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Crusades of the Christians, Caliphates of the Muslims
War & trade among different realms.
-12/12/2017
(Dumarao)
*WHN Poems
Salty like slight oceans, the tears start to fall
Gravity pulls them down to the pool of beginning
When the hours slipped way by-why was I upset again?
My boots branched down brick pathways to seek the water
I'll run past home cities, the sun beats me to the south
Crunching leaves make the sounds of crumbling worries
I search far and wide for the venom which is eye secretions
Oh, my dear sunshine friend, have you begun to steal them?
After crusades to crush my curiosity about where they have gone
My tears were slurped like a soft drink by a being called the Sun
We all know it's a charade a mirage
It is an unholy crusade going large
Trump vanity parade he's in charge
Innocents slayed in another barrage
We're being played Fox news montage
No camouflage this is not espionage
Evangelical right complete sabotage
Plans laid for a new white colonial Raj
No cruise through Hormuz for a barge
Tat tw*t Pete is the scary lairy sarge
In blighted Blighty we've got Farage
Nigel grabs his bible tasteless as marge
The void vibrates—vast, violent, vivid~
and the stellar symphony silently swirls.
Orion's orchestra joins in, oscillating overhead.
Through celestial currents, silver stardust spins~
serenading the silent spheres with songs
spun from supernovae’s spent suns.
Planets pause in their ponderous paths,
pivoting with stardust in peaceful pirouettes~
a ballet performed in the boundless blanket of night.
A combustible comet crusades through the cosmos
cantillating a melody only Jupiter understands.
Saturn's sapphire strings strum along softly~
meteorites murmur past the Kuiper cliffs.
Venturing through velvet skies,
Venus violins verses from its volcanic plains.
Mercury, with its metallic mass and molten mist,
mingles with stardust making marvelous melodies.
Stardust entwines with earth’s ethereal embers~
now effervescent, stardust explodes into song
serenading sentimental poets like you and I.
A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition
Where have all the Gods gone
from yesteryear or days of yore
in their way back in the day
they were there to the fore
most were unbelievable
a plethora a pantheon
the rest of them incredible
one for each and all to pray upon
but did they lose face or their lustre
fall from grace mislay their magic
now long-forgotten
it's almost tragic
as no more crusades inquisition
worship ritual or sacrifice
goes to show religionists
can and will turn in a trice
and what was once believed
no longer holds thrall
yet everything in time succumbs
they all rise and fall
it's nothing new
today's will too
From pitch black to being the pitch in battle
From self-destruction to self-love
A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed
He heard my cry from the heavens above
Today feels better because of the turn
Back in the race with handy upgrades
I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush
No victory exists without the blood of crusades
I bow my head in cold-headed affirmation
My smile turns inwards like an invisible humble ray
I had to stir my pot of faith to be granted this great day
My wounds heal as my dark past buries like Pompei
Sugar, my sweet, you’ve slipped away,
Into the light of a softer day.
My heart aches deep, it’s hard to bear,
This quiet house, this empty air.
You were my shadow, soft and warm,
A snuggle-seeking, loving form.
With wagging tail and gentle eyes,
You filled my world with sweet surprise.
Escape artist with a wild soul,
You chased the wind, you played the role
Of fearless friend on grand crusades,
Through tangled woods and open glades.
But now those paws have come to rest,
And though I know it’s for the best,
I wish for just one moment more—
One happy bark, one leap, one door
You'd sneak out through with that sly grin,
Your little games, your spirit’s spin.
I miss your warmth beside my bed,
The nuzzle of your sleepy head.
The silence now is sharp and wide,
Without my Sugar by my side.
But love like yours does not just part,
It lingers in the quiet heart.
Forever mine, you’ll always be—
A friend, a joy, a piece of me.
Since the beginning of time wars have
been fought in the name of men’s gods:
crusades against evil and injustice
but too often a case of “we’re right - you’re wrong”
with each side both judge and jury
I’ve stopped wondering if there’s a god
and decided long ago to live my life
assuming there’d be a day of reckoning
when i will stand behind the life i’ve led
and have no shame and no regrets
There is much to be said about
religion being one colossal mountain
that we cannot expect to conquer
when in fact we can explore its many faces
and probe its paths less traveled
In a way we’re all at the helm of our own crusade
by trying to lead a life that’s good and righteous
AP: 3rd place 2025
The holidays have pulled their shades-
their season's joy is packed away;
likewise, euphoria now fades.
The holidays have pulled their shades;
old problems surface with crusades
to block the festive maze array.
The holidays have pulled their shades-
their season's joy is packed away.
A flower so unique
there was only one
Phoenicia a land of mystic
her beauty in bloom
a deception
her strength was the stem
not pretty soft petals
her love for humanity
touched the disenfranchised
her heart belonged to the poor
she was to be a gift
to a land that of sadness
failed to see
crusades never win
her true beauty a diamond hidden
within
Petals
overwhelm my driveway
made of twisted metals;
Seen at the break of day
grinning my heart settles;
‘Fly fast
roses and renegades!’
My lawn entirely dressed;
Not one of your crusades
I was left so impressed;
Wild wind
creates that frisky chime;
A sweet message to send;
How did you find the rhyme?
Soft and harshness just blend.
God took a vacation
when time had run out
Rethinking his opus
replanning devout
His Angels in limbo
the devil on leave
Heaven a sublet
sin now reprieved
Faith worn and tattered
the bible debunked
Crusades a bad memory
the Grail marked as junk
He orders a cocktail
the waitress comes back
A napkin — her number
salvation highjacked
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Reading up on the crusades,
Gives me hope Christians will take off their blinkers,
And help Muslims come to terms,
With a new light,
And a new right.
Most Christians would be horrified,
At how many Muslims died,
During the Crusades,
Because Christians thought they were right,
To destroy Muslims all through the night,
And a few Jews on the side,
For a place in heaven.
Thankfully all but few now see a different light,
And a different right,
Which we should look to impart,
To any Muslim who wants to stand apart,
And crusade for peace,
Instead of war in every place,
And earn more of God's grace.
We buy and are sold priceless things,
read human stories written by android;
a smokescreen present muddies the once transparent past,
innocence doom-scrolls, an aging youth now hard to avoid.
Look young but age gracefully,
stay slim whilst enjoying your food;
have children as you climb the corporate ladder,
discuss your feelings but don't affect my mood.
Water once clear becomes slick with thick oil,
propaganda turns the brave into shadows who defy;
wars are not wars but are crusades and are justified and are righteous,
the truth told to us by men in ties is a lie.
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