Best Edifice Poems
Only when,
The edifice of happiness,
Is:
Conceived,
Designed,
Built
And
Maintained
By
Wisdom
And
Supervised by unselfishness
Could
Withstand the test of time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 October 2015
The Heart of The Edifice
In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine,
and brush is the thickest
Standing so tall and blissful
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
A rock structure that use to be the heart
Of the edifice where long time recurrence
Of lives that lived with endurance
The, hiss, crackling fire persuades
Warm comfort
From a chilly cold winter day,
Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
That chills to the bone
The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven
Now habitat of nature's small creatures
A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
Standing so tall and blissful
In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
1/2/2014
They asked me what I wanted
For they would bestow it to me
But to be unambiguous in what I wanted
I wanted a yellow house
Painted in canary yellow
With a neat white trim all over.
With the most triangular angularity
Painted in the queerest brightness of white
In the front wall was to be a huge window
The most mammoth window
Carefully frosted
Depicting a grand piano of majestic magnitude
I would be in there playing, playing, playing
I would be in there playing, playing the piano
All of this would be perched on a biggest hill
The brightest green hill
The brightest yellow sun
All shining down upon me
As I play my piano
I acquired what I wanted
But forgot the tell them
I want friends to play with too
I want people to talk to too
But I forgot
I forgot the necessity of those
To talk to
Human relationships
I had a yellow house
Neatly painted a canary yellow
With white trim all over
With a roof of the most triangular angularity
Painted the queerest brightness of white
With a huge frosted window
With a great black, grand piano
All on top of the greenest, grassiest hill
All wrapped up for me
But for miles and miles
All around me
No one was there to talk to
All around me was the greenest, grassiest grass
Shining from the buttery sun
They even gave me beautiful flowers
But
They gave me
No one
To talk to
I sat there playing, playing, playing
My heart out
No one was there to hear it
Except the yellow house
The uncharted world outside
I would give
The yellow house
With all the white trim
With all the perfectly angular roof
With the frosted window
With the great piano
With the buttery sun
With the grassy hill
With the blue sky
Just for some company
We ought not forget that the edifice of one's success is partly built on the good will of others!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2017
As if Narcissus could look
Into a weeping pool
Yet still on reflection fall in love
The ancient tears, which were gathered there
Around the puddle of our history
In silent memoriam
And what the heart does not see
And when the eyes refuse to see
They bury conscience in constructions of fake mythologies
Behold this instant of gratification
The grinning desperate smiles of satisfaction
A blind mask to ratify a parasitic dream
With each mouthful of its sweetest morsel
A bitter bite on sickly candy coated floss
To disguise the poison lurking in the after taste
And to all we flock and sing our praise
And more and more to gratify our days
While the delicate cost and vicious price rapes us, from inside
Each second of entertainment
Spews the starvation of unseen children
And rattles with its consumerist indifference, the confidence of all our lies
We are the product of fallen and bloodied innocence
And the sickness of this truth
Is gnawing at the entrails of our comfortable lives
We were lead into this deception
Bullied and tyrannised into acceptance
Deceived by the clever wool pulled surreptitiously over our eyes
We were driven into the arms of fear
To the isolation we all feel while living here
On this inescapable planet of our unity with all the rest of our human family
The hubris of the edifice
Would have you already beaten
Already chained you to their system
Already enslaved you to their dominion
Already chuckling in your veins
As for this life you have you have paid
To the parasites who think they can command your every action
And each second of entertainment
Spews the starving bellies of unseen children
While the sickness of this truth
Gnaws at the entrails of our comfortable lives
How can we ever hope to rest
Or grasp our true happiness
While every smile is the desperateness
Of denial
Friendship's edifice should never be built in haste
Because much time we need to put each stone in place
Then solid and strong shall be and would look sublime
Ready to, surely, withstand the harsh test of time!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 January 2021
Oh how we value artifice;
Indeed we'll bow and 'scrape'
Upon a stage of the falsest rage We hang;
on every word and break
The props are real to viewers
the plots we know by heart
They’re lionized and idolised
most people of these arts
We imbue them with much value
Though some are not so good.'
There seems an understanding
That the softer life is best
Though of those that there 'labour'
seem limp wristed in the main
However this easy life it seems
Was the choice of harder brains.
©Joe Maverick 25-2-2018
For words were my clays and in wisdom they were burnt
The Potter the mighty One his clays He tender to
smoothen that they be made into shapes
4:1 Hear, ye children, the instruction
of a father, and attend to know
understanding. 4:2 For I
give you good doc
Forsake ye not
my law.
4:3
The edifice of my mind made granites instructions
For I was my father's son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother. He taught me also, and said unto
me, Let thine heart retain my words:
keep my commandments,
and live Get
wisdom,
And the architect my foundation understanding mingled
calculation forget it not; neither decline from the words of my mouth. 4:6 Forsake her not, and she shall
preserve thee: love her, and she shall keep
thee. 4:7 Wisdom is the principal
thing; therefore get
wisdom:
and with all thy getting get understanding. 4:8 Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honour
, when thou dost embrace her. 4:9 She shall give
to thine head an ornament of grace: a crown
of glory shall she deliver to thee. 4:10
Hear, O my son, and receive my
sayings; and the years of
thy life shall be many
4:11 I have taught
thee in the
way of
wisdom; I have led thee in right paths. 4:12 When thou goest, thy steps shall not be straitened; and when thou runnest
thou shalt not stumble. 4:13 Take fast hold of
instruction; let her not go: keep her; for she
is thy life. 4:14 Enter not into the path
of the wicked, and go not in the
way of evil men.
Foundations rocked on words wisdom, instructions, built my edifice a tall ivory building called shelter
My body is an office block?
There are streets between my toes?
My heart just another floor,
?I couldn't help but notice ?
I'm wearing antenna thorns.
?
My insides have closing doors.?
There are carpets floor to floor?
My windows are my eyes ?
Can I see through a hundred eyes??
My lungs are air-conditioned, so my breath is always cold.
?
They build you up?
Just to tear you down ?
And to shake the earth beneath you
This building is merely an edifice ?
To be made and unmade in time.
Wisdom is an edifice built brick by brick over a long period of trial and error!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 October 2018
Ancient big building
One look at thousand of years
Red wall, white snow.