Long Globe Poems
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they had piled up tinder wood and firecrackers
under the cauldron ready for the feast as they
shelled out wisdom and claimed justice
after all humanity was at stake
and doomsayers were to be pleased
camouflaged for everyone was weary
of four apocalyptic riders up to no good
greed on a pig saddled its grip
pride kicked spurs on a bloody cockerel
lust dribbled down from the rat’s fangs
wrath whipped cockroach’s panzer
no need for envy because
gluttony had feasted on bone meal
and sloth had been given the day off
as they had the dealer on speed dial
soon the globe was on fire once again
shrapnel land mines and bombs delighted
as collateral damage took centre stage
on the playing field of tactical weapons
and strategic gambles with redundant lives
the machine was well oiled
and the vat split open
arms could be had without extra tax
a fat controller counted their profits
stock markets soared
and another proxy war reaped immeasurable benefits
piggy cockerel rat and cockroach
never tired off the onslaught
on the unending supply of cannon fodder
and were only too happy to send
a bit of humanitarian aid to hotspots
and built a few cemeteries for free
we must respect the dead
because they are the foundation
of our wealth and reason for being
Like melody in the warmth of a sunlit meadow
Like jingles in the journey of a sparkling stream
Like tunes in the twinkling of a moonlit night
Music comes to take you on a soothing flight.
Rain sings to see the peacocks dance
Sky sings in tune with the rising sun
Cradle sings to drive the baby's eyes into the world of dreams
Life sings when faithful love wins.
There's music in the pecking of a bird
There's music all over the world
Music fills the air with the perfume of peace
Music, to the palpitating soul, proffers relief.
Sing to heal the pain
Sing to cleanse the stains of disdain
Sing to challenge injustice
Sing to question prejudice
Sing to spread love
Sing to paint smiles
Sing with your heart
Sing for your soul
Sing to inspire
Sing to set the world on fire
Sing your life and let your story kindle the globe
Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.
Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.
Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.
Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.
Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.
Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.
Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.
Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.
Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.
We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Angel of death's mean is to life put trust
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They open doors of skies
Pour mercy water to universe
Reserve heaven gardens to ones who pray at dawns
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They wake up at the dawn all birds
Start praising Lord with own tongues
Say word of testament, trees mountains and stones
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Beware do not be deceived, mortal this globe
Being arrogant do not lean on throne and crown
Do not rely on saying seven climates are mine
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
It is me your slave Murad forgive my fault
Forgiving my fault let you my sins be covered
Resurrect me at the bottom of Prophet's starboard
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Written by Ottoman's Sultan Murad Third
Translated by Onur Ünlü
We know the heart of the stranger
for 190 years, slaves unto Pharaoh in Egypt
backbreaking labor, spirit-sapping, 24/7
Within us beat loud the heart of the stranger
We take him with us, for all time, to the farthest reaches of the globe
a sacred bond between us and the Almighty
As He protects the stranger, so do we
As He promotes him, so must we
For what does God ask of us other than
to emulate Him
to walk in His ways
to do justice
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Based on Deuteronomy, Chapter 26, esp. v. 11,
read in synagogues throughout the world Sat-
urday morning, August 29, 2026. The poem also
references other Biblical chapters as well as com-
mentaries thereto. ~ gw
The quickest way to see your life
Go on a downward spiral
Is doing something stupid and
Discerning it’s gone viral.
A young man lured a local cat
And when it came close by,
He grabbed that feline, flinging it
Way up into the sky.
He laughed and so did all his pals
But someone did record it
And as it traveled ‘round the globe,
Well, very few ignored it.
The perp will get his day in court
But doesn’t really get it.
He’d like to let the matter drop,
Yet nobody will let it.
Oh, by the way, the cat is fine;
He’s found a loving home.
The bully, though’s been vilified –
On tape and in this poem.
until we get to the place where we can converse,
there will be nothing plush in the sky
there is so much dried blood in the esophagus of our conversations right now,
how can we even come close to compromising
there is a poison allowed in the air for the entry of the devil
we so not even share what's right there strengthening our strength
forget about words and let's exchange them for heartless cold shoulders
the things we do in heartbreak's quakes will be the same things we do when we contradict in
continuum
we must relearn the basic rudiments of spinning the globe together
that way, we can prevent ourselves from the obvious string of wreckless wrecks
i am willing to paddle boat with you in New Waters of Crystal Clear Blue,
however right now as i think you i gleefully relish the thought of swimming with you....as well
as in you
(Sonnet with rhyme on both ends of alternating lines)
The starkness of my world now that he’s gone
pervades in all I see and hear and feel,
but darkness swallows all until the dawn
invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real!
I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light
to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane.
I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night,
to sleep away my longings and the pain.
He left, and now he’s far away from me
across the globe. Oh, how I love him so!
Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free!
My loss means where he is tonight shall glow
sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I,
and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky!
For Nicola Byrne's Long Distance Love Poetry Contest
As all people were born
We were as well born
People look down on us
A snootiness of deeds
Because of who we are
Are we not part of the globe? Or
We're not necessary in this global?
What are we to you?
Action speaks louder than voice
Your actions stabbed our heart
With venomous object
A scar in our heart
We also have tomorrow,
Bright after today indeed!
We are HANDICAPPED
Some even called us disable
We also created by HE
We deserve care and love
To cure the pains therein
Thousand of cash and
drugs can not only devour abyss of pain
But care and love from you
A blissful living.
Never attempting of striking it rich,
whenever my cravings give me another itch,
I'm used to a quite and simple life:
enjoying good food and sharing a coldl glass of wine
when relatives and friends drop by;
why be someone you weren't meant to be?
Any millionaire around the globe,
sipping champagne desiring what I love?
With my beach cap pulled down,
so that my short hair doesn't sizzle and change color,
as my light skin turns to a golden tan;
yes, I thank God for a breeze cooler than a fan!
Whole afternoons are spend on this pristine beach,
with a waterfront that a Californian will envy,
to melt away that old cliche' of vanity;
come down here...the East Coast is a wonderful shore!
Low class, middle class and the upper one,
all share this unquenchable feeling,
to lay on the salty sand and begin to dream;
Am I talking non-sense or tackling the zest for living...
that this society has been unawarely denying??
Striking it rich is a temporary fancy,
imagining the possessions money will buy,
and many untaught temptations will materialize;
some will die by snorting deadly coke,
others squandering it on mistresses and hookers...
God, how the human spirit is corrupt and consumed by lurid
and unhealthy desires that once were out of reach!
And hopefully someone will ponder this,
to wake up to this gruesome, and parlous reality
and spend his or her fortunes wisely!
What good people will do for the betterment of the deprived ones?
First give them love from the heart, then help them financially...
that's the smart way caring, of planning to strike it rich;
what's the use of looking at your glittering gold,
and not giveit away to help anyone whose thirst and hunger
show in the sunken eyes...waiting for someone to feed their bellies!
If I ever stroke it rich, I wouldn't be here enjoying this sunshine,
but I'll get out there and search for the needy and helpless ones,
and stop the selfishness and madness that money provides;
if I share my good fortune with them, others will follow my example,
and a real change will take place...no poverty everywhere in our world!
Follow me, and search for everyone alive...to give them back their precious life!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci