me altruistic
and deep inside, I know am not patriotic
My conscience has travelled
That's why in my trade, am unrivaled.
© Temajung Michael T.
Your words illumine flecks of gold
like letters from an ancient rune,
not something grown, nor bought, nor sold,
but magical, like stars and moon
Watched carefully, with minds aware
that we enjoy the self-same view
of bursting star-winks, here and there:
"that's ME, My Love, and THERE—that's YOU!"
I laud the sky and hope you hear
from down the lane, though worlds apart,
the thoughts I voice to hold you near,
if not in sight, within my heart.
If this implored request is heard
and heaven honors wishes sent,
then every letter, every word
and every rhyme or heartbeat spent,
will raise your patient star to shine.
Unrivaled beams in fullest glow,
enchanting other lives like mine
with such a spark that all will know.
The warmth of you, a simple soul,
immersed within complexity;
for those like you become the goal
of love-lorn poets just like me.
FAITH MY ARMOR IS
My armor
I wore from head to
Toe,
My impenetrable armor
That
No double-edged sword
Or
The sharpest of arrows could ever
Penetrate,
So powerful my armor is,
Unrivaled in its
Resistance!
It is as strong and
Hard
As stainless steel is,
Even
Stronger and harder than
Titanium,
With that on to all battles willingly
I march
For fear in me is absent
That’s how tough my
Armor is,
This armor that is
My FAITH!
Double armed I feel
When faith, in my heart resides,
Faith in God and into HIS Holiness,
In HIS love for us which is
Everlasting,
No matter the color of our skin,
Our sex or our religion,
He, unconditionally, loves all of us
For
We are HIS children
Faith renders us
Invincible
No matter what enemy have we
To face
BUT
If ever doubt enters in our hearts
The armor will be eroded,
Exposing thus our faithful
Hearts
To the myriad of dangers,
For
That our faith forever we must keep
And live in God’s
EMBRACE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 February 2013
He was once a well-built youth wielding young power
That waned little by little with every advancing hour,
Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast,
Very stout and with less manly things contented least.
Sweet adorable girls cooed coyly under his juvenile charm
And the irresistible lover would brandish his wicked smarm
That got the whole village sick with his rare masculine clout,
His unequaled skill and unrivaled sway were never in doubt.
But now grey hair and a curved back and neck are all that’s left
Of our once-upon-a-time macho man unforgiving and so deft.
I saw him childishly chew on his pink lollipop down the road
Grinning and halting rather often to pick some rusty metallic rod.
Agga Aggrey was a male of superior standing in his day
But he forgot that both strength and youth soon decay…
The dull and bare farmland
speaks with sad murmurs,
seeming laments of lost harmony;
the naked trees' branches are cathedral's spears
vertically pointed to a Heaven
that's not complacent but echoes
with an air of startling silence...
suggesting that God is absent and rests
in the realm of timeless eternity,
while Nature below is as helpless
and contemptuous as an unhappy human!
The peach-faced wanderer carries his enormous grief
as a weight, have his wrinkles widened and his steps
diminished in the agility of movement during Fall?
He loves Naturel and the spectacle of the changing leaves
as he paints the idyllic landscapes on small canvas;
only then he finds tranquility, purpose, and relief
observing sailing boats by a steep cliff,
watching foaming waves break and roll!
Shy violets show their adorable purple petals
dripping with dew, they wish it would rain
to keep them moist attracting butterflies and bees;
will they die from the drought and begone soon?
Amid the sadness, there's also a joyful song about wine,
it's not the usual robin warbling from a branch for pride...
hear the robust voice of that farmer returning home hungry and tired,
carrying a bucket of red grapes with a sweetness that is unrivaled!
Doesn't the late evening evoke sadness,
that feeling that many seem to express...
when all quietens down and every bell chimes
to set heavenly music to a poem that rhymes?
I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach.
This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.
This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace,
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format)
*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
Youth,
Zeus’ thunderbolt of vitality, you are,
The volcanic eruption of vigor,
The very incarnation of liveliness,
Your passion unrivaled
Your spirit indubitable
Your enthusiasm insurmountable
On the horseback of your dreams you
Are galloping
Unafraid
Uncompromising
Unstoppable, to the ends
Of the world,
Overcoming every fear
Demolishing every boundary
Obliterating every division
And
Running always ahead-FREE- with a speed determined by
Your eagerness to
Do all
To see all
To know all
To conquer all
BUT
You are not realizing that you, inadvertently, are
Heading towards what you do not wish for,
Something you so greatly despise,
That your heart abhors and
Your spirit dreads: OLD AGE
However
Do not… despair my young friends
For
The privilege of getting old, is something
NOT bestowed on everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 FEBRUARY 2014
Serenading voices of snow geese thrum in the morning sky
Unrivaled is the clangor of their echoed gabbles in October
Songs of Fall ride on the wind as russet leaves begin to fly
Unrobed are trees; stripped bare, looking bereft and sober
Ripened are amethyst crops of corn and grains in the field
Rivaled by a soft golden glow of the gibbous harvest moon
Undeniably beautiful, when in October its glow is revealed
Seduced by its romantic luminance, lovers kiss and swoon
On All Hallow's Eve, I see scary costumed trick-or-treaters
Feasting on candy given by generous household greeters
Ode to October, there's a chill aloft, whispering in the air
Conspiring with Mother Nature in such a glorious season
This pleasant month arrives with a stir of festive fanfare
Offering a kaleidoscope of colors, and with good reason ~
Brushes in artists hands paint landscapes of Autumn days
Eagerly, I welcome those dazzling hues that seem to blaze
Rife with splendid riches, I chant October's songs of praise
~ October 2, 2020 ~
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23-Seasonal Acrostic Contest
~ Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh ~
Before the blast in April's darkened sky. . .
before the electrifying surge of insurgency -
when trucks and tanks were used to block the roads, and
when men and even boys were sought to aid in one malicious purpose. . .
before the rampant slaughter -
the raining of machetes down on flesh and bones
and the cornucopia of corpses left like butchered carcasses
on highways, nearby houses and in churches. . .
before the plundering, the rapes and mutilations
and the exodus of thousands to death-infested camps,
there were whisperings -
insidious and portentous to the ears of the wisely suspicious -
and a voice on the airwaves spewing hate.
Before it all,
there was a brewing of resentment
of a people with a history of poverty and
of transitory freedom and capricious politics.
And through it all, with such grave consternation,
governments debated. . . waited. . . . . . . and waited,
playing with semantics
while thousands dead became the hundred thousand,
and three long months - unrivaled for its number of atrocities -
came to its completion.
Seemingly, peace has been restored
and punishment stingily doled out.
Time moves on . . .
except for half a million
for whom compassion by the world
was spared.