Sophia Demas

Holbrook, New York

I am a high school teacher with honors on my degrees. I am a member of the National Historical Honor Society and I have published many poems with The National Library of Poetry. I am also published with The International Society of Poets, and am a lifetime member. I have written Sophia's autobiography. I have worked for peace in the world and my aim now is to work with all willing to put a ban on all wars to outlaw them. I am a Renaissance person and I am a great inventor. I have discovered a few ways of neutralizing nuclear weapons. I also find recreation in designing ladies clothes in European-American styles. I am excellent in sculpture, usually abstracts. I love philosophy and a sample of my own philosophy goes as follows: "People cry for freedom everywhere, for they seek to free their minds and their conscious from everything that restricts them in connecting with the Universal Conscious and INTELLECT in common good."

Andrew's Mother

Across the Spartan mountains, a classical terrain,
there stands mother dressed in black, for Andrew who waits,
He went to fight the foes of the world, the Nazis and their troops
and he got caught, and or died or lived in concentration camps.
Each passenger that passes by throughout the mountain paths,
she looks across examining to see if one of them is her son
"Andrew..." she cries "Is that you? come back home my boy!"
for you were my only son my life's love and joy".
Then years passed and she waits and then twenty four,
she aged standing in the path that she had started young.

Valley Forge

I visited a group of revolutionaries
in Valley Forge at going back in time
a teacher me and them guerrillas
of those that knew so well to fight.
I saw them when they came to the fort
after the battle,
with injuries and suffering exhaustion
and I sat beside them to tell them
how their blood has built this great
nation.
I wiped their blood in my red clean clothes
and their sweat with my white scarf
and I sat beside them to tell them
how their blood built this great land.
Their blood never left a stain on my clothes
and their sweat on my white scarf,
for our love was the same
It was the same of our country all.

St. Nicholas

The Village of St. Nicholas stood on a mountain top
with its white painted homes like snowy sheep in flock,
standing form centuries ago, you thought it would never die
until that day of darkness, that Nazis set their eyes
that set their eyes on St. Nick with evil in their hearts
and turned the lovely mountain peak into a volcano top
they burned the village of St. Nick with all it life content
the screaming of the lives blazed was nothing like you've heard
and then the voice of one exceeded all the cry
"My Country are you still around or have you put to die?"