We mortals are known for waging good
And gallant fights to ward off some of
The fury of mother nature. We often
Succeed in fighting, defending, and
Minimizing her calamitous effects,
But we can never wip Mother Nature.
I once lived in an area that fogged
Heavily certain times of the year,
Especially late nights and early
Mornings. The heavy fog sometimes
Caused much damage and loss of
Life in anto accidents.
Some motorists equipped their vehicles
With fog lights to aid in their visibility.
Unfortunately, the company vehicle
I drove did not have fog lights.
When driving was required under such
Conditions, I often sought the tail lights
Of big rig trucks. Their big red tail lights
Would usher me safely through the fog.
A life of pain,
Attacking brutally;
Minimizing my gains.
Unwelcome? Absolutely.
Controlling me with fright?
Insisting that I take flight?
Taking away my fight?
Not in your life.
Well, fellow mortals, here we are;
Far beneath the morning star.
2025 has quietly arrived;
And we are bessed to be alive.
Heaven knows what lies ahead.
God alone can shield us from dread.
I shall continue to seek His guidance.
God alone sees far beyond, into the distance.
May there be fewer conflicts; less upheavals;
And may we be delivered from the evils.
May the light of Christ in me shine into the darkness,
Creating smiling faces and minimizing the madness.
May each of us fulfill our God given purpose
Before the time arrives for our final exodus.
Life can be hard and anything can happen
We can do our best and sudden changes come about
It takes strength and determination to handle things
It takes time to adapt to new ways and new places
It may be easy to feel as if everything is impossible
It requires taking one day at a time, minimizing tasks
The big picture can be overwhelming, feeling trapped
But there is always an open door, just patience to find it
Never give up; things can change for the positive too
It may be little things, big things, anything that matters
Nothing stays the same and you deserve what is waiting!
Heidi Sands
8/3/24
(C)opyright
Rich, I am certainly not,
But
If my desires, I minimize,
Rich, I will certainly be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2022
Surgery
After my morning shower, I noticed blood from my middle toe
(the one beside the big toe) I bent down the nail was loosened
I pulled it off and I thought of Socrates.
In a few days, I need a new battery in my pacemaker, a small surgery
when doctors say small, be aware.
I friend of mine, the late actor Clive Dunn, went into hospital for a small
surgery that became so serious he died of it.
I also have to see a doctor about my diabetes
she would see my missing nail I have a ready excuse bumping into a threshold.
Now I got morbid if they cut my right ankle off how could I drive
My car is fully automatic, so I sat on the sofa trying how it was possible
Only the right foot got in the way, but I proved it was feasible.
I put my shoes on and walked about the flat, no pain, perhaps the aching
was caused by the loose nail, which I cured with betadine.
I know I’m playing for time minimizing my illnesses trying to make light
of the oncoming.
Mental vibration
Ricochet off my patience.
Teasing
weaknesses,
minimizing my
statements.
Confined
to the meekness,
Isn’t weakness.
Just Falls under the lines
of abatement.
Blatant humiliation
burns hotter than
the eyes of your Satan.
Im sayin
not immune to the influence
of my own delusions.
I make mistake,
Overthink,
often
jump conclusions
Alcohol driven hallucinations
Demand inclusion.
I’m not afraid,
I let them in.
keeps the party groovin.
Better would be for one to:
Progressively, minimize his attachment to life as he gets too old,
As to enable himself to decrease fear, caused by death's advent!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 January 2021
Y!...P!M! : asked the sentry at the door of waking
--------------------------------------------------------
yup...past midday!
(yawning...pondering...mmmmm)
yammered past
midnight
yacking propels me
yards...plows
mental
yesteryears pathways...mountainous
yes...puzzling
maybe
yet productivity means
yachting problems
minimizing
yawls...pacifying memories
yearning...premeditations
materialized
years previous...managable
yen-pen
moment
yang potential mediums
yielding...perpetual
music...
yelling pesters me
Make me sad I won't care just as long as you're there
And I know that I'm loved; it's a pleasure to share!
But some pain's more a private affair of the heart,
And continuous sharing is torture, not art!
We all grok what we feel, but some thoughts are less real:
Things we fear are the worst! If I could, I'd repeal
All the fears that you hide, but I don't get to vote!
Can't escape family! Give a leopard new coat?
There's NO love I'll divest! Must get off of my chest:
Should I kill love to keep your Love? At whose behest?
It's the truth! I love Love more than you or myself
And Love's never a gift that goes stale on a shelf.
Although death might end Pain, death does rub on life's grain,
For not many who die live to taste earth again
Or to say what they learned there! Please don't lose your nerve:
'Touch' enjoyable 'pain?' Might 'life' be Love's 'hors d'oeuvre?'
Brian Johnston
22nd of July in 2019
Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily.
Maybe.
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily.
Meanwhile
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals
Might mean
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives.
Moreover,
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians,
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men
May
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders.
Meanwhile
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory.
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.
A she now mine,
A she made time.
A she instincts cool,
A she minimizing blue.
A she daydreaming,
A she leaning still.
A she toying glee,
A she living free.
A she and her hoodie,
A she and her fringe.
A she reflecting smile,
A she reinventing style.
A she intentionally indifferent,
A she intimating significance.
A she simplifying stealing,
A she modernizing meaning.
pandemic morpho toxicity
the sludge squeeze from
the geysers of torture and rape
one after another
life feeds on life
the pilfering of our peoples
the siphoning of our souls
milling upon the millions
minions minimizing our emotions
someone wants to own it all
but does not respect the privilege
gather around the fire
the heat keeps us through the night
i cry for a thousand years
for those ive never heard of
dont deny this places conditioning
my dry eyes can feel relief
harden like the walls of our egos
i insulate and isolate
treading in the quicksand of my own fears
change is inevitable, so become
i once was young
power an elusion shrouded
by the characters who drive
their own machines to bitter end
i forgive you
trust is another matter
We all hear about the habits of successful people,
My habits are not the same.
Successful people, whatever that means,
Their habits seem kind of tame.
I don’t read a lot, nor organize my year,
Nor ever get up bright and chirpy.
I enjoy writing my thoughts, living spontaneously,
Then waking up feeling blurry.
I dance in elevators, touch hot plates,
And practice arguments in my head.
And rather than minimizing distractions,
I live with color and music instead.
And when I’m on the phone I don’t sit
And pronounce with perfect allocution.
I walk the house laughing, joking and swearing-
It’s a trusted institution.
I would like to eat healthy, drink water, walk heaps,
And regularly go and press weights.
But I love my kebabs after a night at the pub,
Dancing, drinking and singing with mates.
Actually, the other day, I went for a run, through the rain,
In the car park, to my car.
It was a fun little run; I dodged bullets and missiles,
Pretending I was a big movie star.
Well, thinking about it, my habits are successful,
Other people’s just don’t match mine.
To me it’s about being happy, open and free, it was easy,
“Success” I would redefine.
Corners brightened by Christmas' lights dispel ugly grins
Halls of the big house are adorned with true artistic craft
Revere for His birth is heard in those sumptuous hymns
Inside walls display beautiful ornaments of red velvet
Spiritual songs declare the glory descending on Earth
Tempo and beat swiftly increase, then decrease at times
Myriads of shoppers roam streets with foaming breath
Above the cold sky echoes with carols of perfect rhymes
Surrendering the observers feel a faith they had never had
Minimizing his discomfort, the sad haggard whistles a choon
Urgent is the need of the orphan, a gift makes him very glad
Surging from the dark ocean, stars reveals the splendid moon
Imminent is the attraction it draws from cold faces in a rush
Consuming their delight with brisk smiles while noises hush.
Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
" Something New: A Christmas Sonnet- Acrostic
My pick: Christmas Music
Written on 12/20/2015
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