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Quote: And the tree said to the wind: “Leaf me alone!” -- unknown
I am the invisible wind, always present but never seen
I'm not just a void; I can be gentle, whispering songs through leaves
I carry the sorrows of parted lovers across great distances
But I'm not always gentle. raising tornadoes, leaving destruction in my wake
In fields of gold, I move gracefully, causing waves of wheat to dance
The fragrance of flowers is mine to carry, intoxicating all in my path
I roar through mountains and valleys, uprooting trees and tearing off rooftops
Often, I bring thunder and rain, casting a shadow of misery over the land
In cities, I'm naughty, playing with umbrellas and lifting skirts with my gusts
You have tamed and forcefully dragged the horse
Through the path to the stream
It drank from the stream of black-blood
Then, after, its like just seemed like a fly at its sight.
An engine room lethal the future
Indiscriminately uprooting the young ones
heartlessly cutting down the old trees
because of religion, politics, and resource control
all are of selfish motives
You recruit my youth
To commit suicidal act
You cajole and promise heaven
a subject of doom you are
You promote humanity against humanity
You maim and cut lives short
You divide our earth
You create war and the
Child, father, mother, aunt, uncle; wary
You kill in hundreds
If not thousands
Oh! terrorism
You are a curse on our world.
note: dedicated to the #bringbackourgirls 200+ abducted girls in Borno, Chibuk, Nigeria
This is a call to arms, not with guns, but with pens
In the battleground of classrooms, where history pretends
Textbooks are prisons, locking away truths untold
Lessons are handcuffs, keeping minds on hold
We're force-fed a diet of colonial lies
Digesting distortions, our heritage dies
But today we rise, we're breaking these chains
Dismantling doctrines, rewiring our brains
Cultural colonization, a virus in our veins
Infecting our thinking, causing knowledge pains
But we're the antidote, we're the cure
Our stories are medicine, potent and pure
In this garden of learning, we're planting new seeds
Cultivating perspectives, uprooting the weeds
A decolonized curriculum? That's our harvest goal
Rich with diversity, feeding the soul
Let the silence be shattered, let voices erupt
Like volcanoes of truth, no longer corrupt
We're weaving a tapestry, threads intertwined
Colours of cultures, no longer confined
Education's a river, not a stagnant pool
Flowing with stories, no longer a tool
Of oppression and erasure, of whitewashed deceit
We're flooding the banks, sweeping bias off its feet
Cultural colonization? We're building a dam
Against its currents, we take our stand
In every classroom, let's light a fire
Of curiosity, let knowledge burn higher
We're scribes of our stories, authors anew
Rewriting the narrative, long overdue
So come all you students, teachers, hear our decree
Education's not shackles, it's the key to be free
Slam this message home, let it resound
In halls of learning, let truth be found
For when we unshackle minds, we'll truly see
A world where each culture stands proud and free
Wrathful nature roars
Death harvests innocent souls
Zeus' thunderbolt strikes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 July 2019
* Seven people were killed and more than one 100 were injured after 130 km/h gale-force winds, rain and hailstorm struck northern Greece late on Wednesday, uprooting trees, lifting cars and collapsing roofs. The extreme phenomenon lasted just over twenty minutes. The previous day the temperature was in the upper thirties Celsius! Similar phenomena took place in Italy and Spain among other countries.
** IT IS INTERESTING FOR SOMEONE TO READ MY POEM : HEINOUS CRIMES "
WHICH I WROTE A FEW DAYS ?G?!
À propos preponderent passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...
While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand nineteen,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring scrivener
only now I became keen,
which theoretical, rhetorical,
philosophical... predicament
may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but merely thought provoking
puzzlement addresses following quandary
stuck within gray matter of pate
impossible mission to differentiate
jagged fine line between
passion and obsession
case in point strong
affinity to write of late,
cuz yours truly susceptible
toward compulsion that doth not abate,
and mind boggling to wed healthy
love of language analogous as mate
nsync with psychological trait,
viz excessive compulsion
diagnosed years gone
by courtesy professional
mental health specialists, did annotate,
and I admit behavior impossible to satiate,
thus generating aforementioned query
how does one (me) segregate
productive interest versus excessive,
née fanatical all consuming - I narrate
oft times burning midnight oil
(albeit figurative alluded
to mister Arson Wells) witness
as logophile doth painstakingly toil
bajillion cerebral threads to uncoil,
whereby utilizing figurative tweezers
uprooting, untangling rhyme I embroil
(even using Scooby Doo conditioner)
metaphorically beneath mine royal
hirsute (Scottish) matted topsoil
ultimately bringing in top gun
uncannily resembling gargoyle
shape shifting between pop eye
at lightspeed as if
greased with olive oyl
so watch out Bluto,
get ready for turmoil!
Pain makes me want to write
Emotions so deep
Hurt so server
Why doesn't anyone care.
Can you hear me
I am in pain
Why did you
Have to go and let it rain.
I am about to go insane
Spare me the cane
Feeling so blue
Mind confused.
Heart so shattered
Thoughts multiplying
Jesus I hate crying
Pain opsurb.
Hate increasing
Fear uprooting
Satan's cheering
Jesus am calling.
Is anyone listening
The storm is coming
The winds are raging
The waves are rising.
Jesus am begging
Why am I crying
I am in need of saving'.
Jesus are you hearing.
Why aren't you healing
I can do with fixing
I need uplifting.
No more crying
My soul is dying.
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.
À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...
While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became keen,
which unflagging vexillological,
theoretical, rhetorical, philosophical...
narratological, linguistical, judgmatical
historical, fantastical, didactical,
and bibliographical predicament
may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but merely thought provoking
puzzlement addresses following quandary
stuck within gray matter of pate
impossible mission to differentiate
jagged fine line between
passion and obsession
case in point strong
affinity to write of late,
cuz yours truly susceptible
toward compulsion that doth not abate,
and mind boggling to wed healthy
love of language analogous as mate
nsync with psychological trait,
viz excessive compulsion
diagnosed years gone
by courtesy professional
mental health specialists, did annotate,
and I admit behavior impossible to satiate,
thus generating aforementioned query
how does one (me) segregate
productive interest versus excessive,
née fanatical all consuming -
affinity towards English language
I loopily, quirkily verily narrate
oft times burning midnight oil
(albeit figuratively alluded
to wicked mister Arson Wells) witness
as logophile doth painstakingly toil
bajillion cerebral threads to uncoil,
whereby utilizing figurative tweezers
uprooting, untangling rhyme I embroil
(even using Scooby Doo conditioner)
metaphorically beneath mine royal
hirsute (Scottish) matted topsoil
ultimately bringing in top gun
uncannily resembling gargoyle
shape shifting between
comical characters such as
Popeye and Beetle Bailey
at lightspeed as if
greased with Olive Oyl
so watch out Bluto,
get ready for turmoil!
Wildly the gale blows over the turbulent ocean
whipping up the waves into towering mountains
that crash down shattering everything in their path
screaming out at the world, hostile and venomous
Nothing in its path stood a chance not from this devil storm
it raged onwards now a hurricane leaving devastation behind
huge waves rushing inland uprooting all as they past through
swelling back briefly, then thundering on, oblivious to the damage
Huge trees, hundreds of years old lie dying, flooding everywhere
slowly the angry winds abate, becoming gentle like lover's touch
caressing kissing as if to say sorry for all the damage and strife
quiet for a while until once again the seas war dragons re-awake
Setting forth on another battle royal, not a care for what is left behind
just terrible life changing damage as Mother Nature roars out her rage
plundering us and what we hold most dear to gain her deadly revenge
by cutting us down to size using all her fearsome powers to teach us
No master doth Nature have to tell her nay, futile to try to stop her
she rages on destroying as she passes, no way to harness this goddess
earthquakes, tremors, volcano's; all these and much more at her command
she will not cease not until we learn to respect her and nurture her planet
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - FIRST PART
Firstly the rains came calling cool
It instantly brought hope and happiness
For people relished the Celsius dip down
And hoped for reservoirs to fill to lips
But pretty soon the horrific floods followed
As it rained cats and dogs, days on end
As monsoon turned to a tormentor possessed
And led many to many a sleepless night
The inevitable pain came calling chill and fast
As roads and streets were ravaged entirely
And excess water submerged ponds and land
As waterways and drains could pass no more
The serious threat meandered in with a roar
With intense rains adding to the fury and more
Amidst storm, lightning, thunder on crescendo
Emanating from deep depressions in the Bay
Then fear and scare all showed up all night
As water inundated fields and farms alike
And entered into houses and dwelling units
Causing widespread loss to assets and life
The floods slithered in surely winding its way
Uprooting trees and destructing everywhere
Cattle, dogs and pets perished soon, unsung
With hapless people of all ages, in a gloom
The engulfing darkness brought chaos, for
Gloomy conditions only worsened soon
With nothing in sight; except rising waters
Seething snakes and reptiles added blues
Trauma and melancholy, magnified manifold
As waters chill, ran amuck human household
Swirling in; bringing great despair, in Cities too
Nightmare everywhere; yet nowhere to go;
The disaster itself was a Broadway show
As city and residences became a water-show
And in no time all hell had broken loose;
Making waterways of rail and road ways too
The big losses came quick and fast
As households washed off in a gaffe
And apartments and cars submerged
With basements becoming watery graves
Overnight and instantly everything was lost
Furniture, valuables, utensils and garments,
Refrigerators, kitchenware, other gadgets too
Gold, silver, cash and documents; phones too
And then it was the death that reared its head,
As people drowned and went missing cold
Pitch darkness engulfing the misery in whole
People breathed their last; their grief untold
........ Continued in Second Part