Best Damascus Poems

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"DAMASCUS"



There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed...

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Once upon a time, R.E.D walked down a road of rhymes,
Then took a turn towards the "POET," who was well within his prime.
This POET had been blessed with a natural ability.
His verse had been dispersed with speed and agility.
But, down this road, R.E.D still decided...

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Starry skies over Damascus

Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption

The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty

Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now

The planes feature logos
“Just...

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I join my fellow travellers 
On the road to Damascus 
The guilty the ignorant the egotists 
With our ashen faces 
And threadbare skin 
Confined and self absorbed 
We walked mostly in silence 
But some dare to speak of destiny 
of been no other way 

We...

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Damascus Is On Fire!

Damascus is on fire!
The wooden men and the plastic men.
They roam the avenues in search of corpses.
Young deathless corpses with frozen grins.
They break into the mansions and into the buildings of hypocrisy.
They strangle the truth and eat hate for breakfast.
I scream from...

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ON THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS
By Roy Merritt
(A Humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)

I was on the road to Damascus to give them Christians hell
I was on the road to Damascus and never had I failed
I was on the road to Damascus when...

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ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in 
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus

Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet...

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I'll cross the dunes where the sand has grown
And lift my eyes to the horizon last
For me to follow to my lovers home
Travel the desert this hell so vast

I need to find Damascus, where my love lives
The sky has been watched, the sands read
To give...

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It was on the road to Damascus 
When suddenly I was struck
It wasn’t a damascene moment
Just a great big pick up truck...

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A dirge for the ancient and modern
   city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
   blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying 
   'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the 
   war of adults.

The ...

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On The Road To Damascus Part Two
By Roy Merritt
(A humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)

That was my first journey on my second Peter became a friend
And with him I debated the Gentiles and foreskin
He said they had to cut it because the...

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Truth has become socially malleable,
personally customized and saleable.

Ruled Politically incorrect,
by the self appointed elect.

We’ve hit that slippery slope running,
led by diabolical cunning.

We're on that horse and galloping like Saul,
persecuting salvation...right St Paul?

The sin is the same as it used to be,
just a different apple tree.

Work...

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The room is an object in its entirety.
Singular in form and mind,
and multiple in purpose and pleasure.
It is a secret capsule.
Though it was once adorned with bright reds and greens and plated golds
that climbed up the walls like vines of calligraphy clambering towards colored swatches...

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Sunset in Jerusalem...
The vendors scramble to rid themselves of fruits, vegetables, and cute souvenirs.

A young boy bellows at the top of his lungs,
"Hurry up! Going fast!"

A man carries a newborn and a diaper bag over his shoulders.

A mass exodus of shoppe keepers leaving the gate...

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On my long way to that 
strange land
I cross sword with much 
a hand
And smiles I meet of
many forms
But still I pull myself through 
storms.

For here in me I put my trust
That is, beside the  God I 
must
For I will neither wreck my 
heart
Nor...

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