Best Hammurabi Poems
Long before Babylonians, Assyrians, Persians and Greeks,
Before Hammurabi, Sargon and Ramses ruled
The world below their feet;
Before biblical scenes and mythological dreams
Of magical carpet rides,
I knew you back then
Where sea breezes begin
And history was a gleam in your eye...
Alexandria, Alexandria, city of pleasure and pain,
They called you Ricotis as I recall
Earth Mother once called you by name.
Nestled on the Mediterranean Sea of monsters,
Pirates and explorers renowned,
You were not much more than desert floor
Until the conqueror came to town.
Alexander, Alexander, God-man, ruler-thought divine,
Sailed by your winds where the world begins
And knowledge was born and thrived.
In the halls of those palaces and places
He built from his own vision quest,
To rule a world of enlightened beings
Where all people could achieve their best.
Though he never quite saw your white marble walls,
With pillars of gold and blue;
Of the Serapeum filled with scholarly souls
Recording their own world view.
He never knew Pythagoras, philosopher, scientist extraordinaire;
Or the historians Philo and Josephus
And the volumes of memories they shared.
The early Christians, Church Fathers and Saints
Origen, Clement and Mark;
Alexander never knew what he finally did
When he gave you that worldly start.
You’ve seen the Pharos come and go,
Dynasties crumble and fall;
Romans and Greeks swept right off their feet
And Cleopatra’s castle walls.
Pagans, Jews and Christians too
All vying for your love;
As whispering winds of Freemason friends
Tell of Hermes below and above.
While Islam and Mohammed rule
In the shadow of the Sphinx,
Pyramids and temples filled with hieroglyphs
And obelisks that make you
Stop and think…
Alexandria, Alexandria, city of pleasure and pain;
So little I’ve spoken about you today
Compared to all I’ve gained.
Since the first day I once met you
In that dream so way back when…
Alexandria, Alexandria, so glad we’re still
Good friends.
If that pagan philosopher,
who lived before Christ,
said that Humans are moral beings,
because they have freedom to choose,
instead of saying,
that the man is a political being,
we would not have
so many wars and atrocities
for politics is contained in morality,
but morality is not contained in politics
as throwing atomic bombs demonstrates.
We would not have
that many divisions of Christ Church.
We would have one code of ethics,
as pagans under Hammurabi demonstrated.
We would not say that Native Americans
do not have souls and would not annihilate them.
We would not throw atomic bombs
on sleeping women and children.
In our litany of wrongs committed,
including abortions.
Phoenicians would still have been living
in the land of Canaan and write
chronicles in the alphabet which they discovered.
Cruel and Unusual Punishment 8th Amendment
Of particular news was a protrusion
Upsetting people with a serious infusion
About proportion of a pharmaceutical
Enough to raise and curl your cuticle
Cruel and unusual punishment create an exclusion.
This should be blocked and not allowed
to exist in our society. According to
Code of Hammurabi cruel as well as
unusual and capital punishment never
had any effect on people killing each
other. Capital punishment should be
removed from our social etiquette.
What do you think.
Jim Horn
R J K means more than my name
So we won't be playing Guess Who, that silly game
It is abbreviated for Rightful Justified King
Not King of South or King of Bling
I like to consider myself Ruler of all Destinies (R.O.A.D.)
This is not King Tut, Hammurabi, or Ramses
I don't need to be passed the crown from my parent
I claim the throne at will it is apparent
Just like I told you all in Life of a Pharoah
The path of being King is narrow
But I'm not narrow-minded
How could you all be blinded
The way I get through life is like a rail being grinded
Rough, noisy, and on-and-off balance
To my enemies I hold cold malice
On top of the world, like I sit on the Statue of Liberty's head
I can both kill all humans and resurrect the dead
My fist and sword can do the job, no poison, no lead
I am wanted everywhere like water and bread
Now tell me who's better for the job
I'll be stuck to my position like corn stick to the cob
Leading my people against snakes in a battle
Be careful identifying because not all snakes rattle
Justification is a must
Power is not my lust
If you try to empower me I will reveal your guts
Try to billy me, I turn you into a goat
Is that a threat or a promise...lol...that's both
Feel my pain, show me love, understand
Help me up, be my crutch, hold my hand
Don't you try, to deny, don't wanna die
Close your eyes
Reach for the skies
You'll get a surprise
Richard Jamaal Keen
Rightful Justified King
Word to my Queen
Your my everything
Mentally in Rio de Jenario
I address the people: Yours Truly: Pharoah
Form:
for KNOCK US DOWN WITH YOUR LINES Contest
How many generations have to suffer
the stings of those who would be bigger than
they are? Cain, Goliath, Saul, Hammurabi, Xerxes...
Other Ages were no respite from Despots.
Caesars, Hannibal, Pharaohs, Machiavelli, Richard II,
and those of the Middle Ages. All these made us suffer...
The Great War was only another step on the road of
"Man's Inhumanity to Man". Hitler, Stalin, The Terrorists
of today. Can't we yet beat our swords into plowshares together...
written 8/26/15
The 7 letters of my title equal those of my first name
Being in this position is better than any fame
I am known to be the most valuable player in the game
If you were Pharoah you would definetly feel the same
I swear on my soul that there is no army
That can conquer this HIV-like monarchy
My blood don't run it walk through my veins to my bones
As I sit most comfortably on my ivory-decorated throne
Sittin over my wisdom is a 5-pointed crown on the left side of my head
I assure not only I eat but all of my citzens taste bread
Strewn across my torso is a red, black, & green robe of course
Waiting next to me is Haorahp, my noble black horse
Notice my horse's name is spelled Pharoah in reverse
Being royalty in today's generation is both a gift and a curse
I thought it would be my best feat, yet it has become my worst
Envy is in the air that i breathe, but for what cost is it worth
Is this my fate, destiny, or is it just meant to be
Will it be foes or friends plotting to dethrone me, the roylaty
I like to be unique, I need no Queen, I'm royal enough
My mere presence, skill, mind-set, and glare label me tough
I prefer exile, the backseat, I don't want people to find me
That makes me different from Ramses ll, King Tut, Hammurabi, and Ghandi
I clearly see a demon-infested, hell-hot road where the path is narrow
Constant vigilance is key if you want to live the Life of a Pharoah
The depths of my depravity sink
My cruel and careless mind is aligned
With eyes affixed on all I've solely lost:
I dance with my scapegoating ghosts
Yearning to turn the page:
My hands are cut off by Hammurabi--
To keep from gouging Oedipus' eyes:
I am written out of the story
Ambition does not lust after me
I am forgotten in Dante's Inferno
My hands have denied any involvement--
They cite my brain for a lack-of-character(s)
Volition is cemented in the mire of Regret
Yet, She still screams to me:
"'Out damn'd spot! Out, I say!'"
So, we bury my tell-tale heart under the floor...
[This is an excerpt from a much longer poem]
is there a garden to the east of eden
out there in nod, the harsher badlands,
where cain built his hut out of clay, grew his gardens,
planted his seeds and ploughed his soil,
while ripening all around a blossoming nature,
breathing with the fair oxygen of immanence?
if so, surely, that is where i should be; that is where i should live my life -
and better yet, surely it can outcompare even the babylonian botany,
with its beautiful, scandent flowerwork -
the awesome vines of hammurabi
clinging and climbing abound all over the city-walls -
the land of nod weeps over the garden
so luscious with the hebenon and paved with the glistening moonstone,
fountained with the wine old as death -
the wine which gurgles upforth from the mouth of the abyss.
will gods' carrion-flower breathe anew,
and if so, will death even die with its unfold?
land of nod, dark waste of wild nod -
will i hurt my feet on the nettles and the thistles of truth?
yeah, probably i will hurt my feet;
not even dantes' footsteps are longer visible in the mud before me.
Form:
Under Insurgents Hard Heels
Have you been under insurgents hard heels before?
While being in pain and suffering forevermore
Before you knew it, family member was found dead
And over him or her many prayers must be said.
While we all around the world may be celebrating
Mid-East people suffer pain that is excruciating
They before never created or had thought of
Only wanting world peace and all their love.
What a world has become full of conflict like this
No wonder many of my points they often miss
Another news story's here you dread to have read
About a child starving to death dying with no bed.
Where can any hope possibly ever be found
And much agony can no longer hear its sound
Some are alive loving their poppy and mommy
We in school read about Code of Hammurabi.
Capital punishment never accomplished anything
Only more tears and suffering often would bring
We live everywhere being a loving lassie and lad
Rest of world is miserable always seeming so sad.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Now to figure out what to code this other
than simply, utterly miserable.