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Remember the time there was no sun
And the world was dark
and we all lacked
Living in a disposian age
And apart for the Lord there was nobody else
So we kept his word
To avoid his rage
Then came abundance
And these princes rose the profit from our innocence
And then came men with dishonorable character
Who worship gold
Who could hide their colour of their skin
Servers of money who served every king
Despite the finger he puts his ring
Remember your anscestors
and how they were misled
Into believing that grass could be turn into bread
As they sold their brothers into slavery
And they were given lead instead of gold
Never listen to the words of these prostitutes
Who sell themselves for money
They claim to be heros but this is untrue
They cannot suffer for me and you
Traveling to foreign lands to bank their money
And when they fall sick they leave
To an hospital outside our wretched land
You know that these men have nothing to give
They think they know your problems but they are only here to deceive
But hour after hour I see another soul wasting away
As we continue our wretched existence
Every single day
Why is it that we have little self esteem
We do not believe in the things that we do
Every citizen is loyal only to himself
They do not care what the country goes through
We patronise foreign clubs, foreign hospitals and foreign schools
Without caring the state of our own
Our countrymen die abroad because they have no place to call home
But why can we not make her great again
Like Mr Trump would say
There is not a time I do not pray for my country
I do it every single day
The druid churns the magic potion,
More gains are his only notion.
But men and women to take along,
Is not his goal and he’s so wrong?
Power blinds his wretched mind,
Oh! His deeds put all to the grind.
Dying creative powers they soak to grounds,
Of the hallways, whose going to turn it around.
People cry their minds a whisper,
All time idly spent in repent.
Passion dies yet another death each day,
And things not achieved all kept at bay.
Winds of change come sweeping across the globe,
The soothsayer swings his wand & depths he does probe.
A new brotherhood of people he plans to build,
Trusts he those who have desires are unfulfilled.
Two years back, in November, at the nerve centre,
20 monks indicated to the leading lights along with their mentor,
The way ahead after spells of erudition under learned teachers,
A blind eye they turned then, today they all chant like preachers.
My plea to them is to let go of ego and come together,
As forces across the globe are down in the slump in all weather.
Together all must be to tackle the dark forces that surround,
It’s creativity that will bring back from depths, to astound
To build the cult the soothsayer has begun,
The dominos must align as now nobody must be the favorite son,
Err if it has been; now there is no way on land but to move ahead,
Cause the ships in troubled waters have already fled………….
Fall in love with the person who sets you free.
The one who doesn't dictate what a society or you should be.
The one who is not afraid to fight beside you to keep you soul intact.
The one who uses anything they can to wake up your soul when your mind has easily become distant and has distract.
They may sound a little crazy at times, but that is the key.
For they were not meant to sound like everyone else, who could speak and also read.
Feel your way through the pain and wake up your soul.
So you can come together to be as one and to feel completely whole.
Look at examples of broken hearts and self-inflicted abuse.
For they were not able to look beyond and just kept up with an excuse.
It's okay to cry and to feel the needed pain.
You can be a man, woman, child, just break that wretched chain.
Fall in love with the person who sets you completely free
So you can build a foundation like a 2,000 year old tree.
Oh mother Nature
you that were born out of the conglomeration of
unbounded energy into matter
under
the auspices of paramount universal Logos
that the harmonious coexistence of opposite forces have
established
by
artfully choreographing their coexistence with the help
of the infallible divine Will
and
were painstakingly interwoven, with the assistance of
mighty space and time,
we humans,
having realized our abominable crimes against you, divine mother,
thus
on our knees we implore your forgiveness
for
our ignorance and our greediness that have put you
through the agony of dying
by
disturbing your concordant operation
for
to satisfy our wretched ambitions disregarding any
other form of life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 APRIL 2020
I don’t have time for fun and games, but they do apparently
I don’t have time to commit a jolly crime and shut away society
Please don’t leave me in this wretched mess called confusion
Ease my mind with a grace embrace trace, undoing the lying, dying with godly solution
Embrace the silent truth of my heart
Grace will never forget you…disgrace doesn’t forgive you
Trace it on the bottom of my heart and you’ll find out that it lasts forevermore
Embrace the violent peace of my mind
Disgrace doesn’t live for us, so die for grace
Trace it on the top of my head and you’ll be unforgotten in my memory forevermore
I do have time for no more shames and I choose to love you unconditionally
I do have time to sing you a lullaby and scream out joys tonight
Leave me in the dust of happiness and hopes and leave it to love preciously and beautifully
Ease my mind with a grace embrace trace, undoing the lying, dying with godly might
Embrace the silent truth of my heart
Grace will never forget you…disgrace doesn’t forgive you
Trace it on the bottom of my heart and you’ll find out that it lasts forevermore
Embrace the violent peace of my mind
Disgrace doesn’t live for us, so die for grace
Trace it on the top of my head and you’ll be unforgotten in my memory forevermore
Heart is broken in two
You have a way with words
Heart is spoken in rue
We will separate like birds
Mind is mended by grace
Mind is blended by embrace
Mind is deserted and will be without a trace
Heart is offended by disgrace
Heart is a lovely hatred with a trace
Heart is unbroken like a vase
Love has a way with words as always
Hate has a way to hurt us these days
Grace embraces us with or without a trace come what may…maybe, someday, it stays…
Inspired by Separate Ways - Journey
Could there be anything sweeter,
than our little dog named Fartina,
I wanted to see less of wretched in-laws,
they no longer come over because,
the gaseous funky green cloud,
emitting from Fartina makes me so proud.
I dare say we no longer have mice,
who now stay outdoors, how nice.
When Fartina goes to the vet,
it's a sure bet-
the leery vet techs yell, "Fartina's here!"
and the snooty lady in the waiting room
with the poodle holds her nose, oh dear!
At our family birthday party,
Fartina decided to get frankly, farty.
Our guests were all in a dither,
their faces crinkled, then quivered.
Til, lo and behold, a knock on the door,
pesky political solicitors once more!
Well, lovely Fartina took care of that-
a silent savage air biscuit commenced,
and our unwelcome visitors quickly
vaulted over the fence.
These days bad news travels fast,
but the flatulent antics of Fartina
makes laughter last. ~
I wander the desert alone- through an ocean of sand
in my dream . . . thinking myself on an adventure
and walk in golden softness in a place empty and drifting
a place of solitude strangely magic, and
I hear the desert speaking in a whispering hush
barren, sun bleached and sun-choked
empty of all things human yet I hear a bird's laugh
with an endless, timeless rhythm this land hushes
but wait- a prickly cactus and a snake- hiss- in this place of nothingness
or is that just my imagination speaking
thirst painful, my mouth is bone dry- has been for hours, days it seems
parched and withered of all moisture . . . in my head I am screaming
this wretched place was never on the map of my life
so why did my dream take me here to wander alone and lost
in a vastness of azure skies and infinite pristine sand, but wait, an . . .
oasis, refuge, relief at last . . . a turquoise sea suddenly appears
beyond a sand cliff with sparkling water to the horizon with cays of gulls
and trees deep and tender green rustle not far
I walk out of the utter, empty, unforgiving desolation of the desert
and into the cool water waiting with a sigh. . . then I awake
__________________________
October 13, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Never on the Map of My Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-027-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I Wander The Desert Alone
sponsor, Edward Ebeh
Required words - barren, oasis, thirst
with metaphors and onomatopoeia
Second Place
Leave me alone, give me space
Grief is etched upon my face
Break-up phone call did receive
Youth has made me quite naive.
Behind my back the love of my life
Asked my friend to be his wife
When did this happen ~ was not aware
Now there's feelings of great despair.
My heart is wretched may be broken
Will keep forever charming love token
He gave to me his favourite possession
Colourful toy soldier made of resin.
When I grow up will remember this day
And how my first love had feet of clay
Tears are falling but I'll raid biscuit tin
Days like this ~ you just can't win.
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11/11/2021
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Exiled from my distant homeland,
Where the days seemed bright,
Nights seemed peaceful and nice,
Where I longed for freedom and dignified life.
With dictators and militia in charge,
Where corruption and killings were at large,
Any opposition voice was crushed,
Freedom, Oh freedom, was only a dream.
With imminent arrest and execution,
Fleeing the beloved country was only option,
Somehow escaped incognito thru night wilderness,
Hitched many rides, got transported in boxes and tank containers,
Took wretched overloaded ferries, till I reached a free land.
Now I was a refugee seeking asylum,
Spent time in camps with miserable living conditions,
Finally, after three years, I was granted asylum,
I was free in an unknown world.
Still, I am actively seeking freedom for my homeland folks,
Freedom of speech, and democracy is a precious thing,
We will arouse sentiments of local folks to get their rights,
Do not cry my homeland, one day you will be free.
In the saloon Tom, Jenna and Tania were talking about Christmas week
They wanted to spread some cheer for the good folks of Soup Creek
Tom thought Milton would make a good Santa and hoped he'd agree
Their meeting was rudely interrupted with sounds of a noisy melee.
They went outside and Ranger David was looking very bemused
In handcuffs was a scruffy individual who was looking very confused
And had mean beady eyes with long hair and a long unkempt beard
He was shouting obscenities waving his arms and acting very weird.
Just then Sherrif Koplin appeared and asked David what was wrong
David replied "I think he's on drugs or he's been in the sun too long
I was over by Calypso Canyon on patrol, when I came across him
He pulled a gun on me but it jammed, and said his name was Jim"
Sheriff Koplin said "he's scaring the kids we'd best get him inside
Then I'll telegraph Doctor Keller to come and get him certified
I'll put him in the jailhouse for his own safety and for ours too
Maybe he needs a spell in an asylum that's probably long overdue.
The overland stage arrived next morning, Doctor Keller had arrived
It had been a long sleepless night for the Sheriff but he'd survived
Because the unruly prisoner had shouted obscenities all night long
And for a man to behave in that way something was seriously wrong.
Dr Keller had brought an assistant along, who looked like an assassin
The doctor spoke briefly with the Sheriff then to the jail they went in
The docs assistant had a straightjacket and rope; tools of the trade
A crowd had gathered to listen to the racket that was being made.
They came out half an hour later with the patient who was now secure
But in the scuffle had badly soiled himself and stunk of fresh manure
Doctor Keller approached the towns people and he had this to say
"This poor wretched man is quite sick and we'll be taking him away"
The overland stage then arrived in town and all three climbed inside
A journey to Sacramento Asylum was about a five and a half hour ride
The driver shouted and cracked his whip and they were soon on their way
"Good riddance to you " said Sheriff Koplin "don't come back any day.
written on 22nd November 2022