Short Geniuses Poems
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those who take time write
the past of present moment
on contract and for pleasure
entertain ears of the powerful
betray the spirit of the masses
imprison intellect of geniuses
I'm crazy sign of the aquarium
I am Just one person not various
you're crazy, sign of virgin
you are the one i'm searching
to be soul mate, a pair of geniuses
A genius is a man who can be dead tired
Alone in his room with the lights off,
Silence all around him,
All the while shouting at himself to
"Shut the **** up!"
So he can go to bed.
Crazy people do this too.
Geniuses are admired
the wealthy envied
the strong glorified
the powerful feared
the tricky avoided
the weak laughed at
the holy hallowed
But it is the one with
good character who is
trusted, honored, adored
Geniuses are after wisdom
Clever people are after knowledge
Fools aren't after anything
for
they know everything
thus spend their time criticizing
everything and everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2020
A nation that has a wealth of knowledge
Mainly rejected because the greed of few
Eduction is based on elitism not geniuses
Reaching full potential benefits everyone
Ideas and their creations are investments
Choose a new future learn from your past
A nation united will inspire that new future
Jamming geniuses - Wow!
Jitterbugging soul feels
joyous, with not a care!
Jovial Satchmo swings,
Joe Pass, Ella, Miles, Bird
join: samba, bebop, blues -
Jazz, a heaven on earth!
Written 13 Oct 2020
She's reticent but has a gold personality
her body is covered in white flowers
they bloom everytime my eyes look
finer-looking than all models
funnier than all comedians
smarter than all geniuses
her fearless, yet glossy eyes
stare at mine
I don't desire to wake up from this dream.
Goddess...
you are a dream!
It took mankind thousands of geniuses
And
A myriad of years our civilization to build
But
It takes only a madman and a few moments to
Bring it down!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 March 2022
-
WE ALL
MUST STAND UP TO THE MADMAN AND FIGHT
WITH ALL OUR MIGHT TO SAVE OUR WORLD!
The geniuses of the world are
The humble morons of heaven
But are there geniuses in Heaven?
No, no, no, only the Holy Trinity
On earth there are rivalries
In heaven rival and get expelled
What did Lucifer do there?
He behaved as genius, as rival
What if you rival earthly god,
Do you earn expulsion for it?
Most if not always
my consequences rest
in lamentation of spirit.
End if not means,
that crime is a call break
of thought bearing geniuses
I guess, if not pretention
That I am a man.
That everything I bare is an ordeal.
And every ordeal is quite alarming,
Wither we may loss or won,
Is a drawback in His time.
I find among the simplest
of men,
Geniuses
I find among the
strongest of men,
Weaklings
Bent on the edge
Ready to collapse
We fear within our hearts
That our fears will come
and haunt us
We know within our
souls,
What we need to be,
What we ought to do
But some how,
The spider of fate
Weaves its web
and enslaves us all
I believe in your ability to confuse us
But we are just reader who wants to pass
You are geniuses and creators of your own world
But humans on earth, just want easy bread
I believe in your ability to melt stones with your words
Your brother john, just snatched my snack
I am left alone in emptiness crying for Mercy
May your soul, never find peace
OK, Students -- Please repeat after me:
Republicans have no hearts,
(Republicans have no hearts),
While Democrats have abandoned their souls.
(While Democrats have abandoned their souls).
Yet both parties are financial geniuses,
(Yet both parties are financial geniuses).
~ When it comes to digging vast deficit holes ...
Africa's venerated literary
icon with words of eloquence
esoteric to the blind.
Distinguished in letters
for ages infinite.
Unequaled in intellect,
and a gadfly of constructive
dissenting views.
Soyinka,
You are indeed a priceless
asset to the black race.
The wise grey-haired doyen
of literary geniuses,
whose genius is in a century
once seen,
and in a millennium, ten times.
Form:
A Stevie Winwood song,
A hit for his band "Traffic"
And it really says so much
For those of us staring at these "empty pages"...
How insightful musical geniuses can be
Yet how often they derail their own lives
With drugs, and other wanton abandonment
I salute Winwood for apparently bucking that trend
I await the day ahead,
Where I find ink,
To fill my pen,
And add substance...
To the empty pages
Of my life.
Welcoming geniuses and madmen to the crazy glass towers
Watching titans through a misted lens
Seeing only tomorrow on yesterday's today
Turning people into numbers
Fighting through the past
Running blindly through the present
Fixated, on a desolate destiny
-Note-
Although I haven't posted in a while, I felt compelled to pen this 10-minute piece to express myself and get some crazy thoughts out of my mind.
I walk into a cool place with friends, I'M bad company
I engulf myself with knowledge, geniuses say I'm bad company
I act alone, To me I'm bad company,
When helping others, In the end. I'm bad company,
I try motivating everyone, I'm bad company,
Me and you try so hard to get along, yet I'm the bad company,
I've learned to write what I hear, all I hear is I'm bad company,
I've learned to read but all there was to read is I'm bad company
Form:
J-ust another night is gone,
E-arly break of new day;
S-hining sun is so bright,
S-hadows have faded
A-way.
P-retty, nice and so lovely
A-re her qualities by far;
V-ery good young girl,
I-ntelligent as geniuses
A-re.
V-iew in front of me
I-s a beautiful woman;
L-ady with a sweet smile,
L-ikes to soar as she can.
A-pril fouteenth dawn
C-limbs up to the highest;
R-eaching the peak or top,
U-ntil the light finds the
Z-est.
A Preacher and a Teacher
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013
The preacher preached with all his might
Sunday morning and Sunday night.
The teacher taught day after day
In her unique and confident, scholarly way.
If the preacher preached
Has the teacher teached?
Or if the teacher taught
Did the preacher praught?
Interesting thought in all of this,
Or have I something amazingly missed?
I guess the answer may never be found
With all the geniuses hanging around.
Young days start with a nostalgia
for a lost freedom
Anxiety was the prime suspect.
As the age moves on,
truth consumes the virtue.
I hold this insult
in the throes of conscience with tears.
The dreams did not last long
in the wild eyes of geniuses.
Grace and dignity fell short of sinners.
The prince of blackness strode
on the white souls.
I could not have been a witness
of paradox.
Lacked in the old books
I still wait on the highway
for a sun to climb the hill.