Best Antiquity Poems

“Hoc est quod Isidorus”, she said,
As I ate Swiss cheese
Wrapped in a starch fold,
While blatantly returning a nod. 

Never grace my table
With your impurity.
Is it finished?
Indeed!

Something supercilious waxes the eye,
and you beaming go.
I stay for the gladiator match.
But all around I see hordes.

She said there...

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Standing proud are the buildings they’ve erected
Bold and tall, contemporarily dressed
in concrete and metal attire
Architects of the future
laying down their visionary foundation in the present
Rising up from the ground
are their impure skyscraper dreams of global domination
A false resurrection,
that in due time will be torn down
				Can’t...

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Memories

Renewed by scene

A heart carved in sapling

Mighty red oak thirty foot high

Heirloom  

Memories can be pronounced mem-o-ries or mem-ries...

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A bit I have travelled, in the cities of this world
Each with a history – a tale that can be told
Through the lens of the roving tourist’s eye
Who often does, with some wonder, sigh

As an ancient tableau in a busy modern street
He does - camera-ready...

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In The Arms of Antiquity

At our age
people make faces
when we talk
of love making,
as if the thought
is too bizarre
to entertain.
Were it not
for people
our age
making love
there would be
no people
your age
to make love.
So we must leave,
seek comfort
in old and secret
places,
seek solace
in the arms
of antiquity’s
joy,
return to the
wonder, lust,
and jubilation
of...

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You become culpable.
You feel you are in a prison
of your own making. 
Cursed familiarity is inescapable,
Capable of ennui only--
You rediscover yourself
around every corner: 
an indelible image of
what you were minutes
ago, aging with the clock's

every tick, the merry music
of chimes, announcing
each solitary hour.  And,
then, there...

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True, a Myth-and-a-half ever since dim Antiquity

     “Breathes there the Man with Soul so dead
     Who never to himself hath said
     This is my own, my Native Land”

True, a myth-and-a-half ever since dim...

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I feel like an antiquity
some relic from the past

crumbling at the edges
eroded over time

aging has arrived
There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor

once invincible
reality is bringing with it a heavy blow

it creeps upon you
like a stealth thief in the night

now you berate yourself
for being...

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In my blistered ruined mind 
I build odd gods, old! 
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,

Like a pantheon of ornate oddities! 
Each one dusty or lost, I have forgotten
Honesty…!

Cracked white china and blue filagree…
Each a stony façade,
Carved eyes hollow, staring! 

Absolutely hollow...

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They sit together after supper, two forks, two plates -dishes cleared, put away. She, with her tiny spectacles perched a little crooked on her face -  he, with his favorite pipe. Her withered hands lay peacefully in her lap…he reaches out, gently touching them...

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time by it does slip,
and the grey gets a grip,
till we just seem to dawdle, not dance,
overcoat is worn out, old body don't prance,
an we live in the shadow of doubt,
tear ya arms off he said,
30 year old Fred,
so i went into a Magpie smother,
it's...

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Antiquity Born

Formed from chemical reactions on the tongues of infants
Tales with meanings, without letters were born
Hatched under desert rocks with bones in evolution
From grunting cave creatures
Human family members if memory serves 
Records from that time came by word of mouth alone
Tales to tell their stories...

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Silken seas
pouring chromatic,
waxing floral
in scented bliss;
ecstasy of 
godly kiss
is jubilation,
they reminisce.

Woodbine entwined,
elegance refined;
eternal hearts
enraptured 
like minds.
Chrysalis ever
so divine in flight.

Dragon dreams
transcending 
light-play’s
mesmeric seas;
rapturous cacophony
tranquility played
with ease.

sultry flows
yet to compose
aesthetic dreams, 
in natural repose;
then awaken blossom
of newborn rose;
heart of Egypt’s
majestic Pharaohs.


5-7-2
All Yours (May 9) Poetry Contest021
Brian...

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Until the cap is won, effect of heat on reasoning remains unknown.
Until the palace is visited, that comfort creates discomfort is undiscovered.
Until power is tasted, that corruption is a genetic disorder remains a fallacy.
Dereliction, never  a power disability, but a long inherited trait in...

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Children like bright colours
And so kindergartens and nurseries
And so shopping items
And so youngsters
And so tourist centres
And so food and souvenirs
And so bright photos
Colours brighten up hearts 
A sign of hope,happiness,confidence
Freshness and life
But too much artificial touch 
Will lose the naturality of scenery 
The classic beauty
A...

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