Best Babylon Poems
The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell
the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon
its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling
Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done
Arise! Our hands to the desert skies
Now our ritual has begun
With million voices for a million lies
And a confounding tongue
Our honey, we have trapped flies
On spider's web, These martyrs hung
The lion's roar and the lamb's cries
A mighty wind through our city sung
Fallen! Like Icarus to our demise
In the grip of Rivers of Babylon
Arise to consolidate your fight for faith
And God pain and strain from your comfort zone
Will slay to renew and reinvigorate the breath
Essential to make a way
To the salvation you deserve
As on bended knees you pray everyday
Your God in due season you serve
Reminding the Devil is a liar
Whose maneuvers to lead you astray
Can no longer soar higher
When into your life returns the ray
God shines brighter and brighter
Clearing dark clouds
That for an instant held you tighter
Enveloping you in doubt shrouds
You fight better and better
As faith grows stronger
To break away the sin and temptation fetter
The Devil squeezed a little longer
When you prevaricated
Granting him room to ensnare you
As your faith vacillated
Until your faith resolve in Babylon grew anew
To consolidate your path to salvation
Whacking the Devil
Into submission
Alongside his bags and tags teeming with evil.
Ancient city rising up from the great Euphrates
What great artistic mind brought forth your beauty from imagination?
Verdant plants and trees
Tower
Rise up for the sky-blue sky
Many India Green Ferns and Mosses tumble downward reaching nearly to the next terrace
Lovers enthusiastic stroll along enjoying the lush Emerald cast about your walls
A lover's paradise to meander through your treasures
Dream pleasure and passion to sail pass
Palms of Jade soar with the fowl of the air
Coasting 'pon breezes and linger in your shade
Persian Green upon the Cedars draws each one to rest, relax, rejuvenate
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon such beauty in times gone by
Man made Garden Of Eden_gone to live no more
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Written this twenty-second day of April 2013
Nebuchadnezzar his royal highness
Engulfed by the abundance of his sight,
Once mused himself to the madness
Which arose from the pride of his heart:
"Is this not the great Babylon kingdom
Built by the swiftness of my might?
The kingdom that seizes the freedom
Of whatsoever nation it chooses to fight!
Whosoever it deems me fit to spare,
What shall make him not see the night?
And whosoever's life to spare I less care,
How could he escape my fury's fright?
O great Babylon the city of valour
Whose majesty of no precarious flight,
Remains at its best an epitome of honour
To the insatiable view of my delight!"
But while the utterances of his folly
Reeled from the abundance of his pride,
The Ancient of Days—Lord Most Holy—
Could not afford Himself of glory deprived;
Therefore He (God) had to prove to him
That all on which his pride such relied,
Were conquests which in his wildest dream
Couldn't have been, however all he tried.
For only He (God) to whoever He wills,
Has that power and discretion to decide
Who is he who dies, and who is he who lives
—Even the fate of all that crawl and glide!
These He does that no flesh may share
In the glory which in Him alone should abide;
Even that no lifeless god may least bear
A glory with which it was never designed.
And so to him a Voice at the instant came
That in his next seven years to be spent,
He would be devoid of same feat and fame
By which he became so proud and impudent:
That he may know that only The Most High
Has the ultimate power at every moment,
To deliver into a king's hands who should die
At any imaginable or unprecedented event.
Alas, a pathetic judgement was passed
(Which turned him a beast for a torment);
Oh, the disgraced king on the fields housed,
Far from the comfort of his majestic tent!
But the repented king (whose new birth
occured after the years of his punishment),
Praised the God of the heavens and earth
For such a great opportunity to repent.
"King Nebuchadnezzar is really worthy of emulation for his recompense
of heart...But most especially, for his repentance from pride and folly!"
"Babylon Candy"
“My god you
babble on”
he said.
the guy
thought he was
a giant,
as far as writers go.
She chirped,
“it’s all post humus
humour, from here on in
you know”.
Code-named,
“The Owl”,
she rolled her eyes
and hooted,
“You may as well play
with your marbles
before you lose them.”
“God only knows -
I Am.”
he replied,
“me, myself and I!
By the way,” he adds
quite flippantly,
“you think they could
choose better music...
and what is it
they’re putting
in drinks these days?
The Green Fairy?”
the response,
“Yes, The Green Fairy,
I hear he’s somewhere, here.
Lethal agent that one, excels
at camouflage.”
she elaborated further,
“The Lights don’t help.
You'd think they could
turn them down.”
Meanwhile,
back on the dance floor
of the U.a.U.
(Unicorns are Us)
Publisher’s Ball,
dressed to the 9’s
in 6 inch heels,
a silent observer,
unrevealed
sweet and sour Candy
stood sucking
on a high ball,
some long island iced T
watching on bemused,
waiting
for The Owl’s
next move…
in the bird’s
pocket, not very
well hidden, fully loaded
like a water diviner
perched
the inevitable
big gun
seeking out
The Resistance
burned,
a slow rising story.
flashforward
Hypodiegesis
Chekov’s gun -
"all guts"
the dossier read,
"and by God...
all glory."
Everything
for the
story.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Is what I really want to do .
THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.
Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl
In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.
We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.
Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.
The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.
No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.
Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the Doylestown Poet
To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain
Stretching to the vaults of heaven
to quite the RAGE of Man
to challenge the reign of divinity
into humanities Wasteland of Ages
a paradise of industry and history
a sable hand in a gilded land
once called EDEN...!
Men Came With Machines of Desire,
Roses of Fire…
gauntlets of Steel
a mechanical tyranny did the same…
That clinched Thorns of Eternity!
The bloody reigns of infinity
Tears fall on dreary sand For years...
A return to Eden
Where MEN claim...
A Utopia of IRON and Dusty Screams
A future of means and profit!
Yearning for opulent DREAMS…
Built engines on the backs of the damned
A nation of lost revenants
On horizons golden Zion’s seams
Blood of war mixing with lambs cream.
A Fortress of Praise in a Corrupt age
Babylons full of wrath, as towers blaze!
We find our hearts & minds a daze
And only in our God's holy Rage...
Can cleanse
&
Turn the Page!
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Bridge To Babylon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2015
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The earth of five million was of one speech,
Build it up, higher and higher, undie,
Towers of dub man,
circumvent his plan,
Suddenly behold the man, throw it down,
Speak of Babel, people uncomfortable,
Confound and confuse, scatter, no matter,
Shem, Arphaxad, Salah and Eber, a river,
Suddenly Nebuchadnezzar, tongue teach,
The king of dreams, wise men taught to lie each,
'I know of certainty that ye would gain this time,
And you and me did drink Babylon's fine wine,
Shadrach,
Meshach and Abednego burn,
It's not your turn,
It's not your turn, unlearn,
Eat grass, lift thine eyes, dominion, you earned,
People's nations, languages and value gauges,
O Belshazzar, Mine, Tekel and Peres, hand write,
Written to see sooth to say, another day,
Oh Babylonites, there is no hope for you,
That they in their wisdom, worship devils,
Babylon the great,Mother of harlots nine,
You think divine, you think divine, you lying,
The smoke of her burning, truth unlearning,
The great Babylon come,
The whore sittetch down.
I am Alpha and Omega, beginning and end,
Babylon was cast down,
Every face a frown,
A New heaven and new earth, no hunger and thirst,
He reigns now for ever,
Babylon has gone.
And with it the words of the Wizard London.
Cuatro Tetractys
Politics, circumvent, all common sense,
facsimiles,
non exist.
Raise tax
ax.
……………………………….................................
Thus,
we the
tax payers,
of common sense,
should circumvent, by our two cents, these gents!
………………………………...............................
Raise tax of wealthy, to the healthy max.
Lift up ax tax.
Stop grinding,
face of
poor!
……………………………….............................
Need us of common sense, say any more?
This be judgment,
of great whore.
They serve’
her!
(C. Rev. Ch, 17&18)KJV
For. Tetractys
In Honor of: Jared Pickett
Placed #2
Words hold the meaning that we assign them
Ever since the fall of the tower .....
Babylon
Ancient land of mysteries solved
and shared
Where collective mind
cast away the shadow of doubt.
Creative thought
held siege by the Jealous Gods of war
and retribution
Zeus
Appolo
Yeshua
A hundred times, babylon fell
to the Kassites, the Assyrians,
She fell
and was re-built by Nebuchadnezzar
The hanging gardens, of Eden
her fruit of art and music
flowed through deserts
with the sweet wine of Bacchus
intoxicating all in her pleasure.
In the aftermath of the great feast
they awoke to find
The Persian army stationed amidst them
having walked through the river
and under the walls.
Order reform, separation.
corruption deterioration
Dust to dust.
till
Alexander the Great
wooed her alive again..
Babylon
dancing through gardens, libraries,
markets, travel and trade
musicians, poets and playwrights
came again to sing praises of her beauty.
With his death
she fell
pawed apart by the feuding decay of his bureaucrats.
Babylon, death and rebirth..
Now she lies beneath the sands,
beneath the waters of the Euphrates
A camel ride south of Bagdad
where the tanks and shells of many lands
shake the ancient tower down.
Hammurabi’s code still stands
shattered into a million languages.
Right is right
and Law is Law.
Hand of power, heart of whimsy, tamer of
mighty rivers. Rivers of initial learning,
nurturer of ancient gardens, gardens in
their fabled beauty hanging yet in utter
freshness in the fecund hearts of poets.
Poet at heart cooped solitary, hostage of
life's fickle fortune. Fortune dreamed
with vanished glories still as green as
tendrils twining. Twining on to memories
heart-held, held while tending patch of
foliage, muttering through graying mustache,
"You're soft muffins, crumbly cookies,
munchies in my white cell circle; circle
stony though surrounds me, I'm still palm tree,
brave, steadfast; that you're not, but bush."
Sarajevo - WHORES OF BABYLON
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
they jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap theirr lives in what there is to find
and Sarajevo feels what's never seen.
Too late, discovery makes all hearts to see
They've let their beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where they have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be there in loves embrace
and so they never look love in the face.
© Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet