Zeus devine
Stuck in Kronos time
Unable to leave
this is where i sleep
For millennia has past
I am not sad
I have watch the world grow an crumble
I got to learn it all
Seen citys rise and fall
Watched the waters wipe it clean
Sands bury the scene
And fire burn it to ash
What i learned from these supervised centuries
Is there are a few things that will alway be around
Of course love and hope can always be found
But what struck me the most is the humanity
When everyone is down and out
there's always someone ready to stand for the count
For what is right, they will always fight
For the defenseless and the Innocence until their end
"Some places are pitch black"
Deserted by other children
The darkened playroom confronts The Kid
"I must be supervised"
By which he means
Protected from the powers of darkness
The would-be supervisor
In turn is confronted
With tight tunnels and tiny staircases
And an accumulated coating
Of kiddy grime
Which doesn't bother the Kid.
He is unamused by pulling of scary faces
From within the labyrinth's cramped atrium
But instead requires illumination for his explorings
From a torch he has handy.
Disappointed that he must proceed alone
For reasons of size and stature
Exhorting "Try! Try!"
Yet he goes bravely forward.
Crawling through intestinal convolutions
Lit up as much as possible by the torchlight
Up into the high reaches of the system
Sliding finally down a long tube and out
Through a slippery exit passage
This is a prototype
Of a non-living carnivore
With which we can peacefully coexist
Relatively unscathed
(Sappho and Leuceus drunk,fighting over who invented the Stanza)
Lesbos howls with song and mgosi tonight,
Leuceus thumbs the table-claims my Stanza his,
I toss my hair,sip the sqo,my daughter lightning-
Let Ogun decide!
He stutters of meters,I of love divine,
He waves his laptop,I smash my Zamalek beer glass to silence
The gods choke at their peptic ulcers-
Mami Wata takes sides.
Tomorrow the'll call me fallen,sinner,muse of rain,
But in their shame,they'll still steal my rhythm,
He'll drown in envy's cup,Ill wake to babalazi
Makoti sing my song
Explanation of words
mgosi-gossip
sqo-as in traditional beer
Zamalek: Black Label Carling beer
Ogun: The god of war
mami wata:mother of water is a symbol of beauty and that's all men want to hear
babalazi-a massive hangover
makoti- ''Maak ons tee'' in Afrikaans meaning ''Make us tea''.This is what will happen to school dropouts;just think about the fate of this one: a young married woman supervised by a grumpy old woman who complaints about anything under the son.
A nation rainbow
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
Possibly the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialism
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
Classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class, and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
Their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone's
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
I loved my childhood summers
In the mountains, where we stayed
In a small, one-bedroom bungalow
Where memories were made.
We didn’t mind the lack of space;
Outside were fields of grass
With lots of friends to hang with -
Oh, how quickly time did pass!
In day camp we had arts and crafts;
We swam and ran around
And played on teams in every sport
Where balls or nets were found.
Specifics now have vanished
From the cells inside my brain,
But the happy feelings overall
Still powerfully remain.
We had such freedom then as kids;
Our days belonged to us.
So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!”
We bounded home, no fuss.
The youth today, on hearing this,
Would not know what I mean,
For summers now are supervised
Or spent before a screen.
Steel Ruler
My steel ruler, Mr I Will
Toy With Your
Affections, passed away
last Wednesday. The doctor said it was a
severe, sudden disease that
was going around that got her. At her funeral in
the backyard I sung to
her her favourite vowels i and v, then I
confessed for her to be the
Cheese Stick snatcher. My stationary wept, then I
supervised, judged, a
celebration adagio that was
secretly a
competition. Of course, the ones whom didn’t move
slowly were
automatically OUT! And the winner was:
Mr Hole Puncher. No prize was given. Who placed
2nd? Well, in
my mind there’s
no 2nd.
Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
The Nile was serene
its riverbank green
Cleopatra the Queen
supervised poverty obscene
Ancient Egypt's glory?
'twas short, brutish and mean
for builders of pyramids
worn out at eighteen
must be nice
re-united are souls separated on Earth,
memories come to life, once again.
Uncles, Aunts, grandpas and grandmas -
a newly formed family, up in heaven.
must be nice
Whilst we still hold on to past departures,
for death still stings when days turn cold,
as scars attempt to re-surface, deep within our hearts.
Food is harder to swallow, gulping down liquids to help ease the throat meant to tempt the tears to fall.
must be nice
Oh how we wish we could gain access to supervised visits, sanitise our sensitivity,
for those who left before you are now blessed to have you.
must be nice -
we miss you, no matter the years gone by,
we miss you, especially on Christmas time.
18 December 2022
"Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelly
The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow
Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive
Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view
How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline
The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere
Studying promotes duality:
A setting of class formality
What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron
Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer
The way to be happy is to
Make others happy ou of the blue
Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind
Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope
Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability
I have got a little heaven
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven
Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease
As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans
Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.
Morality is mainly
The product of compassionate acts
That
Are inspired by the divine,
Supervised by wisdom,
And
Applied by love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 September 2022
A means was hurriedly devised
To have their profiles revised,
A great deal improvised
And staff strictly supervised…
Also, a means to be apprised
Of Interview questions not surmised,
To have them earlier analyzed
For minds to be better advised…
And what it should cost summarized
To have the inspector’s toilet standardized,
His official car customized
And reserved fruits liquidized!
All ahead of his notified inspections
With staff-dropping intentions.
I will not say it’s not you, it’s me.
I could not insult you like this.
I want you to know however….
I am not going to be able to write a reference letter.
It’s not that I do not like you, for I certainly do.
I have never supervised you.
You need to ask a supervisor.
Not using a supervisor might indicate that
you do not get along well with your supervisors.
Also, I only worked with you about six days.
That is also not impressive on a reference letter.
If they ask me if you are reliable, dependable, punctual,
or trustworthy, I would have to say I have no idea.
I enjoy your friendship, but you need to do yourself a favor
and ask a supervisor to write you a reference letter.
Not a single one of them would out of seven?
I am sorry, but I have no advice, only appreciation that you asked me.
To do you the best favor, however, I have to say no.
She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide
Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised
all I said to her was, " your beautiful" no less, no more,
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside
Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere
Oh she was beautiful in ways only nature could not misconstrue
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you "
July 15, 2021
Sponsor Name: Regina McIntosh
Contest Name: Touch My Heart
I have tons of dreams amid the night's agony.
My optimism was tainted by despair.
Is there a cure to reignite passion?
Even anxiety found me sad.
The walls of the soul were silent.
The definition of wanting was inhibited.
And now I find myself at the ending of the hallway.
I am vigorously and repeatedly supervised.
Have faith in healing, waiting for relief.
We are puzzled by social visions.
The sharp focus is like a cloud.
The light on the Dark Ages.
Appears and vanishes.
Meaningless.
Stress.
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