Best Monolithic Poems
Grand emotions
Monolith
Sending my soul
To the dark abyss
My store of strength is
Paper-thin
Lying beneath
Monolithic skin
Reaching upward,
I dare not try
To touch the obelisk
Shining high
The substrate of my soul
Is dark, and small, and
Still. It folds
Into the darkness of
Silent space
Monolithic obelisk
Gone….not a trace.
Humanity's edifice shouldn't be built with monoliths but with myriads of well-placed stones!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
06 July 2016
An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones
and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands.
Though they appear on different continents, they share
mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained.
Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind,
or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago?
Commissioned by modern man or the hierarchy of occult?
Vertical, they stand, monoliths in fields of space and time,
Silent are the henges, forged in history, draped in moss
circular in shape, one age old set encircling the other.
Praised as an archaeological wonder, aligning with the sun,
a healing place or time's gateway used by priest and Druids?
The Georgian stones appear to me as a set of double doors,
Inscribed on their surfaces are lines of grave warning and laws.
heralding "truth, beauty and love, passion faith and tradition."
One distinct language, and a guide limiting world population.
Perhaps Stonehenge is just a monument to the dead, but that's
not the simple minded perception that rolls around in my head.
I believe there's something more significant to the ancient stones
that we can only conceive if the Druids want it made known.
November 27, 2021
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Terrific Monolithic Systemic
made monolithic
that they thought was terrific
also systemic
shadows stretched
from unblinking stone
a sun dares trespass
it's obsidian skin cold
wind whispers unknowns
of forgotten wars
iron tears flown
upon obsidian flank, rust
earth exhales silence, ancient
shrouds frozen breath, dust
within its hollow soul
pushing the rank crust
pulse, violet dark
strange geometries bloom
in the frost upon a base, lost
flock of silent wraiths, gather
circles unknown speak, daggers
ravens scream, unseen
taste of ash n bone
bitter stone
in the air somewhere lingers
broken metronome, marching
sounds all shone
nowhere home, north
a ragged crone, standing
cold monolithic, grace
waiting, watching all alone