Damascus Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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....

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

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VIDEO: LovejoyB: BALLOON https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg "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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 Going to Damascus for each name,...

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