Hatred's rivers overflew with the blood of those fallen in war flooding the valley of peace!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2016
Categories:
overflew, men, peace, war,
Form: Monoku
It was decades ago,
When my two eyes were young,
That they savored the Tiergarten
And Kurfurstendamm—
That avenue, tree-lined,
With Berliners, it bustled—
And Tempelhof airport,
Where pilots, undaunted,
Overflew the blockade;
And the river Spree flowed
Through the heart of the city
And, there, in the East
Rose the Brandenburg Gate
Though, always, these eyes,
Spurred on by intrigue,
Wandered their way
To monuments marking
Where tyranny triumphed
And Germans had vanquished,
Vanquished pursuing
The hope of their freedom—
Yes, Berlin I once saw
And, still, to this day,
What affected me most
Was the scar of
The Wall.
October 25, 2016
The Wall poetry contest
Anthony Slausen
Categories:
overflew, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Hope's river, overflew in my heart, irrigating thus, the arid field of my dreams!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 February 2016
Categories:
overflew, dream, hope, life,
Form: Monoku
1.
Critically, we cried for comedy;
But we saw terror and tragedy;
The people's plight bank overflew;
Our injuries were saltened an' made anew.
2.
Before the polls for us they sought;
But when they win, us they forgot;
Proud politicians on the political pew;
Alone, eating the national rice an' stew.
3.
At propaganda they promise black an' blue;
But fullfill [if at all] only a few;
They pretend from beginning to end;
The law of the land, they break and bend.
4.
The people plough and plant the paddy;
But some men plot an' exploit the candy;
When then shall our liberty be wrought;
From men of selfish thoughts an' plots?
5.
For change the people pray an' hope;
Many are sick an' tired of standing to mope;
Our noble nation shall soon be bright;
As soon as God will say "let there be light!"
Categories:
overflew, change, corruption, devotion, faith,
Form: Alliteration
RAIN AND FLOOD
Raining all through the night,
Mum and Dad kept busy
wading water .
Soon, the flood overflew
the wooden bench we
Sat on. And nowhere was
Safe again. Soon again,
The cock crowed crookedly.
He too was drenched in
Rain and flood.
Daybreak
We must go to School.
We walked through the
flooded Streets, groping
to school.
We couldn't go through
the Pako Bridge.
We turned to the New Bridge.
Standing and looking into
the school, flood was everywhere.
Only the headmistress and the
Teachers groped in the flood
Waving us back home.
Heavily drenched in rain and
Flood, my teeth knocked
In drumbeat against one another,
rhyming with the rains.
All Babies, all children cried,
Walking back home.
My sister strapped me on
Her little back.
Nylon bags, dustbin, human
Waste, animal dung floated on the
Flood.
Amidst staccato of crying voices;
Kids’, children’s,
Adult’s, Africans’…
anarchy was loosed
upon Nigeria
AKUDOLU IGNATUIS
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Categories:
overflew, rain,
Form: Dramatic Monologue