Short Servants Poems
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Indentured as servants,
and not as our masters
Words are conscripted
—their meanings enslaved
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
often, those who piously claim to be
taxpayers' servile servants
are but public serpents!
Shadowed expressions seek peaceful minds
through echoes of dawn's funny song
while servants eyes desire escaped expressions
through ones journey
Form:
Many candidates
for public office
who claim to be
public servants
oftentimes turn out
to be public serpents.
Cats are okay I guess
If you really want only a guest
But for a pet whose love never ends
Dogs are both family and friend
Dogs have masters
Cats have servants
Tongues that instill fear by the use of vicious words are servants of hate!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2017
* Inspired by Alexis. Y poem, "Survivor"
Sleepy I am as I contemplate my navel
Dreamed of relaxing in my castle quite palatial
Servants to fan me
And when I pee
They pull up my pantaloons, quite playful
Sadly, Sally Wix's silly sixth son Sam's slippery silk sheets
were severely soiled so several sad servile servants scoured
Sally Wix's silly sixth son Sam's soiled slippery silk sheets
Having a high regard for the Lord
lets a prayer be heard by God.
Obedience to His commands
even during troubles
is quite important.
He shall be with
true servants
through the
storm.
new misogynistic hatred
springs forth from the altar
worship my deity
breathe the chemical imbalance
and choke on my godhead
you, who are meager
you, who are my servants
you emaciated addicts
y'all can have your 100
I'm seeking a higher plain in life
I'm striving for
200
a faithful servants reward, FOR MY LIFE
8/26/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
If the masses works a slaves and servants
For these politician… great and giants
Poverty will prevail
More families will fail
There will be a war of the plants and ants.
For follow the leader contest
Majestic Mountain,
You Are My Beauty Today.
Stand Tall Mighty One.
I Have But One Wish,
To Let You Captivate Me.
My Eyes Are Servants.
Your Snow Entrances.
Your Power Seen Through Your Height.
It Manifests Love.
Lord reach in to your servants..' Be help and
Sustenance in these troubled times.' O Lord
Look not away from humanity, send counsel
Against the wiles of satan, I ask this in Jesus
Under the blood and by the Holy Spirit I plead.!
If Allah do any harm to you
No one else but Allah can remove it
If He wants to do some good to you
There’s none to keep back His favors a bit
He gives it to the servants of His liking
And He is the Most Forgiving Merciful Being.
Poetry like your love reveals all my untruths. It is amazing how naked our words can make us. Poets we are. Servants only to the ink which exposes us. Ambiguous in nature but defining in language.
Poets, my ink is your forever yours.
I wont entertain these stillborn
Ideas with a bandanna and a cross
I wont bargain for insurance
While fake servants roam the floor
There's no love on my tongue
For pasty, plastic American dripping dreams
The thief of the garage
Stole my conscience
Seven Servants of Hate
Behind heavens beauty, there sometimes lies the serpent of hate
What pleases the eye, sometimes may poison the heart
Beware the servant who entices with the rose
And strikes with the thorn
Love disguised
Uncovered
Hate
Light
Portrays the scene
Defines what is seen
In convincing detail..
It seems that
Light is a word which
Like all words are
Servants of separation..
Yet light in effulgent
Resonance may erase
An old and write
A new story...
Serenading with sermons at services,
Serious seraphims searched out self-serving serpents.
But serrated silver certainly surpasses serenity.
Sirloin snake steaks seared and served by servants.
Written 11/26/17
for Barry Stebbings/Alliteration Contest
tithes, alms to atone for lies and murder
politician, shrewd provider
feeling saved all over
often, those who piously claim to be
taxpayers' servile servants
are but public serpents !
Who runs Oz? The task,
A public servant you must ask!
PS clerk run our land,
Admirably, it's quite grand,
As they will tell you, tee hee,
They run budgets efficiently,
Managing Oz quite capably,
Pollies come and pollies go,
PS clerks are keeping on, lo!
Atop thy holy hill,
Thy pine – so banished – weeps.
It reaches high for clouds of rye
But falters incomplete.
Atop thy holy hill,
Thy servants kneel and pray.
In holy stone thy bell atones
And beckons forth the day.
‘Why dost thou hide behind thy wooden doors…’
My Lord,
I Thee implore to hear my plea:
Last on Thy list of your humblest of servants let
My soul a place to find
While
Disregarding my heart’s request, first to be on
The list of mankind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 August 2015
I have my lovely twins
they love me so much
they are dutiful servants
compassionate they are
I’m never left lonely
when one is cooking
the other prepares bed
when one is on duty
the other one waits
to take over gladly
that is, life and death!
always together but apart