Indefinite Infinity in space and time aye doth toss,
Itself diffusely, enclosing entirety in the cosmos,
Only to baffle the stupid,spellbound ,eerie puzzle
Of forms and moulds that ever keep up the dazzle
Every little odd thing claims its own due existence ;
All great marks, flags and colours make no sense
And look like just little dunes and pits on the spot
Or if more, are spilled,broken and torn ones a lot;
Every living thing darts across to catch the other,
Feed on,feast on or enslave all that it doth gather
The lava that erupts from within the restless land
The lofty sweeps of storms and winds reprimand
The deviant excess that yields the froth and slag
As futile tertiaries do stem out of the empty brag !
Cooked, ready to eat
April 2027, we meet
The 2026 Finance Bill
A new order, bitter pill
With it you are tracked
Affairs, neatly packed
Taxed here and there
To them, you must be fair
The reverse doesn't hold
Not belonging to the fold
You produce, they don't
Work like you, they won't
Order the world, anew
To benefit just a few
Cannon fodder, the rest
To the front line, the best
Slavery displaced many folk..From time lost in some old mists, it has been certainly no
Joke.'
Now in the present we see forever wars
Under the 'engine of not for profit?' Maybe
You are not real sure.? As ai frames some
Future.? In the fogs of the here and now,
There are to be slaves, of conveniance.?
For those born native..And those being 'imported?' The similaritys strike me; both hard and how.' There is froth and fluff and
Bubbles from many a billionaire,
as true conveniance, became a station-wagon or tent
Or the nearest
bridge somewhere, somehow.?And
migration is the answer? un-controlled
Or lawfare type, then there is all the self
Righteous verbal garbage, as in a weeks old
Salad sort; in a force-fed hype.'
They make our social life organized.
I respect rules. I dislike fake proudness
Treat everyone fairly.
consistently one should put these rules into practice.
That lead us and guide us safely through life in organized ways.
Rules are an integral part of our social and economic life and Behavior.
As well, main part of the functioning of society.
However, savages don't want order and tidiness.
A savage is like a balloon,
appearing huge to people.
But, in reality, he's almost nothing positive.
Full and shiny on the outside, empty and ugly on the inside.
He has no noble purpose. Nor true real faith.
Arrogant and conceited!
The most despicable of people are those who despise others.
Rule above all.
I love rules!
God created us equal.
Yet, some people are abusers and racists
exploit others and treat them badly.
They are hypocrites, flattering the powerful and the rich.
They are selfish and exploitative of the weak, the poor, and the needy.
----
I do respect rules
I dislike the savages
rules are rules that's all.
---
27 May 2026.
I had never before heard of the faerie of the sea
They had to prove the existence of her to me
I grew up in Missouri, you see
The “show me state” which should tell thee
we have to see it ourselves, or we will not believe
They took me to the ocean in a boat called S.S. McVee
Faerie of the Sea came swimming by and gave me a nod.
Guess you are the doubting Thomas named Rob?
In order to discern To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
Wrap these spiritual vessel in order to discern
provoked and unearthed
preying on specials
To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
open wounds leak out worth
in drowsy pedals
that determine morals and ethics.
In order to discern
Reflections confirm
Veils harmonize wrestling with the unsettled
To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
Discernment practice and rehearse
To bring balance to level.
In order to discern.
Perhaps it only ever occurred.
Spiritual and emotional wrestles
To intentionally hurt that unintentioanlly hurts. In order to discern.
Chaos
unruly, shifting
spinning, scattering, unraveling
whirlwind, motion, stillness, symmetry
aligning, settling, forming
steady, intentional
Order
GOD is Cosmo's psyche,
The Universe's Will to be,
The steering Mind of becoming in the World.
He adds Nothing,
He subtracts Nothing,
He only rearranges the existing energy into concrete forms,
Without ever disturbing the total energy balance. He is doing it
By
Infusing in each one of the forms a purpose,
A purpose that enables every single existence to be, to coexist, and to collaborate
With the rest of the forms in such a way that the outcome mirrors
God's divine plan of a harmonious, conscious, and law-abiding Creation!
Therefore,
God observes everything,
Guides everything, and
Supervises everything, no matter how big or small something is,
Since
Nothing is more or less important to God for the maintenance of Cosmic Order.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 April 2026
Fridays, I look forward to.
I pick up my grandson to
spend the weekend with me.
He makes my heart beam
every moment with him.
This Friday did not go well.
The car's air conditioner fell.
I should have seen the warning.
Being irresponsible that morning.
After we finish, we pick up a meal.
Moving to leave, whereupon
the temperature light came on.
With a meltdown,
I could not calm down;
it made me frustrated.
Pulling over and stopping was not fun.
Immediately calling my two sons.
Some days I win.
Some days I lose.
I moved on to be more cautious.
Blackened bits of gritty bean
exploded on cell phone screen.
WTH? Brain's demise, cries!
Not to mention barbarize!
Pods become inconvenient,
imprecise and lenient.
Appliance not so new –
coughed, then gagged, and hella spew!
Murky, grungy, mucky cup
not a welcome wake-me-up!
Coffee shop not far away
provides a much brighter day!
Out of order is my pc
Awful thing to happen to me
I try to judge poetry contests
Impossible on iPhone I confess
Admin says soup made for computers
Makes me feel like a big fat loser
Indeed I lost fuchsia flexibility
Lost files in my purple cemetery
That’s where in my old files
I saved old trash poem piles
Poems gone before saved to iCloud
They weren’t good but I miss them now
For they were like mind flowers
Some weak discreet some with power
I guess they are also like a diary
Full of secrets writes wrongs dreams
Out of order no television or pc
I’ve a phone a home and peace
I hate when my cable’s out of order.
It seems I call them again and again.
If it’s not one thing then it’s another.
And all of it is surely a big pain.
Sometimes I’ll be forever on the phone
just waiting for a person to get through to.
It’s worse when the technician that I get
is someone seeming to live in Timbuku.
It never fails that they cannot help me.
Then they schedule me for a repair date,
which is any time between 12 and 5.
I stay home all afternoon just to wait.
Even worse is when my Roku box
is on the fritz, for there’s no help for me
when that goes out! For that, I’m on my own.
It’s not part of my cable’s warranty.
But these are such small problems when I think
of all the bad things in the world today.
I need to fix my mind on what is good:
at least TV’s in color now -not black, white and grey.
Since last June they’ve been working our main street
waiting in lines had us all off our beat.
Now in the middle of March
can we lose any more starch?
With all four lanes closed, for routes we compete.
Perhaps next June, when the pipes all are done,
cables in place and concrete has hardened,
all the bumps will be leveled;
we can get back on schedule.
Can a year’s aggravation be pardoned?
Someone unplugged the planet
Every screen flashed an
OUT OF ORDER…..
Traffic stopped
Students fingers trembled
The roast in the oven is doomed
The “elderly” sat before blank screens
THEN
…..someone found a book
On a hot summer day the refrigerator lost its tune,
for its ever-loyal quiet drone stopped so very soon.
I stood in the kitchen breathing helpless air,
disquiet silence spread unease everywhere.
I pulled the door open with a hopeful mind,
the normal winding mist I expected to find,
but a draft of warm air sneaked out blunting my nerve,
I felt looming danger to what it was meant to preserve.
The milk inside the carton waited to turn sour, I did fear,
butter wilted in golden puddle formed in a muddle near.
The vegetables started withering in their tray,
as frozen freshness slowly began to melt away.
I gave the power plug one last desperate press,
listened for a cheering click for the end of mess,
but inert silence held the refrigerator in a warm grip,
as frosty freezer felt the heat, started to slowly drip.
As the cold domain gradually turned into desert hot,
on the repairman I had my trust for the skills he got,
but until he arrived with his tools without fail,
we had our early lunch before it became stale.
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