she was a ramshackle, eyesore of a house
Uneven, unsymmetrical, with a plethora of problems
One bright red door made the rest of this mess glaringly sad
And yet, there was a whimsical feeling about this place
Something uplifting, exciting, and promising
my soul felt this as my mind was scrambling to figure out why
She was an unorthodox, maniacal, ramshackle of a place
looked like a haunted house, but in daylight without scariness
Sure, she needed paint, but she had smack dabs of character
She felt inviting, even though her roof was disintegrating
In some way I was drawn in, kind of loving this eyesore of a house.
I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
A big blue marble, floating in the middle of nowhere like a tiny attractive spark.
Its shimmering light penetrates the darkness of space like a candle in the dark.
How perfectly it has been placed in space, one inch closer to the sun and we would burn, once inch farther away we would freeze.
This wondrous place comprised of rock, water, air and soil supports life in so many various degrees.
How I so desired, how I petitioned and asked to make the journey and stay for a layover.
Thus, have been blessed to traverse this wonderous earth on a mission to elevate and roam as a lunar land rover.
I give all glory, honor, power, and respect to God within from which all things were created.
Remembering when I received confirmation of being granted passage to earth, I was absolutely elated.
Given the opportunity to Help mother Gaia to heal.
Given a conscience and freedom of choice and speech, never to anyone having to Neel.
Given gifts to improve on and to enhance and share so as to never have to steal.
Given assurance that the birds are always fed and never do we need to worry over our next meal.
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
In a heart filled with love for his fellow man is where God resides!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 January 2022
The wise I asked:
" Where should I build my permanent residence?"
" Permanent?" He inquired
"Yes!" I retorted
" Only in heaven. " He, compassionately, replied.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 September 2021
If you ever wish, my beloved brother,
The residence of heavenly bliss to reach
You have only to follow the path of love
That our Lord, persistently, tries us to teach!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 September 2021
Why do I watch my tv
when I know there are things to be done.
And why do I look out the window -
and not finish things I’ve begun?
The laundry can wait ‘til tomorrow,
the dishwasher emptying, too.
I have so much time on my hands
why do I let things accrue?
I don’t have to cook any meals
or take the dog for a walk
or pull the weeds in a garden
or prepare a script for a talk.
I could go to a musical show
or play Rummicube with a group.
I could maybe play Pitch or play bridge -
instead I sit here and droop!
I’m not used to all of this leisure,
no places I’m scheduled to be,
no meetings I have to attend -
This all seems so foreign to me.
When fear of the Covid is over
Perhaps I'll then volunteer
at the local food bank or school.
To be useful will bring me some cheer.
Maybe I’ll bake up a cheesecake
and invite my friends in for tea
or maybe I’ll just write a poem
and post it for people to see.
Beige is the itch inside my head
The dreary, drab walls I stay locked in
I’m a townhouse with a freshly painted facade,
But moldy wallpaper and carpets that are soaked with the stench of cigarette smoke
I’m trapped in this house
Blinds nailed to the sills
Doors latched by keys long lost
Milk spoiled
And the fridge smells stale
I sit in musty rooms on crumbling couches as oblivious pedestrians pass by and say “What a lovely house! A sunny porch to sit on and cheerful mint green accents.”
But inside my house paint peels like shagbark and dust collects like dew
You knock at my door and I can’t let you in
I rip out the knob and claw down the splintered wood
I throw myself against the frame and try to tear out the hinges
But the door doesn’t budge;
Not even an inch.
So I stay stuck inside my beige house
Left to wonder if there is an out
Have a blessed birthday, Nikee,
God's children possess obedience;
Submission to God is the key
To reach the blissful residence.
Topic: Birthday of Nikee Onyot (March 20)
It's so hard to select just one president --
even harder to put a new resident
into a WH occupied by true decadents
You think I mean Biden and Trump, ho-ho
but I'm thinking Bush vs. Gore, and Clinton, you know
for true and lasting decadence, Slick Willy takes precedence
__________________________________________________
It may still come as news to some, but Bill and Hilary trashed
the WH upon their departure, taking 'stuff' valued at well over
$300,000 home with them. They regarded the White House as
'their home,' and themselves as 'deserving royalty.' ~ Source:
Dinesh de Souza's book, "Stealing America." (I know Dinesh,
who graduated Dartmouth College, as did I. He's a straight
shooter).
summer residence
across Canada border~
bald eagle's timeshare
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Residence in 70’s.
In 70’s Hectic days running, so busy
pursuing career as lecturer
in a suburb college, life not easy.
Four days a week, coming home quick
to arrange domestic front nice and cosy.
Already married, planned for kid.
Daughter born, new meaning of life: Indeed.
New responsibility, daughter became priority.
Small town of West Bengal in India was the place
Varieties of trees, flowers, birds, river to impress.
03/10/18
'Where were you in the 70's'?' Contest by Line Gauthier
Love
resides
In our heart:
The throne of our
Lord!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 June 2017
So much is he fed up with the problems of
This world
That
Is, anxiously, waiting to make heavens his
New residence!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2016
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