Best Iron Age Poems

Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed and fastidiously scrubbed out twice 
A day 
With a fine...

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GLISTENING GOKARNA

This scenic beauty, a grand temple town
Seated in the Arabian Sea like a golden crown
Bedecked on its bosom the blue beaches festoon 
To name a few- Kudle, Paradise,Om and Half moon 


Plays host to a galore of global tourists
Adventure enthusiasts and also motorists
Its a...

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Originating in the ‘Iron-Age’, they stand
as living history; a testament
to the craftsmanship of men of yore

built by hand, each stone 
strategically placed one upon another
no mortar holds them, and yet
as our lands circulatory system
of boundaries
they’ve stood for centuries

arteries and veins of dry stone wall
flowing across...

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The Twenty First Century will be like no other.
For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward.
Generation after generation pretty much the same.
Then slowly at first things began to change.
The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump to the Industrial Revolution and now the Technological Revolution....

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Laborer and oxen are drawn
to slumber and to toil.
trodden fields of dawn
through basalt seeded soil.

A consistent daily chore
broken and blistered skin
farming out of folklore
the spirit from within.

An iron age passes by,
ploughed by tools of wood

Faces etched, livelihood.

(The traditional farmers of Nicaragua)...

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Once there was a dame called Anne “the bane”
Her trick “God-promise .My words are true & sane”
“Sam and Bern are prophets.God-promise!”
“my comprehension is the truth.God-promise!”
Bloody are we in “stone age” or “iron age” dame?...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred twenty counted souls, and me.

The older children play, running in sun washed petticoats,
hair pulled back in pigtails & ribbons, an...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21

Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to standstill

Callow kids spray lead to warn not infidel
For what glory of own faith’s idle pets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill...

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Solstice

As I stood within this ancient Iron Age fort of stone
Dark clouds hid the wind that chilled me to the bone
The voices of waves hissed below on the sandy shore
And I was transported back to the Celtic time of lore.
Of ancient Druids and sun gods,...

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Faith, Feast-given by one who is leaving
Outpouring alligance
Youth's name in celtic region of Europe

Foy is a town in Belgium and England-The Belgium town has French, dutch and German 
people there. Celtic region is the northern European countries during the iron age....

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1/19/23


Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure

Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things...

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Nation's full of devastation,
Famine and drought.
In a world full of technology,
Yet we still can't work it out.
Have we come any further
From when we lived in a cave,
From the iron age of man,
To make chains to enslave.
When people are still living
In huts made of mud,
Has all...

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Triumphant milestones rocked and rolled thru this (viz – modern) age  
     began in the dawn of *****Sapiens early evolutionary light
     when those prime ape proto simians trod the virgin land
    ...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.

The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.

There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will...

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"A house divided against itself...", Marxist know, cannot stand. The scheme, I believe, to sow as much confusion as possible. The world has gone through many ages: The Iron Age of Iron miracles, the Renaissance, when art reached its pinnacle of spirituality...and now, what we...

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