"tekel" poems
'In China there lived a little man,
His name was Chingery Wangery Chan.'
'His legs were short, his feet were small,
And this little man could not walk at all.'
'Chingery changery ri co day,
Ekel tekel happy man;
Uron odesko canty oh, oh,
Gallopy wallopy China go.'
'Miss Ki Hi was short and squat,
She had money and he had not
So off to her he resolved to go,
And play her a tune on his little banjo.'
'Whang fun li,
Tang hua ki,
Hong Kong do ra me!
Ah sin lo,
Pan to fo,
Tsing up chin leute!'
'Miss Ki Hi heard his notes of love,
And held her wash-bowl up above
It fell upon the little man,
And this was the end of Chingery Chan,'
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JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob.
The sheep on the hills of Australia, blundering fourfooted in the sunset mist to the dark, they go one way, they hunt one sleep, they find one pocket of grass for all.
Karnak? Pyramids? Sphinx paws tall as a coolie? Tombs kept for kings and sacred cows? A mob.
Young roast pigs and naked dancing girls of Belshazzar, the room where a thousand sat guzzling when a hand wrote: Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin? A mob.
The honeycomb of green that won the sun as the Hanging Gardens of Nineveh, flew to its shape at the hands of a mob that followed the fingers of Nebuchadnezzar: a mob of one hand and one plan.
Stones of a circle of hills at Athens, staircases of a mountain in Peru, scattered clans of marble dragons in China: each a mob on the rim of a sunrise: hammers and wagons have them now.
Locks and gates of Panama? The Union Pacific crossing deserts and tunneling mountains? The Woolworth on land and the Titanic at sea? Lighthouses blinking a coast line from Labrador to Key West? Pigiron bars piled on a barge whistling in a fog off Sheboygan? A mob: hammers and wagons have them to-morrow.
The mob? A typhoon tearing loose an island from thousand-year moorings and bastions, shooting a volcanic ash with a fire tongue that licks up cities and peoples. Layers of worms eating rocks and forming loam and valley floors for potatoes, wheat, watermelons.
The mob? A jag of lightning, a geyser, a gravel mass loosening...
The mob ... kills or builds ... the mob is Attila or Ghengis Khan, the mob is Napoleon, Lincoln.
I am born in the mob-I die in the mob-the same goes for you-I don't care who you are.
I cross the sheets of fire in No Man's land for you, my brother-I slip a steel tooth into your throat, you my brother-I die for you and I **** you-It is a twisted and gnarled thing, a crimson wool:
One more arch of stars,
In the night of our mist,
In the night of our tears.
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Belshazzar saw some fingers, write upon the wall
MINI MINI TEKEL...from an Angel came this scrawl
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Your Kingdom has been numbered, tonight you're going to die
Almighty God has found you TEKEL! Your WHOLE LIFE was but a LIE
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That was then and this is now, but the message is the same
If you're the King of Babylon, upon you will be this shame
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Who is the King of Babylon? The "Babylon" today
There is a road that goes around it, they call it the Beltway
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
I chose to squeeze the lemons into life's eyes
sue me
but lemonade is never all that satisfying
until you see the ******* screaming on the floor tugging at his hair as the chemicals
sting his eyes
bringing a whole new dimension of pain
that is the definition of satisfaction
because if life throws a wall at you
spraypaint mene mene tekel upharsin
your days are numbered and so is your rule
i will not be subject to your cruelty any longer.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
MENE MENE TEKEL UPHARSIN, fingers wrote this on a wall
Ancient doom from long ago...not just a cryptic scrawl
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King Belshazzar he did read this...made his knees to quake
He was killed that night, now his soul does ache
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Belshazzar was the king, the king of Babylon
He's dead and burns in Hell, but his children carry on
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His Daughter carries on, a verse of Scripture I now site
From the Book of Psalms, I'll read it now forthright
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The verse is number eight, the chapter one-three-seven
"Who art to be destroyed"...this Judgment comes from Heaven
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Babylon the ***** Babylon the *****
The Greedy Wanton Daughter, just like Babylon before
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Hello USA, look what the fingers write
TEKEL! TEKEL!! TEKEL!!! You this does indite
{Figure out what "TEKEL" means}
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC