Artifact Poems - Poems about Artifact

Six enlightened tunes Eight melodies of virtues To become acclaimed In the ten skies of the Church This is the eternal bell This poem is about a 1,200 year old Manichaean bell (and its inscription) found in Ordu-Baliq (Capital of the Uyghur Khaganate). ...

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I wish to possess an artifact, or possibly an object. There are spaces in this poem, gaps in this thing, these lines. So do we not need an item, or some kind of body? How about an article? If there are spaces, gaps, holes, we do require something to fill those spaces, those gaps, those ...

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light apparition - is it angel that's captured or human desire? Brian Johnston Date Unknown Poet's Notes: Response to a Facebook Woodland Photograph that could be real or could be doctored. Like a stain on a wall that someone claims is an image of Christ, the truth of such claims has no relevance to living humanity in my opinion....

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Numb your cortex and let her siblings speak, Dumb her with a dactylic drumbeat And let the fronted sound put her to sleep. Turn off your domineering manager, So others may awake at waking hour To pour their paroled thoughts into your art. Let the furnace of creativity Create new combinations and concepts For that is the art, not the...

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Artifact Not Intact Trump is another American artifact, Not having brains remaining intact; Small tiny speck, On top of neck; Any intelligence at all always lacked. Jim Horn...

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Egyptian artifacts intrigue, Museum quality so fine Imagination they besiege, Sagely seasoned like the best wine, They fill my heart with love and awe, Egyptian artifacts so fine, Love soul stories of ba and ka, Often inspires me and mine, Soul-deep into a tomb or mine, Wishing I could go on a dig, Egyptian artifacts so fine, Terrific stories truly big, Finding a tomb...

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an artifact of a time gone by was found it represents a time when all seemed well within the land till one day a giant orger came and stomped the villagers to death underneath his feet leaving devastation in it's wake...

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GOD’S THUMB IS ALSO HIS MIDDLE FINGER I SUFFER THE DAYS DILEMMA And vie with midnight’s madness I suffer daylight’s RETRIBUTION And at dawn, dusk or in the dark I suffer insufferable sadness This right here I my entire world A ROOM OR A SELF-STYLED CELL While waving a white flag of surrender that been too long unfurled A banner to signify...

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A pristine, hidden stone Lying in a crevice all it's own No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim Purloined quarry removed with shearing shade, shoring shim Forthwith, bartered nature; bridled pilgrim In artisan's shop fodder to shape to trim It's ruddy face chiseled,...

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A cunning ape upon a diamond throne tastes his apple. Our Saturn lets loose arrows of piercing spiritual venom. Dominion and power in the blood of a human head. A complete circle unmanifest enclosing the devil. Crushing all passion and pride; A white cone gently rolling toward the Centre. The disk manifests as the One....

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