Ancient big building
One look at thousand of years
Red wall, white snow.
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
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
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
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
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
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