Best Cuneiform Poems

The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts 
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.

The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
     flowing rags of worthless chattel
       ...

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“Frequency” 

we are separated 
from the others
by a thin membrane

electromagnetic

we are receptors
unignited ununited
only tuned into our own

frequency

existing to be lit
the fuses touching
reaching delicately 

that which we do 
and do not see, 
believe

answers embedded
in tablets read 
then swallowed

poetry 
more ancient
than any book 

cuneiform keys
to passages linking
ziggurat...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged and categorised 
all bought with a price 

to be mined
unfolding...

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Long has it been maintained,
writing sprang from economic drive and need,
seeing as the cuneiform tablets
were soon interpreted with worldly eyes.

But economics is a stylus scratching lies on clay,
a social science to varnish human selfishness away....

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"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the flow, always arrive 
before words, they are cast 

in the lines, like some divination, 
hexagrams etched, embedded
in the yin and...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at your ability to ink my thoughts onto paper without a...

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Ashes of humanity
Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity
Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity

Weaving with man's joy and sorrows
Entwined with lattices of honey yellows
Drifting in clouds of human form
Numeric and linguistic crypts of cuneiform
Endearing are thoughts and words, not jive
Sprinkled ashes etched on...

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There lives with-in, a grande dame fair,
goddess of many talents rare.
Yet, humble in her own shy way,
she weaves her words without delay, beyond compare.

You might just think she lives to write,
that poetry consumes her sight.
I see a soul that lives to love . . .
to...

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“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” 

wake up 
shake up 
kaleidoscope girl

jigsaw
see saw 
fit the pieces

she 
another world
away 

the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil

safe harbour 
opening 
portals 

for ocean steering 
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew

the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised

time’s racing
discharge fear
or remain

feathers spreading
in the realm...

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Lego Cities
  
Square blocked infrastructures formed from a meddling mind
engineered and fused together with sticky grape popsicle fingers
the Lego Babylon rises with its hanging gardens 
strewn along the carpet floor.

A Mesopotamian oasis of multi-colored plastic struts 
carelessly scattered for archeologists to decipher. 
All those...

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Creative Native, quite contemplative-
he draws on walls in ancient caves.
So Hieroglyphic speculative:
Cuneiform curses mark mummy graves.

On land the sand, the grains of Man-
exoplated, protective shells.
A last ballast, we're sinking fast;
step lively men, and hoist the sails!

The Tribe has grown and it has thrived-
(their drumbeats echo...

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Feed your goldfish before you leave 
Love them as you love yourself
The bible tells us all fish are created equal 

Some people prefer baby guppies
Because their mouths move slow and oval
They are smaller and talk in pantomime
Can breath underwater
And even look like one another all...

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war alone;
 I will wash away the speech
 And cross the...

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Concentric constellations of cosmic
consciousness catapult cuneiform
cubi-calm charismatics, creating
crystalline coloured corridors
casually camouflaged, commanding
cyclic, cryptic compassion calling cards.
Center court connectives calculate
comparable crying conniptions calling
circus cellular cumulative consolidations.

CAUTION: CARING CONTENTS CONCEALED...

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She was eminently qualified in numbers  
Held fast to the beliefs in physical objects  
Felt every molecule down to her mortal soul
Religion guided Sue through water and soil
Down in the mud of love 
Prayer lined up on the side of God
A tool most...

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