Short Blasphemous Poems
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Brutal barren breach,
Blasphemous beastly backbites,
Bruising blog babble.
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it is haiku but did it in alliteration..
Ambiguity in love is
Blasphemous at best
Comfort and compassion give
Dillusional rest
~To weary hearts unknown guest~
Lay
Cosmic harmony:
God's infinite creation
Blasphemous humans
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2018
5-7-5
Blasphemous humanity amounts to a cancerous cell within God's creation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2018
Blasphemous mankind
Overstepping nature's laws.
Zeus's thunderbolts strike!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 February 2019
5-7-5
Trump Famious for Things Blasphamous
Trump for some things has been famous;
Making statements that are blasphemous;
Ludicrious being;
Not worth seeing;
And of course each point does always miss.
Jim Horn
Hideous heathen heretic!
Dangerous deadly derelict!
Blasphemous bellowing bunk!
Scandalous scheming skunk!
Rambunctious riotous rascal!
Devious as Eddie Haskell!
Cancerous countywide curse!
That's ok, I've been called worse.
Splashing in invigorating beads of perspiration
Blasphemous pouting over grievances, neigh retirement
Itchy foaming kiss, yoked in tumult, dispersed in action
Catapulting inertia when ravishing tarry
While drenched, unquenched thirst raves belly of aqua's mine
No Almond Joy for coconut
Please don't suggest roasting chestnuts
Stifled by sage and pumpkin spice
Cauliflower rice won't entice
Though blasphemous, I'm not bluffing
I am not thankful for stuffing
He picks out onions, celery
All for love of finicky me.
11/10/18
You pompous poison
Maze of monotonous mistrust
Frail heart full of treason
Delirious repentance
Blasphemous bait betrayed
Regret grown grief
Fire flaming fantasy filled
A fate framed future foretold
Love can now rest knowing
Your destined diabolical death
Farewell false foe
Lay
Poem Prankster and Punster
Idiot blasphemous educated, ignorant and fool
Garbage, trash bloody virus and stool
What they are teaching and what are we learning?
Are we humans and how can we sell our manners for earning?
Evil is laughing at us and playing his flute
Where is the Law and why the Law is mute?
Ye jantar mantar ki tasverain bhej Kar
Hamain phansanay ka chakar chor do
Jin logon ki ema pay ye kaam kartay ho
Un ki kali neyat ka bhanda phor do
DaAyn siray ko baAyn siray say jor do.
Note. Don't send me blasphemous tantars to trap me.
Ye sazishain ye phansanay kay phanday
Sazshyo chor do ye makroh dhanday.
The technological era we live in
As
The "Blasphemous One" will be recorded in the annals
Of human history
Because Man,
Instead of acting as the custodian of life on earth that
God intended him to be,
Unwisely,
Was transformed into life's merciless annihilator!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 January 2019
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
With all my might I will defend you my Lord from the blasphemous for I know in my heart your art is holy! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2017
* It is the moral duty of every faithful to stand up and defend our Lord when He is attacked by faithless people who call Him a sinner, as a fellow poet has done! See also my "
Forgive Them My Lord"
MY APHRODITE
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE FLOWERS TO ADORN YOU
YET YOU CAPTIVATE ME ,
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE INCENSE TO PRESENT YOU
YET YOU SCENT IN ME,
THOUGH I AM A BLASPHEMOUS TO WORSHIP YOU
YET YOU MAKE ME PRIEST ,
YOU ARE MY APHRODITE ,
YOU ARE MY SHORE
I SURRENDER TO YOU ,
I AM TOTALLY YOURS
I'm on a Evangelist quest
Lazarus effect
BAPTIZED the blasphemous flesh
Examining the text
Passion of Christ
Compassionate about life
For having a compassion for sacrifice
Demons have compassion of poltergeist
I have a passion for light you cant imagine what's umimagined in my sights
An I use my passion to write
As a fashion to strike
My thoughts to flash the storm
MAN
Man:
A battlefield of,
The brute and the divine is,
The eternal and the temporal,
The vulgar and the sublime,
The glorious and the heinous,
The blasphemous and the sanctified,
Thus in,
His heart
His mind and
His soul
The adversaries in perpetual
Combat remain
And
Pending on the winner,
A demon, Man turns out to be,
Or
He becomes a saint!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 MAY 2013
"The planted snakes are venomous!"
Warned q caller anonymous
"Anaconda size enormous!"
Their state with Death synonymous
Thus, price to pay not enormous...
And decision unanimous:
All pleas for ' Mercy Blasphemous',
None to try The Eponymous
Named he had Twelve Thousand Dollars,
Necks causing to wet starched collars
Planted snakes for easy money:
When cops soon breezed in, not funny
Made in the image of god,
The good seed amongst worms.
That's why I love to shed blood,
And watch the innocent squirm.
I am all that is evil,
I am all that is man.
I created devils,
I'm what you say I am.
I am blasphemous sinners,
And the holiest priests.
I lie in eyes as a shimmer,
And stomachs for feasts.
I'm what eats at your mind,
And bathes you in fire,
I make hearts unkind.
I am desire.
A Soul besmirched of its might;
Pummeled into the abyss,
A disconsolate plight;
Left with void, with butchered bliss,
Ostracized, by its own allies;
For now their fidelity surely dallies;
Oh! The revered one, what lures me behind
Show me the path, I shall grind
Forbade my blasphemous thoughts,
Reverberate my echo, to a thousand knots!
Once a connoisseur, with grandeur and glory
Now, an abdicator with a story
the dark woods 'round
fed by hallowed hell fires,
blasphemous bells toll
echoes of satan's ire.
lifeless loves, livestock & lifestyle lulled
dolefully to sleep,
dust to dust
as we all must.
will i, peaceful & saved
in God's earthen hands be laid?
surely, lest to some devil is given the spade.
for evil hearts i yet weep,
as pure souls can savage demons surround.
did christ forsee a cauldron from the calvary mound?
I don't need God today,
Just a pitcher of water
a couple of rays of lemon
chilled in the fridge
to heavenize
the lips.
Such a simple thing, a glass of chilled bliss.
No, I don't need God today, but tomorrow may be different.
Is it blasphemous to tell a simple truth?
For this little treasure chest
of simple pleasures that I sip.
Does it really make God pissed?
Tomorrow may very well be different
but for today God was trumped by a lemon.