Long Aleppo Poems

En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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The Son of Aleppo


“Mother why are you crying?”

She looks at he’s small gentle green eyes with ashes surrounding his skin. 

“Momma why are you crying?” 

Her voice slowly appears into the mist of desperation and...

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The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood

When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque

About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee

‘Honey, don’t worry they make...

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Whatever happened to Jansports and Tevas 
-By the fire side and courage the cowardly dog 
The unending episodes of the famous five 
-And ice pellets we used to pick In the rains .

Whatever happened to...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For...

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Spirit broken again

 
                               ...

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Give us this day our daily…

I do not even have to move my bottom much
remote control in hand I choose what they call
news just the old stuff in new wrappers blown
apart by endless bombing greed...

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(September 2014)

While rage of war surrounds this special man
   he, driver of an ambulance, remains
      to help his wounded townsmen heal, survive-
men downed by civil war in Syria.

The...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for...

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I love to
Sit on a Bench
To have
A cup of coffee
With my
Chumps
In the evening
While
Looking at
The sun
Setting down

I want to run
Along The Damascus
Alongside my
Sweetheart
I love to Tie
A ribbon at
The shrine
Of John
The Baptist

I wanna be
At Azm, The palace
To...

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May grief freely flow.
Our hearts fill with sorrow.
Can we compassion borrow?
Nothing at all left to owe.
Can anyone save Aleppo?

Aleppo now has no other name
History has recorded its fame
The ruling clique has no shame
The entire world...

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Whorls of smoke mock the void of the heavens; in a wiggling ascent 
With lusting waists of a samba decent.
Turmoil combs the fragile mane of the soil
The scalp is torn and leathery fingers of dust...

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For Aleppo

What is the joy of war if not the fragments
 of blood sprinkled unholily on the ground?
Aleppo has seen this braveness and succumbed
that the testament lies in the swords and armours.
I can feel the...

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October Friday 
This morning was green and a mild wind from 
Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once 
bought a pair of slippers it is what one does 
when going to the market there.
The weather-...

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Off the stuccoed walls, the shells peel 
The wounded babes bleed
There is a story of harrowing kind
To every war
This one is no different to others
The babes die in Aleppo
The world maintain the stony silence
Mothers' hearts...

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I first cried in your arms
Even though I was barely alive
I knew that I would never see harm
As long as I am in your embrace mom

You were my first love
As you are my last.
I recall...

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House for house wall for wall and crumb for broken crumb

	We fight like Stalingrad with nothing left to salvage

	For honour glory power and some ‘god’ or other

Ypres Gallipoli Aleppo Damascus and ruin’s rubbles blights plain...

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The sun of Aleppo will not
Smit you by the night of war;
for you are the toothpick stronger
then the great wall of China,
you are a king of the night.

Music in your head is grace,
love is sweet...

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Words on fire blaze, then rescind, 
Only to disappear in a scorching wind. 
Words that devour light as they give light, 
Dragons that slay in order to give fright. 
A story fully complete, now thrumming,...

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An elitism set awhirl like a spinning top 
Buoyed in hypocritical double standards and flimsy hoax
A nuisance that seems to never stop 
And the world Is stage staggering in its hazards and coax 
In constrained...

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Quarter past two
out to the loo.
Back into bed
laying my head
thoughts come to mind
worries to find.

Over I turn
but still they return.
All out of sorts,
why do these thoughts
infect and spread
beyond my head?

Stretching my ham
I'm seized with cramp.
Now...

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Aleppo - Childhood Gone 
By Sandy Evans 

 Going to school is my favorite thing 
 Reading, writing and learning new things. 

 Running home to my family excited 
 Laughing with friends and being...

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We see stars embelmed in joy,
they journey down the East
With a seamless motion Passions,
then, we followed singing gutful psalms.
A greater saviour have emerged,
not like the sun of Aleppo that kills,
not like the greedness of the...

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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...

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