History Riddle Poems

Considered an enigma to many
And from the apple I did bite,
I was sentenced for a crime
But I couldn't put up a fight.

Considered a hero to...

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We can mortify our flesh,
wear our sign of confession,
perform our penance,
bear portions of scratchy sackcloth
so rough, so abrasive, against our bare backs.

Our sideboard now bears...

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At last,
Education stood to teach.

Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.

Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.

Spun web-less in a lore of...

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Is it  a myth that History repeats?
This universal question that time deletes

Is the evidence clear that it occurs?
Through eons and eons it strangely recurs

Is...

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Divinities of stone 
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time 
to glossy cracked clocks. 
Black Boots step to the metronome. 
Before them dark skies become…
Into it...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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With Blades
I have drawn 
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls 
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues 
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my...

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Unsolved mystery in the annals of history ~ Why is love blue...

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It is not commonly considered 
perhaps because it teases the mind. 
I am old now and seasons-withered 
yet ‘tis still a mystery I can’t unwind....

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The narrowing of choice, opaque or black?
Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank,
How has our circus bread become this bland?
What a diverse homogeneous blend,
All stitched to...

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A Propitiation of Blue Tears

On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; 
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, 
they...

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So as the fauna flakes into flasks and the distance is at ease,

so as the forgotten fallen ones are at peace and you and your...

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I walked pass the glorious work of Prinsloo and Vuuren
that great and tall statue of Rolihlahla Mandela
Embodying conciliation with a smile
Embracing unity with open arms

I...

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