Best Artefacts Poems
Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and discontent
Tettering on tentacles on hooks
Invite you to an open age
Of change and discourse transfigurment.
In a quiet moment read again
Shards of clay and artefacts beyond
A material functional disdain.
Look at the words like old bones
Bringing chromosomal tablets to rinse
The eyes of prejudices and conceit
You may wince
At what your arrogance did delete.
I have winced for years in broken jars
Unleashing rivulets of tears
For I gave you humanity as a gift, stars
Gave you dust and vessel for it
Time etched your abuse against this spirit
As you idolized barren observations
As if them alone could tell truths
Without the presence of experience.
Strange how you so prone to the material
Destroyed so much of its substance
In us. Yet it is inescapbale in the footprints of dust
The chromosomal bridges in our bodies
Linking us, reaffirming the gift again
Documents on my body like a stain
Irreducible by Mercator's illusions
There is no survival without the spiritual.
After protests, marches, firehoses and ropes
Still hanging from leftover branches of fear
I have earned the right to forgive you
The inherent gift make me your brother, here.
So now let us turn the map upside down
And draw again the latitudes unbending
In a straight line to your old thoughts,
Can we agree about the silence of the moon
Is a prohibiting noise in our head, a blind despair.
Categories:
artefacts, philosophyme, old, me, old,
Form:
Free verse
We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else
Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)
When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not wait
We bomb the same day (in whose Name? Hubris, not Jesus)
So, let us help other nations prosper, reduce emigrants
And we will not have to return precious artefacts, pay millions in fines
And have courts tell us, "Don't separate refugee children from Moms"
Because we are forgiven much, given much (USA!) and need reminding:
Don't turn refugees as you did Jews in the 1940s from these shores
Or intern Japanese Americans because we went to war against Germany
(But preferred to turn yellow when race matters impinge on humanity)
Race matters .... yes, race matters: even in forgiving, it seems
No, to the question as title to this poem: Let's get real, kinder. Kinda ...
Categories:
artefacts, allusion, america, anger, child
Form:
Verse
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
Categories:
artefacts, time, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Islam Burning
In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity
Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.
Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.
According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.
“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”
Categories:
artefacts, allah, dog, eulogy, evil,
Form:
Light Verse
On the ocean floor
artefacts recovered for
jewellery lovers.
Categories:
artefacts, art, imagination, nature, sea,
Form:
Haiku
If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ...
As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ...
There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter
Would you even consider praying for Nicaragua, El Salvador,
Gautemala, Honduras, and Mexico to reach more of their poor
With JUSTICE, fair prices for what they own, sell, barter???
Even as Scott Simon exposes HOBBY LOBBY, Bible Museum builder
Paid a fine ($3m) & helping denude Iraq of its Own, "war souvenir"
Of our celebrated warriors of freedom, and yes, capitalists-investor
Yes, you have to think hard and forgive me, for this NEWS
You may hide while ululating Fox, Skunk, Weasel News (fake news?)
As we who escaped here for religious reasons, send kids to our prisons
The unexamined life is not worth living, said Socrates
Who died rather than parrot what Religion and Politician needed
To hear, to let him continue teaching (Questions): Deductive, Socratic ...
I have drunk poison too, and something died, something living
Yes, Iraq can teach us that Occupation is worse than dying
The Museum curators still hide Gold Treasures, 15 years & counting ....
FOOTNOTE: Please google "HOBBY LOBBY," funder of Liberty University, too.
I ought to have, much earlier, added this NOTE:
"Hobby Lobby" is a leading American Company that prides itself as "Christian." It bought stolen artefacts looted from Iraq since the 1990s, and paid a fine of $3 million to the US Government. They also have enjoyed that dubious honor of helping "build" the Museum of the Bible in Washington, D.C. More love for Museums than for people alive today? You do the research & RE/consider ...
Categories:
artefacts, addiction, arabic, art, christian,
Form:
Didactic
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
artefacts, passionsweet, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Caves are dark, dank, sinister havens for rising damp
Mere cavities in the ground, veiled from light of day
Yet caves are heralded, admired and cherished
For a swarm of reasons, just mind the bats
Caves are drop inns
Hikers and natives welcome finding a cave
They provide shelter from wind and rain
A great place to stay the night, light a fire
To enjoy the cosy charm of safe seclusion
Caves are art galleries
The walls are dotted with new and ancient graffiti
Hand-prints, paintings, scribbles and scenes
Made by artists with no where else to hang their stuff
Revealed by flickering flames and dim filtered beams of light
Caves are museums and dumps
Visitors leave their junk in caves
Animals topple in and get trapped
Caves are a great place for animals to die
These dumps are bliss to archaeologists
Who drool over skeletons, artefacts and such old-time junk
Caves are cathedrals and awe-catches
Endless aeons of dirty drips yield fabulous
On floor and ceiling displays of
Glistening stalactites and stalagmites
The cavernous space, silence and eerie dankness
Makes visitors gasp with adoration and awe
Highlighted by the uniqueness, isolation and remoteness of caves
So duck-in to a cave when you pass one by
and you'll discover the ins and outs of caves
Caves are awesome and strangely welcoming
Despite their darkness, dampness and malevolence
Categories:
artefacts, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Poems ascend in luminous sapphire skies
As prettily as any Boucher dove
In flight eternal. The artist's strokes devise
Each beauteous form to represent great love.
How many shades of light, how many hues
Playfully linger on each feathery wing?
Such subtle shadows! Gentle tones infuse
The senses, sweetly prompt the soul to sing.
Cherubs frolic, blissful, plump and pink,
Companions to each poem or lovely bird,
Painted in Master's oils, or pen and ink,
They celebrate that now their song is heard.
Once seen, once read, no one can rend asunder
These artefacts portraying Nature's wonder.
Categories:
artefacts, art, nature, on writing
Form:
Sonnet
the rusty tap captures this scene,
the brown murky residue bulging in saturation.
the emerald coloured Victorian paint peeling like an rotten corpse,
leaving the imagination in an bewildering photographic shock.
Tiny puddles are scattered like rabbit holes,
they gently ripple with each drop of rain that falls from it's dilapidated exterior
Skeletons of iron-cast machinery, lay as artefacts of hazardous condemnation.
This hollow lung, laid dormant yet still breathing, desperately
in need of repairing or deleting.
The vegetation entwined itself within the rusted iron beams in a subtle suffocation, programmed in a arrogant nature.
The wind rattles through this building as those currents embrace this peculiar structural arrangement, dancing around this monument of time, this museum of solemn captivation.
The lonely ominous building sits in an bold servitude to a dead era,
and seldom seen it quietly assumes it's place
Categories:
artefacts, adventure, allusion, dark, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
The next day BioWare may discharge the overall game Revise 1. 7 with regard to SWTOR. This particular area may expose 2 large brand new functions: Galactic Status and also the Artefacts from the Gree occasion.
Galactic Status offers gamers having a brand new development program. Through carrying out missions, they are able to generate status along with various in- online game factions. Because they progress with the 6 status rates for every faction, they will get access to steadily much better benefits. Status is actually discussed through just about all figures inside a provided Heritage, which means you will not need to do the actual mill throughout for every personality.
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The actual Artefacts from the Gree occasion transmits gamers in order to Ilum in order to discover an old starship. Right here, gamers will discover extremely sophisticated gear. They will additionally experience a strong brand new adversary from the middle of the actual charter boat. The big event may operate till Feb 26th, however BioWare states it'll come back regularly throughout every season.
In order to commemorate Revise 1. 7's upcoming discharge, BioWare sent a brand new truck. This showcases the minute-and-a-half associated with video footage in the Gree occasion. It is nearly time for you to observe you skill regarding your own status within SWTOR. Area 1. 7 is actually getting the brand new status program along with the brand new Artefacts from the Gree occasion towards the reside machines upon Wednesday, Feb twelfth. The actual upkeep eye-port for that area is actually 5 . 5 several hours, even though just like the majority of main areas, almost always there is the opportunity which it's going to operate just a little lengthier due to unexpected problems.
In the event that you've kept much more queries by what the actual status program may increase the online game, a current improvement weblog solutions individuals queries. Particularly, this particular area is not upward with regard to screening about the check server, perhaps to maintain the big event a little more of the solution. In any case, gamers can get to place their own on the job the actual modifications within just a few times, therefore prepare to visit over the universe and obtain a few props through galactic status.
Categories:
artefacts, computer-internet, may, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I’m weakened by the hazy heat,
But locals bustle in the street,
And all around me lively talk.
The tarmac melting as I walk,
I see the artefacts of Rome -
And guess it’s pouring down at home.
For Deb’s Summer in the City contest
Categories:
artefacts, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
MYTHS
Good old times
Folded and elapsed in2 wind of times,
Never 2 come back again,
In our present time,
But still moves d clocks of time,
In our memories reading tides.
Embodied believe towards facts, phenomenon of experiences ,
In which often mysteries occurs, the facts of nature and of soul,
Personified and dignified,
Recorded billion yrs facts.
Treasured or untreasured,
Artefacts can never be wiped off,
Such papyrus manuscripts were genre,
Regarded to be trans-generational,
Bt some aspect of it,
Experienced effervescence like a gas,
Because it was untreasured,.
Made manifest by man's emotion,
Provoked to light by imagination,
Upholding a great deal of history,
Ancients wasn't left out in it.
As Zeus captured Aphrodite, Prometheus thought humans d art of making fire,
Poseidon moved d waters,
As Odyssey sails on it,
Medusa slaughtered by Perseus, messenger of d gods flies To warn Zeus of his actions,
Dat was at mountain Olympus,
The home of mythology.
Categories:
artefacts, earth, mythology,
Form:
Classicism
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Mother Nature came to ground no live witness
A comet of vast proportions calms the Earth
A conglomerate, frozen water, freshness,
possibly the chemistry, no more, no less.
Compounds of all that was required, let's research.
Mother Nature came to ground no live witness
Research in the early stages, conjecture!
Electric, a lightning reaction!
Single cell life forms, bacteria, new nature.
Evolution at full throttle, next creature,
a single cell amoeba, Earth adorned!
Research in the early stages, conjecture!
Nature evolution now rapidly moving!
Dinosaurs flying reptiles, on land, the sea.
Marine mammals, reptiles, and then things flying.
Feathered birds, those came after all nigh ending.
A mass extinction, yet some life survived, fleas.
Nature, evolution now rapidly moving!
Next, human beings, not as we know them today.
Hunter-gatherers, mammoths their main flesh food.
Many old humans found some are on display.
Researched, there is much they can convey.
Artefacts used for preparing, making good
Next, human beings, not as we know them today.
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Categories:
artefacts, nature,
Form:
I am reminded as I look to this bell
with Penola inscribed upon it in brass
of heritage to which it testifies well.
Sixteen men borne over the ocean to vast
wide wastes of white wilderness, there to explore
Antarctic channels, glaciers and savage coasts.
There among penguins and seals were many more
fauna, and features to chart in icy blasts
from sledges pulled by dogs over frozen ground.
Journals and artefacts have yet more to tell
of explorers by a common purpose bound,
held safe in that schooner, their home with its bell.
Grandsons are lifted to ring it yet again,
re-sounding remote ventures of these great men.
Categories:
artefacts, adventure, boat, courage, sea,
Form:
Sonnet