Anatolia Poems - Poems about Anatolia

...Many years ago, I was reading the Revelation and came across the seven churches and thought where were they then and now for civilizations and some countries changed. I didn’t have a clue and didn......

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... Geology, the science of the earth, elucidates the intricacies of creation of continents and opening of oceans, explores the complex framework of the multilayered deep interior, and unravel......

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...Geology, the science of the earth, elucidates the intricacies of the creation of the continents and the oceans, explores the complex make-up of the deep interior and the lofty mountains, deciphe......

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...You hear it said a lot these days, “Reparations! Someone must pay! Our ancestors suffered, it’s true! For that we’ve come to take from you!” Now we could just point out the fact none of us were ......

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...Mirabelle orb ascends, under clementine and pomegranate skies. Absent, in delight of daylight. Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams. Calm heart is an oceanic concerto, flowing along sapphir......

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...Overarching Genocide Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life raft rescue boat of sorts with three decks and ......

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...It is two hundred B.C. For people these worlds see Distances seem to stretch to infinity There is little time to appreciate its beauty But remember today Is based on yesterday And new ideas con......

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...Let me be an old man in Anatolia Resting on a white plastic chair, Saintly in a white starched shirt Drinking tea from a glass that has Curves like a woman, watching Children and traffic, noddi......

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...Anatolia is a cauldron of cultures from distant past Many of them millenniums would last As Gobekli Tepe its shadow will cast It leads through gates to the past The Hittites iron and chariot invente......

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...Your expectations are carved into my eyes... Their shapes melt in my dreams The face seen in your postcards Is not that of your soul Istanbul... Living apart does not change your seas Your waiti......

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