Best Architects Poems

Your words --
Are the soft mortar
Between bricks and stones
Inside these mending walls

Your words --
Are stiff but fragile
Frames, building language and art

Words fill these empty spaces in our hearts
Thus, words are the architects of time...

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Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood...

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Musee d’Orsay grasps the hands of time.
The clock crowns; its gears move around.
Gallery-goers lookout and grin 
from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre;
the clock crowns; its gears move around.
Each eye’s drawn from inside scenes 
to the site of Sacré-Cœur without
then back again to the Degas.
Gallery goer’s lookout and...

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“Oh Prisoner,”
Warned the architect,
“I mean no disrespect. 
But you can’t climb out of jail;
These walls aren’t built to scale.”...

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Human knowledge is an edifice built by two architects: Trial and Error!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    18 December 2021...

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Voltaire just Kant angle cut it
Beauvoir broad side view
abut the narrow Rousseau 
gender Thoreau thought causeway
As Sarte Marx the entrance unlit — 
Avicena chapiters atop da Vinci pillars,
Stuart Mill sturdily sit
Arendt spiral steps turn Spinoza
down to the Alighieri depths
Socrates ambience got a Dewey dungeon
decimal Fodio...

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Illusions are the answer. You are the embodied image. Are you justifying such creation? Life is a back and forth pinball of hiding and seek. We hide when we deceive and we seek when we need. Rules applied with the forgotten truth that you subconsciously...

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LEARNING FROM WORD ARCHITECTS

What a timely wave of a brilliant idea here,
coming from the beautiful brain of Line Gauthier,
proposing the first ever PoetrySoup convention,
a real time annual event of good intention.

The creative poets, some accomplished, some amateur,
we won’t see them in their silent and enigmatic...

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In the ethereal realm, where Themis holds sway,
A cosmic ballet of justice, a metaphorical play.
Yet, in our earthly sphere, reflections intertwine,
Empower women—the catalysts of progress divine.

Like Themis, with scales, a celestial display,
Let women’s worth twirl within the sunlit ray.
Respect and recognition, whispered dreams unfold,
A symphony...

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Under the sky of revolutions, the architects of absolutes rose,
cloaked in the pride of dogmas, their words bleeding on the edge of new chains,
shouting freedom while forging other shining shackles,
and the air smelled of paradox, each faction a sharp blade
cutting its own throat, all in...

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They sowed chaos to claim their peace.
A few wars to realize their dreams.
They sell chains wrapped in freedom’s guise,
Spitting laws applied only to the weak.

They paint bombs in the colors of morality,
Parade mirages with a legal varnish.
The Empire speaks in slogans, numbers, rules,
While the poor...

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Stunned I stare from a rocky shore
As eagle architects swoop and soar.
Avian aerobats stretch my mind.
Carving arcs in cerulean air
Building an aerial cathedral

Framing clear high walls across the sky
With headlong three-sixties upside down
Form gothic spandrels toward the ground
Flickering feathers turned them around
Racing sunward as a...

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Looking at My Hands
By - Roger White
Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks.
Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs.
I lament where my hands have been is not where they are now.
Yet, slowly through the epiphany of memory, I see...

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