Best Civilization Poems
The mark of a world elite not seen in Casablanca
but gives a serene-feel for any stone to become a lover.
Sweet Paris- Europe’s geographic butterfly
so captivating and orgasmic, better than any screensaver.
Land and water, city mates in wonderful and nice Venice
prosperity and suitors flocking in like an angry river.
Standard of living, magnified with rare lenses in silent Geneva
proves that if you cannot be the heart, be the liver.
America crossing borders, settling in Sidney
exploits of the human mind, nowhere near over.
Oh Africa! Buckle up and don’t say never
Asia is your excellent teacher, learn and wait not forever.
Pillar of perfect Civilization
Foundation stone truly speaks of pure love of humanity
No discrimination of nepotism in any way for any reason
where nothing is concerned about Country race religion caste creed black or white
Just considers only humanity which is above all
where human is treated as human only in priority
The law of pure humanity speaks about love only
but not applicable for inhuman people
For inhuman people injustice is justice
Pure social human norms are their hates
destruction is their destination
they feel happy by inflicting pain to others
Ultimately they donot know to love themselves also
Imagine myself..
a traveller from the ancient world of history -
world of Buddha, Hsuen Tsang and Fa Hien,
land of Pyramids, and Great Wall... walking through ages..
in search for knowledge, spirituality, harmony..
crossing through meandering rivers and mighty oceans,
hills and dales of the universe,
in quest of love, kindness and inner peace.
Probably many have imagined the same way as I do...
inspired by the chimes soaring above from the temples,
standing on the seashore with sapphire waves rolling away, meditating on serene snowy mountaintops,
with chartreuse waterfalls descending on coral rocks.
History of human civilization....
A history of inquiry, enlightenment and attainment of peace.
References: Hsuan Tsang - 7th century Chinese Buddhist monk, scholar, traveller
Fa Hien - Chinese Buddhist monk who travelled on foot from China to India
Buddha - Spiritual leader. The word itself means "enlightenment".
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Ancient
~*~*~*~*~*Beliefs
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Cultivate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Distinguishable
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Entities
~*~*~*~*~*Fortify
Genuine
~*~*~*~*~*Harmonic
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Ideas
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Justifying
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Kindredship
~*~*~*~*~*Mentoring
Nurturing
~*~*~*~*~*Obliging
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Perseverance
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Qualifies
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Respect
~*~*~*~*~*Strengthening
Transcends
~*~*~*~*~*Ultimate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Victory
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Wellsprings
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Xenial
~*~*~*~*~*Yonder
Zeal
In Jordan’s desert, a building façade
has been carved into the face of a vertical cliff.
Stairs leading to the structure are lined with lanterns.
Looking up, a view standing right of center,
stone appears orange near the base fading to black at its top.
Where cliff’s edge meets the night sky,
darkness brightens into starlight.
While appearing more ancient,
this façade has features of Roman architecture:
columns, shallow gables atop flat roofs, carved figures decorating idle spaces.
It has two stories.
It’s first has six columns.
Two are set back from the entrance that is supported by four beneath a gable.
Two horses are carved on wall between first and second column,
two more are carved between fourth and sixth column.
Inside a portico behind the center four columns,
steps lead up to a tall entrance, black,
an opening to a large chamber inside the rock.
The second story, as wide as first, has a block cut from its center.
At each side are half gables, supported by two columns.
Statues are carved beneath each gable.
Between these gables is a turret supported with columns.
A statue of a human figure stands within the turret.
The grand scale of the western façade should be alien in the Jordanian desert.
It should be, but is not.
If taken from the rock and perfectly constructed in Washington D.C.,
with a coat of white paint, it would not look out of place.
A fusion of West and East, this place begs questions about the people who carved it,
political and religious beliefs of their civilization,
its purpose in a desert,
and how it could be ahead of its time.
If unable to read, see translation at end of poem!
THE ONG CIVILIZATION
Wonghongilonge songailinonggong tonghonge Pongacongifongicong, I dongisongcongovonge rongedong a songunongkongenong rongeefong.
Itong wongasong tonghonge longononggong longosongtong Isonglonge ofong Ononggong.
Mongy dongisongcongovongerongy longedong monge tongo fonginongdong tonghongatong
tonghongisong tonginongyong isonglonge hongadong bongeenong tonghonge hongomonge ofong tonghonge Ononggong congivongilongizongatongionong.
Tonghongrongee mongilongesong anongdong tongwongomongilongesong wongidonge, itongsonganongkong bongecongausonge tonghonge Ononggongesonge wongeronge songo hongeavongyong tonghongeirong wongeigonghongtong wongasong songogongrongeatong tonghongatong itong wongasong longosongtong fongorong congenongtongurongiesong
unongtongilong mongy dongisongcongovongerongyong anongdong itongsong longanongonguagonge wongasong tongronganongronglongatongedong.
Translation: While sailing the Pacific, I discovered a sunken reef. It was the home of the long lost Isle of Ong. My discovery led me to find that this tiny isle had been the home of the Ong covilization. Three miles long and two miles wide, it sank because the Ongonese were so heavy and their weight was so great that it was lost for centuries until my discovery and its language was translated.
Curtis Moorman
28 January 2012
For contest: New Language
Civilization?
See the verdant farmland
rolling softly through the hills,
just before construction crews
move in for the kill.
There's the tiny country church
Perched up in the wood,
Bounded tight on either side
By prefab neighborhoods.
Behold the vanishing herds of cows
and their wistful lowing calls;
I'll miss their curious, quizzical looks
When pasture becomes a mall.
See the pretty little bunny
Standing by the road,
just before the pickup truck
provides reason for this ode.
The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown through Michelangelo, Donatello, Da Vinci and others.
Finds great contentment in the treasury of the family.
Its empire once hitting heights way beyond the white mountains,
from Portugal to Syria and from Britain to the North African deserts;
while in possession of a language with more Latin words than any other.
It is a bird in constant carriage of two small chicks
while one is distant in the oldest continuous constitution,
the other stands apart in locking its city Gates at night.
The contributions of two major pillars out of so many
in the awesome support of the eighteenth century enlightenment
arguably equates the international influence of its “Three fountains”.
It has great command in the language of music
as the first global operas were composed in its sitting room.
From the Sardinian islands to the spectacle of the leaning tower of prisa,
this world nation with a significant portion
of its economic power rested on the dealings of mafias
is home to ‘A’ grade designers and highly rated sport automobiles.
The birth place of Galileo Galilei and Carlo Collodi,
engaging in unsaid romance with its own wolf;
making leisure a charismatic ritual through the evening stroll
and enjoying the biggest holiday in Christmas to Epiphany
is this land with more masterpieces than any other in the planet
and having the largest tertiary institution in its continent.
Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.
Historical pages cling romantically to our eyes,
Each epoch defines a sparkling gem of surprise,
Their fluttered rebirth is like stars changing sizes
Release by time flown from the damp demise.
That dip their limbs to bow unto gloss modernity
Like the artist and sculpture, they paint a world.
Of aesthetic peculiarities and lofty discovery,
Longing to find a place soaring free in the soul.
A vault of citadels says much; then said no more
Deep within, ancient wonders rise from the ashes
Talented beauty weaves from centuries we adore,
The time and place asleep in a waste wilderness.
The plague of colors survives in medieval triumph,
England, a literary monument of architect literature.
Finds the noble heart to express cherished breath
Creating the etiquette claimed by French culture.
Such dept alone could not be paid by metamorphism
Humanism fading in a mist has its place in society,
Heightened with extreme lust and erotic mannerism,
Italy removes the conscious veil from bizarre reality.
Ceiling significant through music strings serenade,
Renaissance dazed; allusion lay dreaming half awake
The inquisition of fate went on pilgrimage made,
German sentence commute through the classical gate.
The Netherlands explore and navigate all the distances
Byzantine adherence goes beyond impregnable walls,
depict faces of the Tsars persist in the military hypothesis,
And labyrinths take refuge in Russian banqueting halls.
The richest measured proportion of distilled beverage,
Vodka values more than all the dull limited senses,
Spanish religion repository of the myths and rage
Set the path where new western experience commences.
Portugal selfie, the pinnacle piece that thirsts for commerce
Lisbon flourished paints and medicines with Flemish.
Poland concept and conflict gain border land dominance,
Spice trade rises high and makes indiscreet allusion flourish.
We travel far beyond renaissance to the greatest monument,
When the transition of culture from the middle age evolved
Mesmerized art is a rediscovery of an enduring cultural movement,
The monarch of the Roman Empire renaissance man inspired.
The constitution of ‘behind closed doors’ has been ripped apart
wild and adventurous, the silent additions to personalities
while morality is shredded in the offices of humanistic views
giving character an explosiveness
for goodness to break the boundaries of its definition.
Exposure of flesh in the industry of sex marketing
sets the yardstick to the society’s acceptance of beauty.
Virginity is a worn out cloth eaten by the moth of self expression
while simple things have turned difficult
for the complex ones to be the easy way out.
Societal embrace occurs with its hands enclosing from behind.
Blending pride with a lack of talent
blossoms the height of uncommon skills.
Far from arts, creativity, music and dancing
one can still attract ‘die-hards’ with absolute magnetic power.
Family values have lost their unbelievable stamina
as the cabins of cultures are demarcated into mere routines.
The slogan of the 21st century centers on self protection alone
thereby pumping rights with ten times more gasoline to responsibilities.
In constant fight against nature the goal
Creating danger for fun
Man
Ummm...
What's the difference?
Who are we to think we're so smart?
Who gave us the God (always male) who told us that?
How's it workin' out for you
thinkin' 'bout
“unalienable rights”?
Or thinkin' 'bout how
you're gonna pay your bills
when your salary's frozen
but the price of food and gasoline
isn't?
Age old,
I'm told.
Believe it's time to get bold.
And take it to the streets....
no matter how crazy it looks.
Comfort in living, from the exercise of thinking
Interlinked webs matching each other despite their differences
Vices not welcomed and a society projecting growth
Inside, already existent development spreading through all angles
Lifestyle in digital form, well advanced in a high standard
Invention of new ideas for life to get fresher
Zenith in these changes can never be reached
An analogue system of operation outgrown and neglected
The taste for comfort matching the desire for betterment
Interaction blessed with great open-mindedness
Organization getting to the extreme of best
New prospects of life making the world smaller and more habitable
This is my printed cup
This is my drink of choice
This is my fast car
This is my exquisite food
This is my two level condo
This is my fancy restaurant
This is my body inked
This is my brain held
This is my friend jack
This is my prozac
This is my credit card
This is how i'm not a retard
This is my superhero
This is my reality show.
This is my lack of identity
This is my lost destiny
Is it the same ?, cause you will leave barefoot as you came..
What civilization you do draw, man!
Enlightening some too little candles,
Beneath centuries' deep darkness is seen
Which is engulfing your own existence;
Humans degrade humans loosing devils
And sins of lust, murder, crimes, corruptions
Wars, violence, greed, hatred, all evils
Are enough to finish all perfections;
Leave me here in this hungry wilderness,
In this ferocious cage leave me alone,
I won't return to your shocking darkness
Which is spoiling my every bone and clone;
Where is human in your earth of animal?
Need find out but everywhere lives devil.