No protection from Evil is surer than God's impenetrable shield of faith.
Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2026
Sometimes thin, like a cloud,
Scattered and foggy, it drifts,
Softly down or too high,
Silent mist turns to art,
Shadows grow dark and heavy,
Sunlight makes it bright and moving,
Steady shield, just a cloud like me.
The world was quiet at first,
just another ordinary day
until the sky cracked open
with the sound of thunder
and danger stepped onto the streets.
From the clouds came a god of storms,
his hammer calling lightning to his hand.
A man of iron cut through the air like fire,
while a soldier with an unbreakable shield
stood ready to defend the weak.
Then the ground began to tremble
not from fear, but from power.
A giant of emerald rage rose like a mountain,
while silent fighters moved in the shadows,
swift as arrows, sharp as justice.
Different powers.
Different stories.
But when darkness grows too strong for one hero
they stand side by side,
and the world remembers their name:
The Avengers.
The mighty shield of Democracy, I held high,
People’s Right to defend, my Lord,
For
Your divine righteousness to apply,
Thus virtue and justice to uphold!
Demetrios Trifiatis
Every morning that he rises
He picks up his shield with a smile upside down
The shield is heavier than all the tanks it has stopped
For it carries the weight of every world he's sworn to protect
He hates the shield
He sees it as a burden
An invitation to be killed
A chance to get shot once more
Depressed or not
There has never been a day he didn't lift the shield up
He lifts it up no matter what
Determined to save the life of another man
The shield is a symbol
A flag that represents
Not the fights he has gone through
Nor the victories he has seen
But the courage it takes, to lift that god damn shield UP!
I am the steadfast circle, forged for right,
From silent fields where freedom's seeds are sown,
I rise amidst the throng and join the fight-
The banner of the brave, by wind now blown.
Liberty is not a word, but fire-
I spark the dreams awakened in each heart.
I call the weary soul to climb up higher,
And dare the fallen spirit to restart.
I live within each quiet, stubborn stand,
Defending those who speak when silence reigns.
I breathe within the hand that helps a hand,
My oath: to shield each promise from its chains.
So let them raise their voices, strong and clear-
For liberty is born when I refuse fear.
On the precipice of the fort you built,
and then abandoned,
stands this castle another is erecting.
So away with the pain you brought,
welcome the joy my new lover brings.
You defended all that makes love wilt,
you erased the warmth once in my heart, bit by bit,
till you erased everything with the joy you stole,
you left my vases with wilted roses—
the ones you gave when the last world war was fought.
In this castle built by my new lover,
love is watered now by peace of mind;
each room is filled with sweet fragrance
from freshly plucked roses and sunflowers—
it’s as if my garden can never wilt again.
So love thrives best within a castle, not behind a fort;
where pleasure swims like an eel without a boat,
no threat of fired shots begging for a shield.
How do you beg for a rehash of protection
meant for bullets, not for displeasure?
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
A word to the wise
when the world says ‘Don’t’
A goal shields your will
~ carves up your won’t
J-oy
E-liminates
S-oul's
S-adness
A-lways,
A-s
Y-ou
O-ften
N-egate
T-urmoil's
O-nslaught
©bfa062525
Monocrostic (Birthday of Jessa Z. Ayonto)
A clenching of our hands,
A clinging of our bands.
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.
Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,
Disarming that body metal.
Steel-clad discarded,
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.
Lifting you off your feet,
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—
The nectar of vanilla.
Lay back as I extract
Bridled years of frustration.
Call me your salvation,
Made anew,
Basking in the afterglow of you.
If you're going to engage in war,
please leave the children out of it.
Lead them to the heavenly hills,
shade their eyes and ears.
From the carnage to come.
Shield them from the very thing
that you've chosen to become.
My shield
My shield was stripped asunder
In bloody strokes as I scream and thunder
For the world would now see
A naked-ness not wanted by me
How could I be so alone and bare
When the world just stands and stares
While I gather together what’s left
To salve my wounds and bind my breast
So what of a saviour in how I toil
Do I plead for forgiveness as I broil
Or will my foe be sated with my blood
As I stand naked bleeding in the mud.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Nights are still long,
sleeping for moments,
awake most of the time.
There is a wall and a sword,
I'm in between.
A nightmare, a dark cloud passing by.
A bad dream coming true,
nothing that I didn't expect.
Black roses crying tears growing petals everyday.
One petal is in my pocket,
I didn't put it there.
I want to see that day
where that black petal changes the colour.
Perhaps the blooming Spring
let its fragance soon for me to
be smelling a new air to be breathed.
The sword is in front, the wall behind, I'm the shield.
Not in a castle, I will fight as a knight with that black petal in my pocket.
Between winter and spring,
the knight's petal changes colour.
Shall We Seek Truth, Light, And Heart's Golden Shield
A banquet of wine and cool summer breeze
in a year of bounty and fellowship fine
Life gives fertile land and splashing blue seas
God's bounty and more treasures to dine.
Does not romance send its handsome treasures
A beautiful lady on which to woo
Heavenly nights and delicious pleasures
Spring sweet morning offering gifts brand new.
Mother earth spins around and sends bright sun
Blessing we should learn to appreciate
So live with light and truth having great fun
For tis true too soon time comes we are done.
Shall we seek truth, light and heart's golden shield
Whilst we ever strive to evil not yield
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