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Premium Member River Tigris

Tigris, Idigna, Idiqual, 
watering parched desert lands
of Mesopotamia.
Swift it flows on the East
toward the sea, from
the once fertile Garden of Eden. 
Arterial blood of arid lands, 
of transportation,
of trade and commerce.
In spring, mountain snowmelt
tumbles and rushes downward,
flooding alluvial plains for farming,
sharing its life-giving waters
from time immemorial to villages,
towns, and great cities.

Premium Member Panthera Tigris Altaica

A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their living worth

These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and twenty, live in their domain

Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations of our children, will deservedly smile

Will we ever learn that they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then our time has come to change from man to men

If the above does not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies




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Premium Member Panthera Tigris

To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce,
  chased and trophied by a mightier foe;
striped jungle beast with eyes and claws that pierce -
  O white coated emperor in the snow.
Now it’s the hunter turned hunted - great cat
  whose wild prowl is driven to higher ground,
but this I shame to hear, and more than that,
  no man should follow where tigers are found.
The captive cub, the zoo, the circus cage
  will not the untamed roar save to cherish -
in irony of our extinction age
  that which makes you mighty makes you perish.
A world without all is a world less grand
when less roamed is the forest and marshland.


             Written: February 1991


Waves from the Tigris



Green woods 

Barefoot I walk 

Chalk half broken 

Unspoken yearnings 

Earrings from the caves 

Waves from the Tigris 

Enslaving existence 

Distances chopped 

Pearl drops

  ________

July 2, 2025

Christ, the crescent fish

As the sun was setting, with the moon rising 
Mankind journeyed to the Tigris River
And threw his net into the waves splashing 
Guided by the angel Eve, his caregiver 

His web-like net drew up countless tiny fish 
Who fell through the gaps with their faint shimmer 
Plundering into the shadowy abyss 
But he also saw a silver glimmer 

In a flash, a large fish jumped in the air 
“Grasp and keep that fish!” The angel commanded 
Mankind just barely caught it with a prayer 
“Unveil its secrets.” The angel demanded 

Man bore witness to the silver fish gleaming 
Above all the small fish in the abyss 
All the dark river’s shooting stars shimmering 
Man chose the exquisite, crescent-shaped fish 

Unveiling the ichthys fish with his small knife 
Its gall bladder, liver and heart enshrined 
He announced “These are the medicines of life 
Hidden away before all the stars shined" 

"Inflame his heart and liver, let the flames rise 
To cast away those demons of the night 
Rub the gallbladder’s wine on the blindman’s eyes 
And he will finally witness the light” 

This is the hidden power of Christ Jesus 
This is the salvation of all of us 


Inspiried by the Gospel of Thomas Saying 8 (the parable of the fisherman) and The Book of Tobit Chapter 6.

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