Monuments Poems

Toppling Monuments

     Statues, iconoclasts love to destroy
     Toppling monuments brings them great joy
        Keeps them all limber
        As they shout ‘Timber’
      Columbus crashed down saying ~ ‘Land ahoy’

Ruins

Ruins

In our arrogance, we humans
build monuments to ourselves.
We seek to subjugate nature
to our whims and desires.
We erect buildings for
our comfort and ease.
Designing them to last
for all eternity.
Isolating ourselves from
all that is natural.
In the end, 
nature has the final word
and nothing is left of us but
ruins.

pickups

It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi

The Removal of Confederate Monuments As Reparation

Many white Americans still struggle with the issue of racism in the 21st century.This started with the Confederate monuments. The Confederate monuments do not have the same meaning to black Americans. While white americans view these works as a part of history, a past that cannot be covered over or changed ; the symbols of

Labourer's Hand

Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain,
A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain.
No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine,
But in its grip, a legacy entwines.

Not pharaohs' monuments, nor empires vast,
But fields that nourish, homes that rise at last.
Bricks laid true, with sweat for mortar's hold,
A city's pulse, in stories yet untold.

No artist's

Our Greek Getaway

Dear friiends those who first read my poem i left an important line out in the donkey story

The first dance after our wedding,
Was absolutely exciting, intoxicating,
My darling whispered in my ear,
My wedding present to you is three weeks
Touring Greece, the evening  came to an end,
We courteously said our thank yous and goodnight
As every body

Monuments and the Arcane

There is a wall,
an imaginary one,
that skirts a boundary
where beyond,
a kind of madness waits,
an hallucinatory place
at the end of the mind.

Inside the wall is where
sense makes monuments
of order, where precision
prevails over chaos and life
is lived in rows gated
from the uncertanties
that swirl just outside.

What lies beyond
is raw and fluoresces 
with a freedom
torn from the absolute,
calls into

Monolithic Monuments

An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones 
and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands.
Though they appear on different continents, they share
mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained.

Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind,
or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago?
Commissioned by modern man or the

Divided We Stand

Ravage our monuments,
empowered dissidents.
Endless entitlements,
from spineless governments.

In this era unplanned,
by fathers of the land.
Divided we stand,
in moral wasteland.

The Monuments Mark Our Evidence

THE MONUMENTS MARK OUR EVIDENCE 

Stop! Wait! Be Still!
This isn’t the way to heal!
Tearing down statues of the past,
Removing the passion behind what we feel.

Listen to my urgent cry,
You’re not destroying what was,
It is our Ebony Trail of Tears
Our reason, our because.

Just because it’s history, 
doesn’t make it beautiful,
Laws made on our misery,
To them, to

Measuring Monuments

So much education
No wiser for the cost
Given over to lofty ideas
The reason for what was lost

All the tools in the box
To chisel an honorable name
What appeal is in the dirt
When you could've opted for fame

Behind a silver counter
When you could be sitting at a desk
You could have been GREAT
But you wanted to be less

~than all

Moments, Not Monuments: Remembering the Freedom Struggle

Statues and some faded pictures
repatriation and reburial of bones
cold war Soviet tanks and the AK-47
all that remains of the Freedom Struggle giants
who drove the colonizers back to their cradles
talked to the spirits of the ancestors

There is an invisible force of cartel members
so big they turned against their own people
so big they lurked behind anthills
so big

Love and Hate, Monuments Often Born From the Cold

Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold


Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold
Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air
Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold
With tributes often given whether wrong or fair!

Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight
Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul
Like a magic rainbow

Two Delhi Monuments

KUTUB MINAR

               A
             Line
           Upright
           Reminds
   

Our Monuments Are Ours.

With precision we carved out the sand
here at home, down on your cursed land
We defy you to try
You will surely fail. Why?
We used nothing that looks like your hand.

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