Short Annals Poems
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In the annals of Rome the least glorious
was an emperor named Honorius.
Though Rome's plight was alarming
he spent his time chicken farming,
a pursuit which made him notorious.
Be careful when you follow the masses
The “M” can be silent, but you take your chances
A clever wee bloke
Strange facts I evoke
Even experienced within the sexual annals
Dusty trails leading to nowhere
Through the annals of a wasted life
Bring to mind the cold vacant stare
Of poverty, want, and nagging strife.
Written August 25, 2022
In the annals of Rock History
The Beatles' pedigree --
Their decree
Let it Be
While the Stones
Are Rolling
Right off the track
They made the choice
To paint it black
Great work by hands
Walks the annals of history:
Painting, sculpture, writing
Carving, masonry, pottery
Jewelry, carpentry and others
Passed the test of time
Nothing is more beautiful
Than things made by our own hands.
When mind-blowing poverty is rife,
People no longer have reason to care
Or rise above self-perpetuating strife,
Dusty trails often lead to nowhere
Through the annals of a wasted life.
Written August 13, 2022
A treasure trove of history contained in the walls
A collection of man's endeavors throughout life's squalls
Celebrating ancient battles
Throughout history's annals
A journey through man's evolution, through strife and wars
greater horror tale
may not be found in
tomes of fractured minds
as bloodied annals
of our history
Is human flesh
fully worthless
that on command
it's turned to dust
hopes and dreams
squelched midst screams
for glory
thus is
spoils of
war
(Diminished Hexaware)
Written on 14 June 2022
The technological era we live in
As
The "Blasphemous One" will be recorded in the annals
Of human history
Because Man,
Instead of acting as the custodian of life on earth that
God intended him to be,
Unwisely,
Was transformed into life's merciless annihilator!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 January 2019
How swiftly the seasons change
Years like rivers flow unencumbered
Towards eternity’s vast and opened arms
And engulfed are these compelling streams
Forever to recline in the annals of time
Autumn’s leaves of burnt orange and red
Now lay beneath purest first snow
And merge with the color of earth
As silence hovers amidst brisk air
Nature, worn and weary, slumbers
~*~
rare birds in
view
amongst the reeds
a site which onlookers
have waited
long to see
It will be noted
in their annals
a dream come true
for some
Don't be put off
by the difficulties
the bird takes flight
and it's soon out of sight
Yesterday a memory
Tomorrow a wispy cloud of hope
Such as seldom
seen in this land
Take note of it before
it disappears into the mist
rare birds in
view
amongst the reeds
a site which onlookers
have waited
long to see
It will be noted
in their annals
a dream come true
for some
Don't be put off
by the difficulties
the bird takes flight
and it's soon out of sight
Yesterday a memory
Tomorrow a wispy cloud of hope
Such as seldom
seen in this land
Take note of it before
it disappears into the mist
Alexander the Great
Julius Caesar
Genghis Khan
Napoleon Bonaparte
valiant conquerors all
in history’s annals they stand tall
Yet while the back story
may lack fame and glory
it’s not to be ignored…
At home, the ‘little woman’ rules the roost
So, don’t forget, ‘heroes of today’ ~
to thank the lady by whom you were produced
I hope to grace this page today
With musings from my soul
And write between the lines
The greatest story every told
In trails of crimson etchings
Bleeding from an open heart
As line by line my inhibitions
Simply fall apart
A spirit free from earthly bonds
Oblivious to time
Whilst drifting through the annals
Of something so sublime
As daylight turns again to night
To break another dawn
As I and my muse
Write... on and on and on
The wispy trees roll by
row by row.
The gentle breeze of the air conditioning
brushes against my cheeks
In the bright blue sky swallows sing freely
A meadow lies in peace.
Pure and holy.
Beautiful beyond belief
only nature can nurture such peace
away from our motions of metal.
But as they become increasingly distant
lost in the annals of time; not even a flower shall remain.
With only one goal in mind.
We look onward into the future.
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For Jason and his Argonauts, golden wool was theirs to fleece
For the British, Iran's oil was theirs to drill and steal
In '53 the West led Iran's democracy into a tyrant's peace
Now we call the trouble since all part of God's grand will
So many harsh lessons are learned in winter's darkest days
Only to be forgotten as we approach a warm September
Yet in the annals of time the truth is on display
It is incumbent upon us to stop, pause, look and remember
When love came, it came so fast.
Was I mature enough to decide?
I hadn’t annals from my past.
Friends said my time I should bide.
I believed I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to be your bride.
By their doubts I was daunted.
How could they know much better than I?
By my doubts I was haunted.
What to do, I voiced a sigh.
Follow my true heart was the reply.
I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.
After all these years I can say
I have no regrets of my choice that day.
Slaying selflessly at the warfront's edge,
Guarding the land with an indomitable pledge.
Faces etched with patience and pride,
Military spouses and children brave the tide.
Salute to the matriarch that cradles our fighters,
Teary farewells rest on their shoulders.
Immortal spirits slumber in their graves,
Back to the ancestral womb where tribute paves.
Their unyielding valor marks the annals of time,
Inspiring future generations with courage sublime.
Do annals violate incarnate divinity?
Justifying a man’s inner repentance,
Wisdom cannot cry from lips of insincerity,
Yet what a sham, becomes this penance,
If temple anointing flows through dross,
And faithless arms is moved by pulse,
Then what O man is the message of the cross?
As madness reigns within these skulls.
A separation of ties from mindless covenants,
Blatant words from a broken heart,
And bloodline flow those whispering seductions,
To cut deep, to shed, to tear apart.