Unbearable is the pain when we lose someone we very much cherish
But unimaginable, the pain becomes when we see a youth perish!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 March 2023
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*At least 57 people were killed when a passenger train carrying more than 350 people of whom the vast majority were students, collided with a freight train on Tuesday, shortly before midnight, in Tempi, near the city of Larissa, leaving strewn carriages and heaps of debris in its wake. There are more than 80 people injured. The number of victims is going to rise, officials say. I dedicate this small poem to the memory of the people who have lost their lives due to a tragic human error!
Categories:
tempi, death, pain, youth,
Form: Couplet
Happy was Death last night
When he saw the youth coming his way
He observed them with delight
Knowing that it was their last day.
At once his arms opened wide
For his heart was filled with great joy
And after watching the trains collide
He embraced every girl and boy.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 March 2023
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*At least 57 people were killed when a passenger train carrying more than 350 people of whom the vast majority were students, collided with a freight train on Tuesday, shortly before midnight, in Tempi, near the city of Larissa, leaving strewn carriages and heaps of debris in its wake. There are more than 80 people injured. The number of victims is going to rise, officials say. I dedicate this small poem to the memory of the people who have lost their lives due to a tragic human error!
Categories:
tempi, death, pain, youth,
Form: Quatrain
The glowing light 'pon sparse clouds
Radiates a golden glow
Orange marmalade sun tips the far
horizon and waltzes slow
Light changes slowly to clear bright
The birds' chorus crescendos
Joined by the whirr of a hummer
Mornings sung in tempos
The plural of Crescendo can be crescendos, crescendoes, or crescendi
The plural of Tempo can be tempos or tempi..
Categories:
tempi, life,
Form: Rhyme
Prima colazione sbagliata
Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.
Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò
Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled.
Mi sentivo mescolate
Mi sento arruffato
Vorrei dimenticare
Se i nostri tempi ti penti
Il mio amore soffocato
Le mie emozioni accoppiato
English / Italian
Wrong Breakfast
You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet.
Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled.
I am trying so hard just to forget.
My inner self tumbled, bumbled.
I felt shuffled
I feel ruffled.
I would rather forget.
If our times you regret.
My love muffled,
My emotions coupled.
Categories:
tempi, dedication, faith, food, husband,
Form: Light Verse