I say I am
simply a man,
simple
easier for self
to understand
though the complexity of men
I am no outlier
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Can I say then
that I am mostly an honest man,
my only lie
that of being simply
a man?
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If not
I will be just a loving man
at least to please my God
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God says there is no loving man
men simply the AIs of gods…..
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God spoke
and my soul responded,
I am a world
within an endless
world
A kingdom for my
own eternal unfolding
God loved
and love I became,
my divine spirit proof of
His faithful beauty
and ever presence
God is within
enfolds me
showers me with
blessings
He is that He is
so I may be the best
of who I am….
Beneficent Father….
Omnipotent Fount of All Being....
Resting on the inviting flower for a while
The playful butterfly gave it a tender kiss
And it responded by offering its nectar
That made her savor Nature's everlasting bliss!
Demetrios Trifiatis
27 August 2026
Mighty winds blow
Approaching storm
Sudden and accurate
An Old Man lived with Arthritis for a long time
A morning rise would be a pain experience
Went to Doctors and still no relief
On this specific morning, a Thunderstorm took place
Strong and true
The Old Man went to his kitchen to get a cup of coffee
One flash of lightning he went outside to get his newspaper
Immediately came a powerful jolt of a lightning bolt
It knocked him off his feet
He was able to get up
The Old Man felt the Arthritis was gone and he was now enabled
A miracle being a blessing took place
Heaven had been watching observing from above
Unexpected and the Old Man had no idea the miracle was coming
The Old Man to the Doctor to be examined, and the Doctor noticed that the Old Man’s Arthritis was gone
The Doctor questioned the Old Man in how did he do it?
The Old Man quickly responded that it was a spiritually bout
Now Lightning bolts do kill
But on this morning, it was a jolt of enriched and rise, and spread the miracle being a testimony apathy
Show the world in what can happen if one believes
The breeze that prepared for the miracle
Heaven’s action in deliverance.
Do you paint with words?
Well, maybe you are a poet!
Of course, all words, by themselves
are morgues for art~ stores for outwardly
portraying
one’s private thoughts and feelings in
colorful, expressive ways. The baby
paints her own basic language – cries her
picture gestures,
hopefully appropriately responded to
by loving parents, often challenged
to transcribe
a vaguely familiar, long forgotten
non verbal~frantic vocabulary –
So, words are clearly voice: while liquid,
like blood and oils – they are colorful, the
pigments of flowers and death --
and when a relationship fails, the essence
of words are what
we frame and tearfully regret.
Last night I sat with Robert Glasper.
It was an enchanting discourse.
He spoke poetically with his black and white keys, and I responded in kind with my heart and mind in the mid-summer night's breeze.....
Cool, very cool on a summer night.
The flame from the white amber candle in my loft danced beautifully with the breeze entering through my gaping window.
Such lovely notes, a sanguine breeze, and a still mind.
My! What a gratifying, harmonic interplay.
But then, soon dusk reached up and kissed dawn, and my eyes said 'hello" to the morning sun.
My team had just lost a volleyball match and I realized my water bottle was empty
I was filling it up when I said to my friend next to me, my whole team's kinda depressed
He responded, ya I saw their faces and they all looked mad then I saw yours and you were your usual self
This touched me because I work really hard to be positive and it's showing because my friend said that's how I usually am
I was the only one on my team that wasn't sad, I was smiling, goofing around and talking to everyone
A philosopher once complained
that the stars refused to answer questions.
For forty years he interrogated the heavens.
What is justice?
What survives death?
Why beauty?
Why suffering?
The stars responded only with light.
At last, old and exhausted,
he climbed a hill one winter evening
and asked no question at all.
The sky unfolded above him
in magnificent indifference.
A silence vast enough
to contain every mystery.
There, finally, he understood:
the stars had been answering all along.
Not with explanations.
With presence.
For some truths cannot be spoken,
only witnessed.
And perhaps wisdom begins
when certainty ends,
when one learns to stand beneath eternity
without demanding that eternity become small.
You have passed on, distant and silent, o departed soul,
you are no longer here; life has left you whole.
You have been laid to rest in the cold, unyielding ground,
and where your voice once answered, no echo can be found.
Oh, O re tlogetse o hlokofetše—
You have left us, erased, wiped away,
breathing no more, cold as if fast asleep today.
This letter carries no spirit,le hloka moya,
it reaches for a shadow that was once my moya.
O, how the heart has turned into stone Pelo ye thata
severed feelings, emotionally detached, left all alone.
To feel nothing, go hloka go kwa, in this silent place,
unresponsive to the tears that fall across my face.
Go senyegile—all is broken, ruined, and still,
motionless paper resting on a frozen windowsill.
Whose time has run out, go felilego sebaka,
a page deprived of joy, drifting into the dark.
Oh, but I write to you ka nnete, in complete, unvarnished truth,
remembering the living one, yo a phelago, from the days of our youth,
when feelings responded, warm, empathetic, and bright,
filled with delightful joy, radiating pleasing light.
The Demon Sabotatge told the Demon Camouflage
And I heard him very clear
"If there's a known premonition of death than it's very near"
Camouflage replied back
"Seriously you can't put the blame on someone else for not listening to the voice reasoning"
“God is not tempted by any man nor does he tempt any”
And the Demon Deception responded in a rare kinda way
"hell, they say a penny for your thoughts sometimes is not worth a penny at all"
"I'm called Deceptcion I'm the Demon of Disappointments"
"And I'm The Demon Deceit, I'm the Demon of Difficulties"
'And I give you to these Three'
"We are the Demons called The Legions "Mother Mary we will give our life for thee, for we are many!"
A blinding fastball, more launched than thrown,
approached the corner of the strike zone.
A bat responded, just as fast.
The crowd was deafened by the ensuing blast.
On a mound, there lay dead
a man in uniform - a hole cut neatly through his head.
I jokingly declared my love to you,
and you took the joke seriously,
to my mischievous game of love
you responded with true love.
You wanted my love unconditionally,
and I thought you were still a child,
now I'm starting to miss you,
the years without you slowly take revenge on me.
I finally realized my mistake,
but you are no longer beside me,
the trace of your love still lives in me,
you must have become a beautiful woman.
I miss you very much, Jelena,
and I suffer endlessly for you,
I would give my own brother,
just so I could have you back.
Struggle point
Birth was almost death
How much time?
Health issues attack
Turning into circumstance after another
Had no name from the start
An infant who Doctors said would depart
Doctors had given up hope and stated 7 would be the finale
Family was told to prepare for a Funeral
Desperation within my Families eyes
My Grand Mother’s said she knew someone higher and wise
Being the praying warrior that was Grandmother was, prayed with the voice to the highest
Sincere and Honest Faith within
Heaven responded, “I am the Father who giveth life”
Prophecy strong in your Grand Son will live beyond Doctor’s expectations
I am the fulfillments in all creations
Your Grand Son will be a blessing to you
What was a circumstance transcended into victory
Testimonial story
Everything Heaven stated came to past
Outcome of deliverance
Strength with endurance
Establishment with influence
Heaven’s accomplishment established
Health issue battle then being wonderfully being the human product, and here I am to testify the outcome.
More baseball teams will play today,
The season in full swing.
For fans who’ve waited months, there is
Much joy that this will bring.
A friend who read my prior poem,
Comparing life to sport,
Responded with an observation
That I’d cut life short.
For even if we find ourselves,
In years, close to the end,
So many other factors may
Our time on earth extend.
Since there are extra innings played
In certain baseball games,
The bottom of the ninth might not
Be all that it proclaims.
So thank you, Ira, for that note -
We may not be in clover,
But quoting Yogi Berra,
“It ain’t over ‘til it’s over!”
There was a private reception at the professor's house
Half a century ago for his senior-level creative writing poetry class
It was attended by the visiting poet, on campus at his invitation
The doctor's prescription for the nourishment of his fledglings
Some students were eager to share a few lines with the guest of honor
But there was a quiet one hanging about the periphery, alone in thought
Not one who who sought an audience with the Master, with the Elder
As the evening wore on some nibbled, some scribbled
Some continued to pursue the Poet
But the quiet one kept largely to himself, lost in thought
Or maybe… just lost
And as the soiree drew to a close the Poet approached him
He said, "Is something troubling you?"
"Oh… not really," he responded, unconvincingly
"Well…" the Poet said, "You've got a lot to do in this life,
But you're gonna do it good."
The quiet one thanked him, smiled,
And thought about grammatic structure, poetic lisence, and why he'd been singled out
And he thought about all those things that were really troubling him
Courage, encourage, discourage
Word he'd… worried
The stillness of the dark
Became heavy and thick
She wanted it done and over
She moved into the quick
...vibration
He responded with voice
As a song escaped his lips
"Is that your voice?"
Identified the very sharp tips
....nails
The heavens erupted in violence
As momentum gained speed
Every living form rushing about
Not knowing where it would lead
...light
What was hidden, underneath
Awaiting the day of revelation
Broke open and yielded
To the TRUTH of elevation
...sovereignty
I AM...me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-18-2026
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