Ravine, art thou real?
You certainly look deep.
Thunder, o'er volcano peal!
Through the boneyard creep!
Hope, just take the night off.
O prisoner, take heed:
First you squat and then you cough.
Golden is such greed.
Emptiness, seep into me!
Flicker, fancy-free.
Time immortal, blessed be?
Sink him in the sea.
O Alliance Black Abyss:
Today I must die.
Yawning chasm, blow a kiss.
Shiver as you sigh.
Back in ancient Carthage?
O state religion, new?
Serenity, O my sage?
O agony, accrue.
Gulf within me, fissure wild.
Robot: reconciled?
Mother, father, clasp thy child.
Floor, monolith, tiled.
Dreams of our tomorrows?
I cannot miss the point.
Endless are such sorrows!
O bitter art, anoint!
Giving up? Why, yes, sir.
I do not have a clue.
Reality, whir a-blur!
Doubt and derring-do...
Categories:
carthage, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Praise to Aeneis ( Elyesa )
It was a power without measure, very humble!
She had fallen into the Lot lake.
Dried salts with the speed of the wind.
A sharp Carthage.
He was naked with the whole world.
Gas overlapped,separated by colors!
He was looking at Zion!
It's been years of time.
The new world has dried up!
The salt dispersed by my exit is a sharp Carthage.
I came..Troia..He waited..
Noble warriors..Hey ..Carthage ..
Italy..Italy I cried out to the enemy!
Miles away, Carthage trembled.
Troia had passed a long way with one step!
A cloud of dust covered it..Hey .. Carthage ..
Johannes Çiçek
Categories:
carthage, fantasy, war,
Form: Free verse
PUNICA GRANATUM
Yes, in Paradise, Adam and Eve ate pomegranate
No, to apple-etymology - No, to The French "Grenade"
No, more or less 613 seeds (sorry Pharisees and thy 613 Law)
Yes, Malum Granatum, no origin in Carthage, Latin Rome's flaw
(c)Deo, Pomegranates are mentioned in the 4,000 year-old system of healing, AYURVEDA.
Categories:
carthage, appreciation, beauty, god, nature,
Form: Clerihew
as i sit and vegitate
watching our minds disenigrate
we pretend we are there,while we are not
slowly watching each other rot
as we look to reality
we turn around what do we see
if satan ever takes his toll
we shall blow him away, with our rock and roll
Categories:
carthage, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
it may be the other side that vanishes
first.
standing in the back yard smoking a
cigerrette.
a car passes by first the engine then the
lights.
the faint hum of deisel and carbon are
left.
so i exhale once more.
maybe I have a handful of memories.
maybe the clouds are passing overhead.
i remember all those early fall days
the leaves having brought themselves
down to their knees.
what comes next the hip or thigh,
possibly the wrist?
delicate the touch and soft the shiver of
winters joints.
that leaky fossil that sheds
half its sinews continually passing above.
such a beautiful arched ceiling,
with heavy rain soaked lungs.
now i am as a cistern in carthage
kept in remembrance by very cold ancient
stones overhead.
i cannot speak by i may listen.
it is the vapor as i exhale that
dissapears last.
Categories:
carthage, absence,
Form: Ballad
My cerebral stability is not a sure thing.
I can see myself running naked down an airport runway.
I can hear myself shrieking through padded walls.
For so many people psychological security comes naturally.
These people make eye contact without fear of vanishing.
They sip tea from a glass and don't consider seppuku.
I look at Mona Lisa and I wonder what her game is.
I sulk in the corner and pretend I’m not invisible.
My silhouette is more honest than I will ever be.
My psyche is a seed buried beneath the soil of Carthage.
Its battle is up a hill with pits to fall in along the way.
There's something to be said for having to fight for your sanity.
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Categories:
carthage, crazy, dark,
Form: Free verse
Cartilage Cartridge Carthage
Spread my skin around your city limits
And sow these Dragon Teeth to reap my heart
Apple red lace, apple sweet lips, apple techie, apple allergy
Let's play Adam and Eve and make faces at the devil, because we own this Tree
My fingers plow the earth and pluck your laughter off of autumn branches made of purple ties and navy sweatpants,
water the butterfly's palm with these kisses and tether the sun to the pier so you can light up the day and night at
once.
Where I might somewhere be speaking birds out of my mouth, I'd much rather here have this butterfly land on my
lips and silence my.
Categories:
carthage, imagination, loveautumn,
Form: Free verse
Santa Monica Pier
I remember watching
the ocean roll on the shore,
wave after wave,
crashing down on the solid sand
and I idly staring back
wondering if the Atlantic was as blue.
I watched him light a candle
and move in the swaying light
from a bygone age.
The flame flickered, so fragile,
it leans and sways in the cold breeze
My burning love is the flame in the lamp
From antiquity--a pre-industrial artifact
An oil lamp of glass from Rome
Bronze from Carthage
A terra-cotta from Athens
He smiles at me
in a flicker of light and
knows all my past like a line from Virgil
A chronicle from Homer
An essay from Milton, a history of Herodotus
And me, ignorant,
knowing nothing of him
can only quote
from Ovid,
Beowulf,
Caedmon and Gilgamesh.
The flame descends,
From the nape of the lit candle,
and we are lying in darkness on a spring night.
Everything in history is forgotten
and yesterdays are not so many
as night descends,
the lit moon cast in the glow
of the lamplight of our love.
Categories:
carthage, sociallight, history, light,
Form: Prose Poetry
Some of us are built
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day
They’re still cruel and worsened
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease
Only time can stop me now
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now
I’m so scared
Where are your prayers
I was so scared
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared
should I have been spared
Categories:
carthage, life, loss, music, son,
Form: Free verse