Mesopotamia Poems

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Babylon

Babylon ode

Between-Euphrates and Tigris, I was located, Ancient gods found home in me, Beliefs I professed were numerous, Yoke-I placed-upon captives, Life buried in religious activities-I encouraged, On top of hanging garden my beauty laid, Nations far and near feared me

Poems containing references to : Mesopotamia

The Forgotten.

The Forgotten. prose poem

Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same sun, the same moon that we see today. Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones,

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Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

An empty road…. this peaceful night…. As evening breeze, blend with street lights Though far are we, from city’s glow With only dunes and sands to show Come, be with me, my fairest one Let us walk this road, hand

Photographic Vision

Photographic Vision short poem

Its different how the sky is blue, the layman never had a clue. How beautifully the flowers bloom, and the bright setting sun calls for the day’s doom. Little children, smiles innocent, who knew what actually they meant.. Until one

Wisdom

Wisdom prose poem

What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate? Using it as a power to keep

Slow Fearful Contrast

Slow Fearful Contrast short poem

Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While

Fool’s Paradise

Fools Paradise short poem

fingers stretching,scratching the peppery head, tangled dreams run befuddled in the tangled mass , the dirt in the grown nails on the stubby fingers, they make a jagged line on the crease worn cheek, creased face wrung dry from unfulfilled

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

Blue Whale

Blue Whale short poem

Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing

Why Are You Here

Why Are You Here ballad

The crunching of gravel beneath my feet A sound I associate with a country retreat Manicured gardens tended with care The scent of rose blossoms filling the air A quiet calm away from the throng The silence disturbed with birds

Autumn!

Autumn! sonnet poems

Those leaves weren’t few that shed away But down alive, not much could stay Few were tramped, few had dried It isn’t, that they never tried Few were blown, few were crushed At nights they lived, as roads were hushed

Condemned

Condemned prose poem

Once you witnessed smiles on lovers, heard laughter, the running of feet up and down your sturdy boards. Fisherman cast an anxious rod over your side in anticipation of the beautiful bounty that swam in your shadow. Music from ferris

A Calling Of Angels

A Calling Of Angels long poem

whispers.. velvet vibations taunt for what do we seek eyes, hands & wings faint laughter pause to a slow pitched sound angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement closer then ever before many evoke fear a cast of feathers drifting

A Voice Of Choice

A Voice Of Choice short poem

Choices are a part Of voices from the heart. Without inner voice You have no choice. It is all a matter of choice How we use our voice. Back your choice With a strong voice. I made my choice Paying

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

A Dream

A Dream short poem

Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon

Grandmother

Grandmother short poem

Upon her bedroom wall she wades Serene in Homers blue waters Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock, She smiles Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats She feels the tides’ hands bathe her. From beneath her comforter

A Night That Betrayed

A Night That Betrayed long poem

My hearts beats so loud, still you cannot hear Cause your pride won over your fear I passed a night, thinking to fill the space Would u love me the same if u were in my place Let me guess

Gandhi Isn’t Dead, Is He ?

Gandhi Isnt Dead, Is He ? prose poem

”Gandhi is dead ” they say . Is he , indeed ? Well , if death means the end of physical existence He died over six decades ago . Having fallen to an assassin’s bullets He became victim of outrageous

Dreams Of A Homeless Child

Dreams Of A Homeless Child short poem

When I was borne my mother passed away and one day father also left the hut leaving me alone and my destiny was now homeless, helpless and orphan vagabond I was now roaming around the road and streets in search

Sojourn

Sojourn short poem

          It was razed within a day, a change of hands quite possible I say, now it’s been crushed to all mud and dust, life is about change for change is a must. It shall now

Puzzling

Puzzling short poem

You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken

A Better Mind Thinking

A Better Mind Thinking short poem

Constellation of stars.. Among, The collection of planets… Give a way to reach toward destination… When storm passes away.. The tidal waves set apart.. By seeing the stars and their direction… We follow the best way.. Its mean stars give

Fixed Flux

Fixed Flux short poem

Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I didn’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves wafts through the catacomb of

The Buddha Was Going To Weep

The Buddha Was Going To Weep short poem

For the fusion of minds let the long vigil of night begin for a cultural shock. Prayer wheels were whirring furtively. The Buddha was going to weep. Imperial march of hundred thousand boots in fever wakens the darkness under the

The Innocent Culprits

The Innocent Culprits short poem

Except you and me, Everyone slept in midnight. O, lovely, Nolhivaram, … what is left, me alone. Vultures of universe, Flying around, Left a little, for you and me. The innocent children, Mind tortured, Roaring at me, A taste of

Distant Voice

Distant Voice short poem

Today I will shed my body and meet you halfway at watery address. My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds. To live or not to live was a great pain. Two small hands and two bubbling eyes glued

He Smiles

He Smiles short poem

He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he sees Is it angels who on him keep? Or his future he had a peep He smiles in his sleep And I wonder what he hears Is it the lullaby

Am Skies

Am Skies short poem

Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping

Tricks

Tricks short poem

Trees toss their canopies horses shaking their manes all the manmade arbor street signs, power lines each motion exaggerated in woeful orange glow we’re smashing pumpkins torching porches huffing spraypaint and praying for violent excitement cops chase blue flashers and

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels

Just A Little Lower Than The Angels short poem

Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

The Wind Is Rising!

The Wind Is Rising! short poem

The wind is rising! We must try to live. I know them now, In fragments that disavow. The clouds that move As strands of massive deception. Ships without destination! The lantern still shines! Light before darkness. And to me it

Bald

Bald short poem

It’s like breathing: At odd times you become aware – Not after jogging up seven floors Or escaping an accident With exhilaration, not regret, Those times are givens – Rather existing within a crowd In the audience before a play

John The Revelator (revelation 1)

John The Revelator (revelation 1) short poem

I am John I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day I heard this lavish trumpet saying I AM Alpha and Omega I AM the first and Last I saw 7 Golden lamp stands I saw the Son of

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Inferno

Inferno short poem

Speaking of our troubled times, Incensed, enraged, the crowd seeks revenge. Reason drowned, Untruths pitted against individual. My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity, point-blank you ask the question. Give me a chance to recover I am deeply perturbed today. Mist

Let me sleep

Let me sleep short poem

Where is this Where I am right now, Is this the dream, I had dreamt a long time back Why don’t I feel The anguish, I only recently had. Why do I see the colors so vivid How come there

Freedom

Freedom long poem

We live in the land of the free. Freedom that is hard to see. Everyday another one of our rights is taken away. Seeing this with eyes wide open sends me to my knees to pray. People that are supposed

Marvelling High Hills

Marvelling High Hills short poem

Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit, And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer, That entice me to sneak the wonderland, A wanderer in nature thereby. Lo! Me too already on lakeside, The same watery hive binds me