Best Vault Poems
Peonies plum and white
on the table of grace
at nigh sundown's scarlet;
greet the hour with fragrance
as dusk becomes starlit.
Peonies plum and white
bring joy to the evening
of gold tinged memory,
from the gemmed purple vault
of old time's treasury.
Peonies plum and white
from the sunlit glory
of peach, satin breezes;
frills in vanity's vase
with a charm that pleases.
Peonies plum and white
in a hint of gold rays
at evening of the noon;
as grape shadows turn black
in shadows of the moon.
Have you had thoughts within your mind that weighed like a brick
Kept deep within your soul and burdensome from becoming so thick
Nothing else will ever compare to the prodigious magnitude of it
Keeping them trapped within your vault that you have constructed
The sphinx holds secrets,
meant to remain secret.
Ancient secrets, alchemy,
are not meant for uneducated minds.
Those ignorant of this ancient lifestyle,
must never know the secrets.
Modern minds are incapable of controlling,
modern technology;
ignorance and overconfidence,
can destroy universes;
such has been, too many times before.
Past civilizations,
on the road to techno-marvels,
self-destructed;
Atlantis, Mu, Lemuria, are among them…
cowering beneath Neptune’s waters.
Tthe human species,
pursues destruction,
more than anything else.
Sphinx is wise, to protect her vault.
When the species,
collectively realizes it’s own failings,
Sphinx will divulge the combination,
to unlock her vault.
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
Olympic stuff ain’t easy
I’ve false started many times
At the traffic lights
At meal times
Conversations in the office lounge area
And other events I’d rather not mention
Alright go on then
Let me fill you in
At McDonald’s
At the flipping birds
At peristerophobia
At the park
Pole vaulting is not a dangerous sport
But the internet has told me
Even though a pole requires
A hefty investment
It is necessary
When l look back on my life
The moments l tend to remember
Are ones of pure unconditional kindness
So pure and tender
Locked away in my hearts vault
Available, safe and sound
When feeling disappointed or disillusioned
I open that vault…..restoring my faith abound
Memories fade
Not vanish
Kept locked in the depth
Of our minds vault!
Under the vast vault of the night, the story unfolds,
A silver river winding through deep dreams,
The moon, a silent dancer, spins on the canvas of the sky,
The breeze whispers prayers that have traveled through time.
The waves of life carry us like leaves on water,
We, travelers without a compass, gaze at the infinite sky,
We invoke a light to free us from the dense shadows,
A heavy mantle of melancholy that envelops our souls.
Invisible queen, we kneel under your serene gaze,
Embrace us with your love that transcends time,
Release us from the burden of anxieties that press upon us,
Lift us to realms of eternal peace and tranquility.
Our souls, pale stars in the endless night,
Find solace in the brilliance of the queen of stars,
Her face emerges from the mists like a sweet promise,
Of a clear morning that dispels the shadows of doubt.
Caught in the nets of consciousness, we seek fragile balance,
The unceasing prayer binds us to heaven and earth,
The bridge of light redeems us from the deep darkness,
And gives us wings to fly toward untouched desires and dreams.
Your gentle presence, an eternity of hope and light,
Guides our wandering steps to unknown lands,
Mary, mother of infinity, you watch over us as we rediscover ourselves,
Under the vast sky of the night, in your light we merge.
I sat, uninspired, in my condo.
When on TV, no routine John Doe
Flew above a balloon
And then over the moon,
That amazing pole vaulter, Mondo.
THE VAULT OF HEAVENS
Under
The vault of the glorious heavens
I stood,
Admiring creation’s incomparable
Grandeur,
Insignificant, in truth, I felt in
Comparison
Till Reason’s, I opened the
Door!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 June 2013
*Without his reasoning, his logos, his understanding, Man would be crushed
Under the weight of Cosmos!
A
Vault
In the
Attic holds
Photos and keepsakes
Treasured as a golden nugget
Holding the far memories that persist over time
Yearning secretly that a time machine would exist to bring back the past left behind
1-24-2016
Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon,
Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind,
Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay,
They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination.
The wretched remnants of the world boil in the potion of sovereignty,
Each government, a parliament of debauchery, defiling the soul's virtue,
In the tragic mirror of democracy—whispers reveal that we wear their masks,
Desperate, we cling to the threads of authoritarianism, seeking relief from anxieties.
In the abyss of thought, we dance on fragments of broken dreams,
The narrative flows, a river of lost hopes,
Seeking release in promised power, blind to hidden traps,
Captive in a labyrinth woven from our deepest vulnerabilities.
Eyes darkened by uncertainty gaze toward fragile horizons,
Our hearts, fragile, beat under the weight of perpetual injustice,
We drift into the melancholic reverie of unfulfilled dreams,
Hoping that one day, truth will shatter the illusion we have built.
With arms outstretched to the pale stars of the night,
We find solace in shadows, seeking fragments of pure light,
Dreaming of a world where our sleeping souls awaken to freedom,
An unwritten story, etched with mystic melancholy across the skies.
But until that dawn, in this realm of illusion and unchecked power,
We hold hands in the dark, cherishing the fragility of our hearts,
Imagining a world where our unseen words unlock change,
In a mystic odyssey of poetry and healed souls, under the watchful stars.
Lord I'm happy and I'm smiling and It's all Your fault.
You let me have a look inside Your endless vault.
I saw so much love and goodness in there
and I want to thank you Lord for giving me a share.
I was running amuck all over town.
Sucked up, smacked back, falling down.
I got arrested, it never fails.
Seems like I like the inside of these jails.
I came in angry and full of rage.
I knew it was my fault they put me in a cage.
But I blamed everybody I possibly could.
I didn't seem to care if I was bad or good.
Bitching and moaning on my pity pot.
Yelling at God, why'd You let met get caught.
I got so mad I built this big wall.
I thought I was safe but then the Lord made a call.
I felt His presence and I got a little scared.
I thought He'd be mad but He just cared.
He showed me some people who had a really hard time.
They had it worse than me but they were doing fine.
They were some of the nicest people you ever could meet.
Some of them had no arms and some had no feet.
It made all my problems seem so damn small
and I want to thank the Lord for making that call.
The Lord took me to school I was a student in His class.
He said, " Get off the pity pot and wipe your ass."
The anger and resentment that I carried inside.
It all disappeared, it wasn't justified.
So are you sick of dealing with all that stuff.
Would you like to have some of the Lord's love?
Are you tired of running and you need a little peace.
Look to the heavens and get down on your knees. Amen
Memories fade
They do not vanish
Just kept locked in the depth
Of our minds vault!
I close my eyes and begin to drift away to a place unlike any other
The memories flash by one after another
There's me and my little brother spending time with our mother
The images so vivid and full of color
Thoughts that were left under dust cover
Like that day the man left we no longer call him our father
All these feelings being rediscovered
The happiness shared with my lover
Along with the pain that has been suffered
Until next time they will be left with lock and cover
Reassuring these keepsakes will never be plundered
4/4/2017