Best Jerusalem Poems
Remember
Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out by the UK
bombed by the IRA
slandered with spit by Turkish terrorists
sent to the Siberian gulags in Russia
comrades they are not
evicted from many many lands
Battles house by house
street by street
once friendly neighbors
each calling the other traitor
a bloody war where no side
would retreat
by prophecy they won
Wrestling God
the twelve tribes returned
to the land of the Israelites
to their promised land
from sand they made gardens
from the desert they grew grapes
where terror reigns they
made an oasis
Anti Zionism still slithers
belly dancers selling their deceptions
naked harlots forever spew latent hate
evil men whisper, dead jew, dead jew
sadly, uneducated views saturate
seductively selling their false peace
like a woman's second hand virginity
They only hate, and dream of blood
if only, if only we had another flood
Noah would leave them all at shore
harlots, by any other name are simply
the devils horses
Israel was
Israel is
Israel shall forever be
the Middle East's democracy
and graciously
the custodian of all of us
a religious trinity
Gods chosen
their glorious capital
Jerusalem!
The soldiers said
That the boy threw a grenade.
The parents of the boy said
That the soldiers planned to kill him.
This is what happens
When one person
Believes that another person
Is but an animal,
And not human.
People will self-fulfill as animal
And it’s much easier to kill
An animal,
Especially when you are an animal.
So, this is what really happened that day-
Both sides were right.
The boy walked down the street,
Before dawn, and saw the soldiers,
Who were walking on egg shells
With fear and expectation,
(Of course, they were mere boys themselves).
When the boy saw them look his way,
He reached into his basket
And threw a fresh egg
In their direction.
The boy’s face had just a split second
To crack a small smile
Before the bullet
Shattered his face
And skull
And the soldier
Was left with egg on his face
As well, but unfortunately,
Just a split second after he fired the shot.
So, eggs are grenades.
Boys are killers.
And that is when the cock crows
Between boys
In a Jerusalem morning.
Jerusalem expensive
They took her by force and took it from under our feet They went out
We love and we want, but their weapons in the Muslim Tortured us
Cry day and night, and between their hands do not want to stay
Notifies the sadness calls, every human being by a drop of blood Islam
Youth killed aggression, and an orphanage in the streets of pain
Children of security they want, and the Zionists speak the language of blood
Responsible for watching the war, and organizations suspicion that they are incorrigible Peace
They beat us and tortured us, and armed Dmrona and Okhavona
Moved O Muslims, and all fighters Belongings
What is the value of the life he leads Denied, and of belongings you ban
Enough of humiliation and deadlock, Your cooperation to return You
God is in favor of the right, what you just have to go ahead and fight
O Muslim, there is no saddens blow ......
The higher the oppressor, Fall become more painful .......
Muslim proudly
Author : Omar Hachmi
http://creationsomarhachmi.blogspot.com/
Jerusalem, in the white of night,
with all the ages steeped upon your shoulders,
and the tombs of fading kings;
history has been unkind to thee,
and the desert sea laden with endless enemies ----
thou shooting star who shawn too bright! ----
how wan the dying rose with Mecca roaring in the wind!
how it whispers a new witchcraft....
A new shackle the zealots bring, on hallowed ground....
where angels fear to tread, lest they spill blood,
like the lot of man, the rockets shall bring peace, they say!
and from the east the Palestian, crushed like grapes in a winepress,
betwixt Hebrew and madmen;
'O Jerusalem, how the Lillie's lilt in thy wan shadow,
how the purge of men shudders to hear your final breath....
no sun shines on thee like a risen Christ;
no banner he bears but love,
no weapon formed but wisdom to silence paranoia;
lay down your swords, and he shall rebuild thee in three days
'O Jerusalem,
you old arrid hero,
who needs but the nectar of peace to heal thy ancient bones,
an old name whispers on the wind.....
THE NEW JERUSALEM
THE FIRST STANZA
Have thou ever seen such a concordance?
A new relation between man and beast
For beyond these hostile hills lies a place where the boisterous Bacchus feast
Imagine the fruits of Adam grow on a common tree
Where all would merry, ebony and ivory
Slave and free
Imagine the seven rivers meet at a widen strait
For today good has triumph over evil
Love burns up hate
The New Jerusalem is not a truce between Zion and Arabia.
Nor is it the fall of another great wall
It is not the end to man’s vicious battles fought with monstrous infernos, sulphur and thunder
But it encompasses all
THE SECOND STANZA
Have thou ever seen such an enterprise?
Where the stars would rejoice
For the lachrymal clouds would start to sing and dance at the slightest hearing of the voice
Oh! Pure ecstasy! Elysium devour me please
For a lamb has made it so
Imagine a land replenished with trees, gardens and lakes
Where untold pearls and diamonds grow
Imagine the Pandora’s box once unlocked now thrown into its abysmal grave
For a thousand pieces of silver, gold and mace
Is no equal to the deeds of the brave
The New Jerusalem is not the new –found romance between Babylonia and the Eagle.
Nor is it the coalescence of Prussia
It is all that is said and will be said
And not the rebirth of Russia
By Akanbi Olusegun
Copyright 2003.
Though just a wall
or so it's deemed
She's kept alive
a people's dreams
Myriad pilgrims come
her faithful friends
To renew her glory's
beginning and end*
*Beginning - Inaugurated by King Solomon, c. 1000 BCE
'End' - To be rebuilt with the advent of the Messiah ...
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The Western Wall, aka The Wailing Wall,
miraculously survived the razing of the
Holy Temple and the Temple Mount by
the Romans in the First Century C.E.
Jews have made pilgrimages to the
Wall over the millennia, especially since
1967, after the Six-Day War.
O, give me a home
Near Jerusalem's Dome
Where the Saints
And the Beggars still pray
Where thrice weekly is read
The Holy Torah that's spread
On the Altar
Where her Martyrs have bled
Sweet, Home - Jerusalem!
City of Peace, and a million problems:
God grant me my plea
For this holy city and me
~ That Jeru-SHALOM become her history
Living simply
rejoicing
in their callings
He, a shoemaker
finest quality
long-lasting leather
She, a seamstress
understated grace
in bridal gowns and accessories
home - Lower East Side
1930's NYC tenement-style
hearts - in Jerusalem
Their bags packed
ready to go
Hark, Elijah heralds the dawn
On a humble donkey he once rode
Thunderous crowds by the road
Liberation they craved or
A salvation he gave forth
He rides into Jerusalem once more
With no glare from two thousand years ago
Fear has pulled back praisers out of his path
There was no red carpet but marks of an invisible wrath
On this Sunday, palms of praise are not seen
The stones could not sing along to any hymn
Only sounds of the clopping are heard
The King rode on to the fate ahead
A lone conqueror of sin and damnation
He rides to war without a shield or ammunition
With praise subdued by fear, he still rides to his crucifixion
To die and rise again to save the world from a contagion
You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissention, inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview, methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty, we were Legio XV Apollonaris,
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo, the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other Legions led by General Titus, 60, 000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through Jewish guerilla ambush
asymetrical urban warfare welting our progress like a pirate pestilence
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacraficers, their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets " knee high " with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery, a torch was tossed, flames rose in rush
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box, our grief agape with a horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man aware of error in his plan,
the insurgents had men we called Fox Tails, desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number they would run into apartments,
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge, these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos, screams salting us with panic linger,
It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated with a headedless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me about morals and mercy for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude death
hate becomes your Father, vengence your Mother, aggravated murder your cause
when everything you revere and fear merge to make a leviathen of life,
the " Chosen People " of God became the chosen target of annihilation,
Mount Moriah, mansion of Yahweh the Pariah would become capital of Divine crucifixion,
J.A.B.
This poem has been entered into the Roman Legion Contest
to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsored this historical subject.
“ 1Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. 2So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don't know where they have put him!” Acts 20:1-2 NIV
There’s An Empty Tomb in Jerusalem,
Where Christ slept for three days;
Then was resurrected—
His Father above to highly praise.
He slept upon the Sabbath,
Until that Sunday morn,
But arose early in the day;
When victory over evil was born.
That empty tomb’s a reminder
That Christ is living now;
Resurrected from the dead—
By His Father’s power to endow.
He’s the only religious leader
To leave an empty grave;
All other religions are ‘works’;
Useless hope of heaven to crave.
That empty tomb is precious,
Because it is a sign—
Of the fact that evil’s conquered,
And very soon will be benign.
Man is given victory—
Over sin and over death.
Through the righteousness of Christ,
Each soul finds heaven’s hearth.
That empty tomb’s a mystery
That only God comprehends;
A reminder of His love,
And the mercy that He sends.
Because He truly loves us,
He found a way to recall—
All His righteous children;
A heavenward journey to enrol.
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
I carried on to butcher with precision and pride for 5 hours
saving the lives of a Centurion and 6 other Brothers,
and rescued the Standard of Legio V Macedonica from being burned,
I actually sealed my chin wound with the hot metal of the Standard,
for these acts of valor I was awarded the Corona Civica, and a lifetime of " Night Terrors ",
sometimes I think I died in the ruins of Jerusalem,
sometimes I feel like I'm still there, fighting for the taste of honor or for the " smell of blood "
many of the captured Jews were used as slave labor to construct the Collosium,
we made a death sport arena of Jeruselum, but there were no spectators cheering
no audience to applaud the agony of two cultures in a death match,
maybe we are all meant to be gladiators, fighting to make noble graves and pyres -
J.A.B.
These three poems, intended to be one composition, have been entered into the
Roman Legion Contest to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsered
this historic subject matter.
You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor,
wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scripture and stone
with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissension
inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview,
methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty,
we were Legio XV Apollonaris
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo,
the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other legions led by General Titus
60,000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through the Jewish guerilla ambush
asymmetrical urban warfare welting our progress
like a pirate pestilence,
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacrificers
their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets ankle high with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery
a torch was tossed,
flames rose in a rush,
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box,
our grief agape with horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent
with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man
aware of error in his ill plan,
the insurgents had men we called fox tails,
desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number
they would run into apartments
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge,
these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos
screams salting us with panic linger,
J.A.B.
My Salem, my shalom, maybe yours as well -
Be well; build a well again – we’ll all be well, or
Better than before in Jerusalem of the heart
Whose Jerusalem made Jesus weep?
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, You who kill the Prophets …”
Forgive me, Redirect me, as your beloved exiles sang
Even in despair as long as millennia, you call your own!
Salem of mystery, of history, of prophecy!
Jesus had wanted to gather her under His tallit, Robe
Of Righteousness – by our Rabbi of Righteousness.
Jesus showed his royal face and mystery-lineage once
To Abraham, revered Patriarch, respected Father:
As the High-Priest without beginning or end,
Melchizadek, King of Salem & Righteousness!
Who took the first tithe from our father-in-common
And delivered bread and wine: the first Communion
O Jerusalem of Jesus, How Long – how much longer?
I adore Thee like no earthly City
Come Jerusalem, Mother, Father, Heaven, Earth
All tongues sing of Thee, O Jerusalem, Come
I,I Second
Jerusalem land of faith, land of all religions on earth
Jerusalem oh beloved Jerusalem, land of martyrs and saintly blood
Jerusalem where Prophet Muhammad rose to the seventh sky
You're the heaven that's on earth
You're the meaning of purity and clarity,
The meaning of beauty and love, Jerusalem –
Land of GOD and all prophets
We seek you, we pray … to be in the hands of GOD
In you we seek to illuminate the darkness from our hearts
In you we seek freedom from our sins
Jerusalem oh beloved Jerusalem
We will die without you; we will fight to love you like others
You belong to God’s children; all of God – yes, ALL of GOD
III, Third
My Jerusalem, Thy Jerusalem, City of Past
And forever; replete with Prophecy – Speak!
REJOICE NEW JERUSALEM
Grasped with prideful love-- your fiercely ardent hand--
Entwined my sturdy promise with your potent forward gaze--
Rusty skeletons-- bullet-blazed autos mark bloodshed of old battles--
Resilient land reverent heartbeats savor the fragility of Holiness--
Behold Believers of Joy-- The Sacred bloody gates of golden Jerusalem.
V. Anderson-Throop 2013