Best Homs Poems

Beating the midday forlorn sun
By foot they begun the journey leaving the pun
Beware of the dangers and tactics to shun  
Between that time and reaching the destination without fun
Beholding the situation, carrying the bun
Before Palmyra falls, it must be done. 

Holding hands the long...

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I need a page break
If you keep reading you’re about to catch bird flu
It’s changing seasons all around you
Sit back the words are causing your body to react
You feel like a woman going through menopause
Cold to hot
Pause for a moment
Did I ask for your opinion?
Wait!...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for broken dreams        ...

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Unnumbered human corpses
mutilated and spread
like illegally-shot elephants in Waza Park!
From ‘man know thyself’
to ‘man hates himself’-
humans mutilate humans!

Future-bound glorious infants,
feeble moms
and luck-abandoned dads
bombed, suffocated, shot and slain
by politico-economic drunks!
Yawning stomachs here,
blood-dripping arms there,
open-mouth frozen heads here,
rotting breasts there,
decomposing legs here…

We are in Homs,
we are in...

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while syria bombs homs
what is america doing with it's drones
are the bombs in syria less deadly than ours
or are the eye's of the media aimed at what 
our leaders want us to see
truly the terrorist live in terror
they sowed the wind and reaped the whirlwind...

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Homicide

Homs Damascus Allepo

Home to homeless rubicon

Haunted hangman’s habitat

Humanity castrated

Hosts of hegemomial 

Holocaustic genocide

Harvest of hypocrisy 



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27th   September   2016...

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Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms
seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham.

Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage,
boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which hankering calms
embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks
constantly subjected to exams

from...

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Wen I was jest a litl boy
An a pensil was mi toy
I likd to rit poms
An did mi best … homs

As a teenager
I began to revolt
I got an attitude
To the man I was rude
My writing was crude
I experimented
Adults were demented
I took a position
Refused to listen
This...

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Syria
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
 walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid 
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to...

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At age sixteen you can drive a new car
   Although you can't enter (most) taverns or bars 
At sixteen you can even drop out of school
   If that's who you really think you are

At age eighteen you can legally cast a...

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Quarter past two
out to the loo.
Back into bed
laying my head
thoughts come to mind
worries to find.

Over I turn
but still they return.
All out of sorts,
why do these thoughts
infect and spread
beyond my head?

Stretching my ham
I'm seized with cramp.
Now in a sweat
from pain and threat,
when will its grip
release me...

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The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak

That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at bay
The thing we thought had gone away 
Now clothes our...

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