On caparisoned, filleted camels do they
Over the great, soft, tawny sands
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them,
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the
"Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their
Nation's cognomen;
And on the sands of the undulant, granular, eminent
Near-Judean wilderness do they ride.
Photographing these from atop the vespertine-hued
Summit of a delivery truck from the nearby
Eminent, circumvallatory, hilly
And fortressed city;
From the very roof of an antiquated bread truck
(Though 'twas then very new by the standards of those bygone days)
Whose radiator is soon to vaporously explode
Amid the oppressive, anhydrous desert heat,
Photographs an American, hatted in the whitest
Of Panama hats, who is a correspondent reporting of wars.
The Arab cavalry ride for locales
Damascene, in order to pursue one's kingly wish
To renew the gardens Cordovan and long-vanished.
Categories:
damascene, adventure, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: I do not know?
Look, See, Learn
Look:
Once upon a time boiling braggart was I
‘Fore the Damascene made me look High:
See:
Of Holy Majesty that He so commands,
Has He ever boasted of Power in His hands?
Learn:
Servant of Humility why can I not be...
Who imbibes Sate from another’s glee!
***To Humble Men and Humble Women who reckon humankind’s deficiencies!
*** Inspired by Zimbabwean Poet, Klassy Kinda, upon her cherished reference to me as a Humble Man (which I’m still coming to grips with!)
JM
31st Oct’ 2013
Categories:
damascene,
Form: Couplet
It was on the road to Damascus
When suddenly I was struck
It wasn’t a damascene moment
Just a great big pick up truck
Categories:
damascene, funny, religion
Form: Light Verse