Best Babylonian Poems
A furious Bush gave an urgent speech at the UN Headquarters
demanding that they must search beneath the Babylonian
soil and bring proof of any hidden nuclear weapon;
Brian Haw, as many, honestly believed that there were none...
why didn't Blair and Golden believe his words?
Soon Iraq was invaded and bombarded and as night got colder,
frequent explosions lit up the blackest sky of the Middle East,
but they did not kill Saddam: the bearded, tyrannical beast....
he would be found in a filthy bunker with a limited supply of food and water;
why did he flee and hide into that unlivable hole like a persecuted priest?
His execution was horrendous, but justice was done for his crimes
and whether he had nuclear weapons and later dismantled them in secret
to avoid sanctions and alienation: one thing is for certain he's no longer a threat;
he was loved by some, but hated by many...was his power based on lies?
An angry president was appeased, but a defeated tyrant had to meet a horrible fate!
What is nowadays West, in a moment of relaxation
While you wait for the green on a crossroad:
Impressions dissolve in stuffiness, preceding rainfall,
Although there are no other signs of rain.
Poor Jim Morrison, the whole generation
Of melancholic, alco-dependant kids
Was growing old, listening in awe to his invocations.
He clearly stated the west is the best,
We quickly and joyfully surrendered,
Puffing rings, bowing languidly to the rhythms of the End.
Fortunatelly, my West stays the same, in general
Though compared to Morrison’s time
West may look a bit more Babylonian.
You get clusters of towers, mounting up
Which are the cathedrals of Marduk,
Who is the most disguised of all the Gods,
But even he is disclosed
For those who wish to know -
Needless to say, there are very few initiates.
Whereas the majority live in blissful ignorance,
Using those towers like homes,
They elevate up and down, go in and out
Doors revolve every second in perpetual motion.
Tower people are happy about their work and after hours
And whatever else they are happy about in the depths of shallow bustle,
Unbeknownst to themselves, Mardukians
Unknowingly serve their obscure God
Who uses his almighty power
Just for the fun of it, like the other Gods did,
Until their cult passed into oblivion.
Bow down
when you hear the music
Stand up
when you hear the sound
Limber low
when you see the golden image
Babel Tower rise pyramid erect
like a flagpole
Toes arched high,
elbows bent with hand over heart
Eyes swaying side to side,
when the wavy cloth idol music start
Brow pride is palm raised like
battle eagles soaring in the sky
Stripe octave bars ... vocal fawn pull ups
follow the push up bra lung stars —
Lady Libber tease who lyrically demand bending knees
to have total loyalty ... no protest hiccups
Babylonian calisthenics,
moral free exercise of mind control
It’s the Caesar peace diet: Wait-loss edition
for every patriotic war starved soul
Babylonian calisthenics is robotic brain wave pathetic
Cardio wavy instructions will teach you
to know when to servile stand,
and when to grovel, beggarly bow
Know when to voluntarily sweat accept
a mandatory enlist,
give a dog tag vow ab crunch howl
Then wince the bomb music stop,
tap the mushroom bulge of your global warm belly
And ask yourself,
did you put enough prosthetic coin fat in the
Veteran of Foreign Wars lean pot?
If not, donate some more submissively supple blood
to the white surrender flag
Which is always scornfully used
as a Babel blues snot rag
So bow down
when you hear the death music
Stand up
when you hear the siren sound
The politically paid peace mourners
will tearfully tell you that you’re physically fit
to be buried in the sour ground
Babylonia : Part Four - A Babylonian Paradise
Come in, come in, all are welcome!
Welcome to Babylonia! Welcome home.
Every animal is welcome here,
You can be yourself;
You have no need to fear.
Babylonia has always and shall always be here.
The place for all animals, when they wish to retire.
Tired of the rat race? Need something better?
Then Babylonia is for you friend, there is no place I’d rather
Spend the rest of eternity in;
I’d like to introduce you all to my wife and kids.
I am Groat, the goat and we have very lush grass.
Feel free to help yourself, to whatever you come across.
The world is your oyster; your greed is your clam.
This is paradise and you are all welcome.
Jungle to your left, ocean to your right;
Mountains beyond the valleys behind me.
Open your eyes to your new paradise!
Over a million trees and every day you will meet a new species.
It isn’t kill or be killed,
But I understand some of you have a need.
So hunt your prey,
Or raise a family.
Live your lives,
However you want them to be.
You can see through the water on a sunny day; I love the smell
And forget the pollution…This is Heaven, not Hell.
Whatever you wish for is yours if you can find it my friends;
But this Heaven is so large you shall never reach the end.
Eternal life here in paradise;
Generations of families sit together to talk at night.
Let us all be one great family,
Or let us all at least do as we please…
Then we shall be free.
The fruits of Eden’s vine are nothing compared to our fruit.
The juiciest, tastiest, manna sent from Heaven.
You are now all free to do whatever you choose.
I am simply here to welcome you all in…
My Friends;
The Animals.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The time of yesterday came and left today, the eve of tomorrow
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-