Best Tigris Poems
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.
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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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
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
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.