Abc Poems | Abc Examples

at the pharmacy ome books in my bookshelf are unread  and can stay the way, I need not read  everything printed depression hangs over the landscape like dust on windows tells me the obvious come clean me now When finally going ashore, I had floated like an ant on an oak leaf, I was baffled electricity bills have to be paid the pharmacy is...

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Nagasaki There are nights when things become clear  when the Pacific Ocean lived up to its name  I sat on deck, listened to the heartbeat of the vessel, which ticked faster when an engineer  opened a door and came out on the deck Laughter in the mess hall, no, I was not at ease in their company, too old at sixty I have...

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The mule in  Gaza Slowly, on delicate legs, the last mule in Gaza, pulling a cart carrying old  mattresses, broken chairs, and small shrouds of children to a resting place Pulling a kart is as easy as there is no  elevations in Gaza, nor is there  a succulent green field where to feed Who feeds the mule? It can't live on  spent shells alone,...

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The First Paradise We humans are related to the dolphins  not so smooth, that's why we stayed  near sea was shallow Fruit trees grew near the shoreline and  often apples fell into the sea, which was as a blessing, and we walked ashore On dry land, we become aware of our nakedness and hastily covered our bodies in palm leaves Flirting and lifting...

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The Valley of the Forbidden Sat under an oak in the valley of the naked woman admiring her rounded breasts, a malevolent oak took offence, not that I minded, after all, it had been at the same spot for a hundred years, long before the valley had a name. Suddenly, the tree slapped me a leathery branch Oh, pain makes me...

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Gratitude He is not here today, the mantle he wrapped around his bony shoulders, when there was a chill in the air is carelessly flung on the sofa A zephyr whispers, he will not return Will I be that old? I ask the fading sun I sit on the balcony, a blanket covers my shoulders against the cold afternoon chill Here in the vale...

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Angry Conifers Trees in the avenue have a weird sense of humor Long roots cracking up finely laid cobble stone pavement Slightly bent easterly give pain in the lower trunk The younger trees bleat about older trees taking space Older trees show distain of needy trees no dignity Trees are silent lack imparting skills shake leaves ...

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Black Chador The women of Alexandria wear a chador that mercifully hides her bony body, she could have fitted a Dior dress snugly, but she doesn't know this, she has walked ten miles to buy bread for her children She has been to the fruit market too, where where rib-cage mules with sores stoically wait A rich, elderly English woman tells the...

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Walking to Rome On my way to Rome, I walked with a group of Jews who had left Israel because it had become a racist state The Jews were a group of young men and women on their way to Rome to seek an  audience with the Papa to ask him to take a stance against the orgy of brutality  against the Palestinians Their...

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Endurance  For we are the blessed 1% surviving The long night in a nameless town and meeting two well-dressed Arabs gentlemen suited in the style of  ninety thirty-two and floral hats  With fortitude, we face this modern A time when lies are deep in sagacity where the whims of the stupid are the politics of the day, drink coffee knowing we are the eternal. ...

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Awed joyously while gripped with reverential fear Blessed to possess eternal life midst this mortal being Carnal yet granted with divine nature Damned by sin, but now delivered through the Saviour... That's my soul's status because of my Redeemer! Everlasting freedom against bondage from worldliness Flight yon firmament, bidding farewell to grave's forlorn Grace enjoyed as guilt...

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Latakia, Syria My ship berthed there when Bashar al-Assad, the vile  When a dictator was in power, I found a peaceful  town Dressed in a European manner, there were many shops selling all sorts of wares, and the police wore sidearms  not machineguns  Latakia had an atmosphere of peace Then suddenly, rumor had it that Bashar had jailed thousands Many people were tortured...

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Man and his dog He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why Everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order When...

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In the name of peace I will put you against a wall, shoot you blue green and yellow with my paint until you a white flag of surrender I will paint blood dripping red paint on your for hire a plane, the one that dropped a bomb In a café in Gaza We know where the plane's pilot lives. If that doesn't...

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The Wardrobe I opened the wardrobe door There they hang, suits and trousers worn so long, looking pale copies of my figure This can't go on, in a fit of self-anger I gave my old clothes to the Salvation Army Too much textile is a burden In a suitable shop, I bought a pair of jeans and a...

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