"phoenicians" poems
It's quite a feat, walking through the
Graveyard of the Gods.
Buddah takes his time playing majong
Against Thor, his hammer near but at odds,
While Yam keeps ear near conch
Lest the Phoenicians hear his song
And pray his way once more.
They fight over the attention they receive,
A whisper by the heralds
Behind closed doors.
A hint of what may have come before
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
When Building the cities, roads, bridges and dams,
Blood, toil, sweat and tears
will never suffice;
The Romans, Phoenicians, the Hitites and Egyptians,
they all knew the score, they used it for years:
Mortar, water and stone were never enough.
Foundations were crumbling, the bridges fell tumbling, the roads went asunder, the cracked dams' water pouring;
Rulers and Chieftains, Pharaohs and Mighty Heads of the State,
Convened with their Wizards, Druids, Grand Mages and Magicians:
"Solutions", they clamored,
" Solutions at once!".
Bonfires were lit, the goat's blood spilt, the entrails were read, the tea leaves deciphered.
The Oracle rose, in a whispering murmur, She muttered:
"When Building the cities, roads, bridges and dams,
Blood, toil, sweat and tears will never suffice".
The Gods, in their infinite wisdom, had spoken:
" the elemental truth" they said
"that runs at the core, of all human enterprise
since the days of Gog,
for the formula to be true,
It needs a special glue,
a magical brew,
a mixture of fear, innocence
and tears
that can
only be found,
in the wide-eyed
Son of Man;
An infant is needed,
for Stone, Water and Gravel,
will eventually unravel."
"When Building the cities, roads, bridges and dams,
Blood, toil, sweat and tears
will never suffice".
So it has been said, it has long been sung, the basis of Civilisation
is Human Sacrifice...
The Romans, Phoenicians, the Hitites and Egyptians;
they all knew the score, they used it for years,
Mortar, water and stone were never enough...
J Eduardo Ramos©
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Oh sea, eternal sea.
sea of tempest gale .
what gloom of thee i now see?
sorrow of my lost dear hales .
what do i behold with thy gait .
tears and sinister hulk wherever i sail.
for uncountable dreads you nail .
sea tells me the memoirs of your past hails.
sea of great Normandy lost fortune .
sea of old Titanic sadness.
sinister hell for no one to tell the cruelness.
that i deem for long their lost tune .
i hear but their murmur in horrid abyss.
poor of my dream ,no more or a bliss.
sea of eternal time and awful gloom .
sea of Moses magic and Egyptian battalions hell room.
oh,what memoir do i behold of thee.
painful reminisce and arrogance toss of thee.
sea of Fuller's glory wickedly cast out not see.
with babe and apron washed ashore .
but where writ encamped into your deep bore .
sea;of you i behold boredom but no lore .
and Fuller i long make my dear lord .
sea of all histories :low and high and Saratoga .
sea of past glory memoir of where did Columbus go.
i hear all ,and Phoenicians past bloom .
but i fear cause your waves sweep like a broom .
oh, our town ,our farm all engulfed .
slayer is Catherine a daughter of sea .
our green pasture , and our bed of flower ripped .
for my kindred kinsman at Haiti that i cant see.
you court me with fantasy but i behold with horror.
for i dont want my last reminisce of love .
to be linked with thee,thee coldest terror .
all parting is good in likewise all leave .
but tomb stone i will appraise at my depart eve.
oh ,never rested slaughter of of eternal time.
at Jakarta i see you mark i red line .
your thirst can never be quenched .
in your horror all ,but is cheated .
you are the most sweet kiss .
but i behold with venomous kiss .
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Seasons fall short as she celebrates wine and rejoices in its carnage.
Logistically speaking, we were miles away from Tripoli,
Somewhere near the edge of the desert when the barstools began to sink and the drugs began to take hold.
Amongst the indecent, Intolerant citizens of three,
Your name rings silent but Bustrophedonically.
TaXXXed like the Phoenicians, I meandered aimlessly,
True to form halted norm of reality.
Prelude thee of nomenclature and I without sin
“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the ******* towers of Ilium?”
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
For instance look the words "hello poetry"
If we break down hello you get hells low or o hell no
Poetry "poet" means a "collection of"
"Ry" means "art of"
So poem means a collection of art
We have a job job in hebrew means "persecute"
When we work a week (weak)
We make our earning (urn)
Which urn is ashes for the dead
By the time the weekend comes we are weaken (weekend)
We say good morning
Mourning is what you do after someone has died
And when you a-wake
Up in the morning lol
A wake is a party for the dead
So you're literally saying "I'm mourning after someone has diedand I'm going to party " every day on the conscious superconscious and subconscious without awareness
When you pray you become the prey
N what precisely are you preying about
A blessing which means "b"-" less "
So When you say "bless" you you're saying "be less of you"
Also noticed the word "it"
It is associated with many definition or deaf phoenicians
It is defined as a third person
Such as Nike's SLOGAN "just do it"
"Its up to you" "let me at it" "Its not that hard" "let it be" "it ain't nothing" just a few to name
We are casting sp-ells without even knowing "it"
Most folks go to the gospel or Godspell
So if we break it down el is God
God is an anagram for dog
Also com-mon is a word used alot
Com means together mon means one
So common means together as one
Uni also means one verse means truth
So the meaning is "one truth"
Think it ain't illegal yet crazy right
Study the pre-fixes (before fixed) suffixes (suffer because of it) and root word origins or etymology (study of true sense and meaning) and you'll see how they tricked us ito witchcraft
There's a reason they are "curse" words
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC