Damascus Poems - Poems about Damascus

I'M ON THE ROAD TO Damascus

On a call heard from the Father
On my way, I am on my way
Settle for nothing
 Always above things
That bring us down
No longer lost, but found
And I’m walkN
Just short of runiN
And I’m dreamN
GetN instruction, from my Father within and above
He indwells me with agape love
walkN
RuniN
Toward the streets
I am on the road to Damascus

Was struck by

Damascus Revisited

He relied much on ‘expert’ opinions,
doctrine and dogma
as if assumptions and conjecture
were an undeniable truth.

‘Settled science’ was accepted confidently,
blind faith and an irrational rationalism;
the hand-me-down punditry of pundits
silenced his every doubt.

Against all odds
conspiracies conspired -
unauthorized books read to him,
even under his closed eyes.
One night he flew awake 
like a bird departing a nest of fire.

All

Seven Trails Cross Damascus

I'm never going to see
the great rhododendron giants
of Virginia
or yell"Hey Bear",
on the Appalachian Trail
seven trails cross Damascus
not one to Jerusalem.

Clown From Damascus

CLOWN FROM DAMASCUS

            Came clown wearing gown from Damascus.
             Bought tent from down town for the circus.
               

Damascus

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"DAMASCUS"



There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run 
The enemy could be close
those

Road To Damascus

ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in 
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus

Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet scorching the feet of super diplomats and mediators
Wiki leaks castrating

Bleeding Damascus

A dirge for the ancient and modern
   city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
   blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying 
   'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the 
   war of adults.

The  wounds of Damascus are so 
  grievous that has

On the Road To Damascus Part Two

On The Road To Damascus Part Two
By Roy Merritt
(A humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)

That was my first journey on my second Peter became a friend
And with him I debated the Gentiles and foreskin
He said they had to cut it because the Jews they surely do
And I asked him why they should

On the Road To Damascus Part One

ON THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS
By Roy Merritt
(A Humorous take on the life of the Apostle Paul)

I was on the road to Damascus to give them Christians hell
I was on the road to Damascus and never had I failed
I was on the road to Damascus when suddenly struck blind
I was on my way to Damascus I

Starry Skies Over Damascus

Starry skies over Damascus

Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption

The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty

Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now

The planes feature logos
“Just do it”
“Whiter than white”
“Put the tiger in the tank”
“Eat confectionary

The Damascus Room

The room is an object in its entirety.
Singular in form and mind,
and multiple in purpose and pleasure.
It is a secret capsule.
Though it was once adorned with bright reds and greens and plated golds
that climbed up the walls like vines of calligraphy clambering towards colored swatches of sunlight,
they have aged into a state of refined and

The Road To Damascus

I join my fellow travellers 
On the road to Damascus 
The guilty the ignorant the egotists 
With our ashen faces 
And threadbare skin 
Confined and self absorbed 
We walked mostly in silence 
But some dare to speak of destiny 
of been no other way 

We can see Damascus in the distance 
Beyond the mist perched

Outside the Damascus Gate

Sunset in Jerusalem...
The vendors scramble to rid themselves of fruits, vegetables, and cute souvenirs.

A young boy bellows at the top of his lungs,
"Hurry up! Going fast!"

A man carries a newborn and a diaper bag over his shoulders.

A mass exodus of shoppe keepers leaving the gate weary at the end of the day.
"It's quitting time!" I

The Sands To Damascus

I'll cross the dunes where the sand has grown
And lift my eyes to the horizon last
For me to follow to my lovers home
Travel the desert this hell so vast

I need to find Damascus, where my love lives
The sky has been watched, the sands read
To give her my love, the nights we'll relive
With joyous comfort in

On the Way To Damascus

Saul was the brutal type in being the life that he had always led
He didn't believe that Jesus hype in wanting all the Christians dead
And he went about doing so not a compassionate bone in his body
This all the burly man ever knew for his heart was unable to see

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