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Stereo Man (It Takes Two?)
Stereo Man (It Takes Two?)
I’m a stereo man, and I carry two phones,
have two homes in two states (each sports car that awaits).
I’ve been married two times but find sin better match
for my partner’s been with me (a sign?) twice as long
as ‘pre’ marriages’ span. Was that somehow God’s plan?
Well, I feel twice as happy as ever before!
I’m a stereo man, with two billfolds, therefore
I don’t need a male purse and have less cause to curse
if one’s stolen or lost. I wear slacks (not sarong)
for two pockets behind (both have buttons to latch).
Got two mitts (and two feet), left one wipes, right to greet,
both born hooked to ‘dem’ shoulders or hips with ‘dry bones.’ (1)
I’ve two TVs at home, big screen’s shared with my friends,
small by bed (just in case I’ve an itch for some space).
There’re two friends (2) I love dearly, whose comments ‘are’ terse,
yet risk more than “I like it,” or “that one’s so great!”
But for many, this ask seems an unpleasant task!
What I’ve bared’s black and white! What friends take is my call?
Can a friend be too close? Those who take what transcends
all past warmth that they’ve known (don’t risk too), get outshone?
Or is taking what’s given a gift? (Not perverse)?
Must all friendships be work, dear? Why can’t they be fate?
Is a pleasure sought twice more my joy or a vice?
May one woman’s true love be sufficient, not all!
Long Tooth
January 22nd in 2022
Poet’s Notes:
(1) “Now hear the Word of the Lord!” - From an old ***** Spiritual Song.
(2) James Heaton is a friend I grew up with in Woodward, OK (who became
a chief technical writer for Bell Helicopter).
Mohammed Khan (who hails from India) is a great friend and poet I met on
PoemHunter.com. Poemhunter.com is also a free poetry website where those
who love to write poetry can post their poems and meet others who share
their passion. Mohammed’s passion is to give talented new poets exposure
in published books. ‘Author’s United’ is a small publishing house that he
founded to do this. It has released five anthologies that included several of
my poems pro bono. His dream is that book sales will make it self-sustaining.
Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend,
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown-
Ponder about its existence
Let not a single thing unexamined
Any stunning flower untouched
Any majestic bird unobserved
Any magnificent fish unnoticed
And tell me
Isn't life a miracle?
An unbelievable story?
An inconceivable design?
Yet
A mesmerizing reality?
Look how heaven and earth are put together:
A harmonious whole operating with such precision and
With a single purpose in mind- LIFE!
Tell me, could this great design be the outcome of chance?
Of a hazardous consequence?
Or
The work of blind forces?
Look closer my friend, once again,
Pay attention to the details of this incredible miracle of life
Look how things are so wisely operating
Observe the relationship between a flower and a bee
How they are interrelated,
Interconnected and
Interdependent
Marvel how, although they both are so transient,
They maintain eternity
Note the way they obey the cosmic laws
Thus
Enacting the choreography of life and death that divinity has conceived
And by doing so they become divine themselves and their art holy
Let us, my friend,
Be inspired by them and let us create our own
Harmonious coexistence
Our own choreography, inspired by God,
For
To incarnate His will in reality
So as to glorify His creation
And us to live in peace as He meant us to live!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2019
* This is my 2400th poem.
Thank all those who have commented on my poems since 2012! I also thank PoetrySoup because they have helped my poems become known thus they were published in books and anthologies. Soon, I think to stop posting. God bless you all my friends.
There is poetry that runs freely through these veins
Authentic eccentric even society could never change.
For the poetry that runs through these veins
Comes from years of criticism, rejection and pain
Check the poetry in these veins that runs.
Born from carrying the weight placed on
shoulders heavy like boulders as the world
grows colder.
Original Poetree is the name for it is me
I am he whether or not you choose to believe
That it ’s the poetry running through these veins
That has set me free.
Yes indeed none shall impede the energy
Possessed to succeed and become all
I am mean to be phonetically poetically
I indulge in the banquet of prose as the
Poetry continues to runs its course through the
veins inside of me. Call it gluttony call it greed.
This poetry does not ask permission it breaks down doors
From the tip of the pen to the sole of the feet walking along
The poetic path on the floor.
There is poetry that runs through these veins from my
Creative core.
It screams at 3 AM when the world is sleeping. It’s not waiting for applause
or publication, or validation.
in the space between
your listening
and my speaking.
This poetry is alive.
not the kind that sits pretty in coffee shops
waiting to be discovered,
There is poetry that runs through these veins—
not the kind you find pressed between pages
of dusty anthologies,
that pulses with every heartbeat,
that courses through capillaries like lightning through storm clouds.
A Letter to Myself
Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch
Should I stop showing the world
Such a pitiful and pathetic face
As it twists and grapples
Dug in my heart
With its suffocating blade
Of aloneness
Where I am lost
When are the fluorescing lines
Of my gratitude
What are my words praises to love
With this eternal gift
Floating me in the fires
Of hot air balloons
But still gut wrenches out my soul
In this separation
“Come on,” I tell myself
What wrapped delight have I known more
I should be proud of my hunger
Feed it with all the imagined embraces
Just for her
More a rock I should
Than this wet dripping weak kneed flannel be
More colourful and joyous
In my need
In deliverance believes
Faith it should be
For the ever bonded
To such a fate
Allows my love to consume me
Her heart so tender
Must needs better of me
Than this whimpering sop
Who’s begging and pleading
Has no real foundation in my bones
More eloquent is she
More rapturous
Than the blazing anthologies of Isis
The hymn and rhythm of her
Calls to me
Shout of exultant
Piercing forever’s follicle
Permeable
She saturates
More a kin to glory I should be
More humbled
And less bent to paupers knee
To lift her ankle
And kiss her feet
Rather I should not
Die so
But
Live
Poetry has helped me maximize
enjoyment of my functionality as a person
so blessed by the Lord in my capacity as a writer,
teacher, social worker, values coach and an orphanage mother.
I thank God for using poetry to enhance my creative writing skills
through exposure to different free verse and rhyme forms
such as monorhyme, couplets, tristich, quatrains;
as well as to varied techniques.
Without poetry, I would be stuck to academic
writing pursuits in composing news and editorials, while
checking and editing research papers. Also, I would not be given
the privilege to teach and be a mentor to students aspiring to be poets.
With poetry, I am become more fulfilled, believing that I am doing my best
in glorifying my Saviour while expressing my praises through poems
that testify of His love, grace and mercy, along with my gratitude
for His redemption, forgiveness, and peace.
If it wasn’t for poetry, I would not be a member of this vibrant PS Family. I could have missed the opportunities to learn from fellow poets, to have my poems published online and be a part of anthologies, to build friendships with global poets, and to share my faith in the Almighty with freedom and joy.
December 4, 2023
1st place, "If it wasn't for poetry" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/5/2023
I readily admit that at composing poetry I'm a rookie.
I've yet to be invited by a firm to publish for me a "bookie!"
Flattering friends tell me that I'm a budding Robert Frost.
Ha! That I'll believe when my name on a cover is embossed!
I've sent poems to so-called experts - they claim they are smitten!
Oft they gush, "My boy, that's the greatest poem ever written!"
But do they offer for my chef d'oeuvre any remuneration?
No! For inclusion in THEIR book I must pay THEM compensation!
"Win thousands of dollars in prizes!" the journals proclaim!
"Enter our contest and you'll garner world-wide acclaim!
You have a genius for expressing your thoughts!" they often say.
I've yet to see my poems even published as "Poem of the Day!"
"You're invited to our convention to read your poem!" they gush!
"The spotlight is on you - over the audience falls a hush!"
Is it worth paying two-thousand bucks for a tad of fleeting fame?
I think not - please include me out of your nefarious game!
I'll wager Poe, Guest, Burns, Keats or even Ogden Nash,
Didn't have to go thro' such inane folderol to make a smash!
They can keep their anthologies, I'll not perpetuate their scams.
I'll just keep composing for kith and kin my very humble gems!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
This sums up my experience with poetry.com!!
A book is the beginning of a prayer born of hope, faith and love discovered within the pages of some writer’s glistening ink - quote by poet
Dust piled in layers
On books and anthologies, laying
Silently along the shelves
Where my thoughts would reveal
Endless moments spent traveling
Through page after page
Of poetry and promises
Pure, potent prayers
Praising with ink
Reading like an embrace
To the heart and the soul
Of one who knows that life
Lived on the ragged edges
Of a paperback dream
Is a life lived in light, laughter
Love that grows wilder
With each passing prayer
Yearning for a chance to whisper
Thank you in God’s ear
For the music of mystery
The longing in literature
The friend in fiction
The praise in poetic prose
The rushing winds beneath
A romance beckoning for joy
Found within the creased pages
Of history and happiness
A book is a brilliant blaze
Of inspiration and hope
A colorful creation crafted
On the empty page
As it’s filled with delight
Insight, a stirring of faith
Falling across the spirit in waves
Of grace and inspirational
Musings to reach out to the one
Who knows that a book holds the key
To creativity in tears of
Sensitivity and soothing solace
Awakening the mind to knowledge
The heart to feelings fully alive
And the spirit to the warmth
Of a soft, gentle affection
My senior retirement was the completion of a phase in my life,
I discovered my love for writing.
My poems would appear in anthologies,
There for someone else's pleasure.
I would achieve heights difficult to comprehend,
Reaching the William Shakespeare level.
To publish books, a dream come true,
I would invite relatives and friends to read about my experiences.
Knowing I have had very fulfilling chapters in my life,
To continue to discover my love for playing the piano.
My parents' lessons at the Royal Conservatory,
Appreciated at a senior level at teas.
With a repertoire of church,classical,contemporary,popular,and Christmas music,
I would continue to discover crafts, like knitting and making necklaces.
Participated in bazaars and craft sales,
Socially church and choir guested.
To be complimented by good neighbours,
The blessings of being involved with our very own Christmas Choir.
Which sang beautifully complimented with tea and cookies,
I became a hostess with excellence.
Blessed with days with my handsome and beautiful relatives,
Dinning together with exempliary reunions.
A love for fashions as a senior guested,
Beautiful walks along the conservation area.
Slimness is next to Godliness,
Being senior continues to be an excellent passage to tomorrow.
Author Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
And there she stood waiting to be settled
Upon the seas and rocks they peddled
A vast wonder with the hopes of plenty
So onward they colonized in groups of about twenty
From the ships they sailed for months with so many
The British matched on first in the 16th century
And joining together were the first thirteen colonies
Massachusetts and Virginia, New Hampshire
Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina
And so it was written in ink in the old anthologies
Maryland, New Jersey, Delaware, Connecticut,
New York, Pennsylvania, Rhode island
Across rugged natural land
They landed on Plymouth’s sands
With an eagerness and guns in their hands
They fished and hunted and made plans
And here they lived in homes of dirt and sands
With thatched roofs and fireplaces for heat
And they cooked venison for meat
Travel was limited on foot and horses of mass
And steps for mounting were made for women
Trails made for way of the wheel that couldn’t be surpassed
“Gigs” replaced traveling chairs then came wagons and carriages,
that would take them to church to say their prayers, and attend marriages
And so that was the way it was, back in those years
North America was settled
Through the trials and the sweat and tears
A nation that has since grown and prospered from the frontiers
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