In ancient time
The ninety seventies are up in patina, a yellowish colour
of the ancient when I was young; and for me, it is still
not far away and remembered as a good time, mainly
because I was busy finding my feet
In the interim 50 years, much has changed, now is not
a good time to be young, the world has aged badly.
1970, the last man guillotined in France, but thousands
have died in civil wars at the hands of war machines.
The attention span is lower now than before, atrocities
like the Iraq war is forgotten, even Libya reduced
to a failed state is in the limbo of being in the past, future
and the ever-present now.
We are blasted with news that rolls so fast we have no
chance to take it, is the leaders want, you must not think
to see through their lies, lest you should disagree.
No script
belonging one’s civilization
no history
anyone can recall,
only the enduring solid stone blocks
someone created to form this ancient wall.
A relic unknowingly
left to the woodland undergrowth
and those
that measure nature’s time.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
I'm obsessed by documentaries about ancient times
Especially the architecture it sure rings my chimes
How did they achieve it
These amazing feats
Aliens perhaps helped build these structures so fine
Roman priests practiced divination
as a means of prophesying the future
they'd plunge a dagger into a temple dove
and eviscerate the living bird.
Then they'd examine the entrails,
especially their livers, for omens,
believing that the Gods would reveal what was
going to occur in the immediate future through such signs.
These readings would both bewilder and fascinate the curious
onlookers, when the augurs would raise their scarlet hands
and announce their awaited predictions.
The remaining doves would get released in a whirling mass
forming a vortex of flapping wings and feathers,
their direction of flight
also an indicator of divine communication.
Nobles would often bribe augurs for favorable predictions
to inspire their soldiers before battle.
These divinations were taken very seriously in ancient times.
It's said that Julius Caesar's death was prophesied by augurs,
and Caesar's adversary, Senator Cato, committed suicide
after he received an unfavorable reading.
(Free Verse)
6/16/2018
Old dust by rusty memories
One time lace curtains in the windows
Fascinating account by a challenging life
Happiness and defeats, sunny days and freezing nights
More than an adventure; for better or worse
An image that evokes old childhood memories for many
"The happy 50s" an expression of relief that the war was over
An aura by joy and optimism ... the future
19.11.2016
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I’m getting so bold, yet growing so old…
Because of lack of sleep…
A deep sleep taken away by the sounds of your weeping moans that creep
Inside my bed at night
I’m feeling the fire burn in my heart
The drums of the mountains grow asunder
Fountains of hills douse me with delight and it was all from the start
I’m a lamb that’s sent to the filthy slaughter
Cursing with vulgarity
The urges of cursing come back to stab me in the back
Being a friend to enemies wasn’t always an easy task to begin with
The cemetery of clover fields…
Unwind in my mind’s eye
I’m like legos on the ground…
Never touched, without a sound
I can never quite point a finger at what you said…
You blamed me for feeling your unsaid dread…
Rooted to the spot of reds, greens and blues…
Neglected by a billion views of unsatisfied viewers
I am the audience and the performer…
What was I to do?
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