Short Antiquity Poems
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The Maker of violets and roses
Gave a land to the tribes led by Moses
In antiquity
For eternity
And all of humanity knows it.
Symbolist Alphonse Osbert
painted with post-impressionist flair
in his 'Evening antiquity' *
his poetic visuals were set free.
I'll become collective
as an antiquity
You have crushed me like a glass
And stepped over
Now my pieces are stuck in your heels
And
you are carrying me everywhere
An echo in tone sublime
Stretching from antiquity
Chimes are heard and time
Stops!
Pulsating in all directions
Coming towards me in great hast
Whispering your name
Michael
Memories
Renewed by scene
A heart carved in sapling
Mighty red oak thirty foot high
Heirloom
Memories can be pronounced mem-o-ries or mem-ries
To receive magic, to break the antiquity of sorrow
Debate reason then face the dire reality of a long night
Face humanity with due cause, burn it all down to start over
contest...One Days Magic
6/27/14
EARTHLY DREAMS
antiquity
habitual
preserved
naturally
depicted
in
traced
traditions
transient
alluring
processes
of
naive
sentimental
similar
guise
of
revivalist
interest
Structures from antiquity have intrigued me no end
How they achieved such feats I can't comprehend
Moving mammoth stones
Caused grunts and groans
Must have taken superhuman strength, perhaps hemp
absence of a melody
was wrenching
on the face of a song
surface tension –
a venom creeps
surging in twin black eyes
you raise your price
in extremes
unburdening of embryonic waste
outsider
matches his death
with antiquity
SATISH VERMA
Present since antiquity
Sustaining humanity
Participating in the dance
The seasonal variation
Tired and weak after the annual labour
As if the water is abandoning it's track
Allowing traders erect shops on her path
Awaiting the rains to replenish the volume
It is still the same
subtle and fresh.
Your voice deep
like a grave dark wood,
invades my antiquity.
The chasm within
transports my existence ;
denudes me
and it cast a pall on my sanity.
Disheveled
Grotesque
My own reflection
deceives me.
So lonely
and desperate.
absence of a melody
was wrenching
on the face of a song
surface tension –
a venom creeps
surging in twin black eyes
you raise your price
in extremes
unburdening of embryonic waste
outsider
matches his death
with antiquity
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Teapot
Hymns a sweet morning will sing,
As teapot pours freshness,
In bowl of great antiquity,
To start the day with zing,
Hymns a sweet morning will sing.
A prized refrain- 7/6/8/6/7
Written August 5th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Inspired by pic#2 in nette's contest
The shoebox lay in antic muddle,
gathered the dust of antiquity.
When time came to clear the clutter
I held awhile the frail cardboard carton,
found inside emptiness with memory specks,
heard the echo of faded footsteps,
felt the pulse of the distant life
I had since walked away from.
Stone by stone you kill me.
Petal by petal I die –
holding a scalpel
to unwrite my name.
Violence
erupts among words.
A temple breaks.
O goddess ! don’t cry beyond silence.
The infant’s milk
spills in darkness.
Antiquity raises a wall
around the mother.
I am vanishing now,
freezing my assets.
Satish Verma
Limerick: Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur
Once a Meat-Vendor in Mylapur*
Set up shop (O!) Brahmin virtue pure
No hungry customers
Knocked past the front shutters
Though brisk business raged at rear door.
• Brahmin enclave in Chennai, Tamil-Nadu, India.
Brahmins were not vegetarians from antiquity.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
of all the poets I have read
and loved the most are dead
impressions they have left with me
with gentle touch that meant so much
are part of olde antiquity
for they were dead e'er I was born
though not yet gone the pictures stay
and rondelays go on
kipling through my mind
what word's worth a
pound or tenny
son
what wall do
emers own ?
Form:
I have 33 reasons
Why I won’t go home.
I am a loyalist
Tortured by iniquity
Captive of antiquity
But the snake inside me
Is unfolding its fibers of cypress
And the water is thicker than blood
I have 33 reasons
Why I wont go home.
Her pale face is voided antiquity,
a paper-thin line
fallen fresh
from flowery fallacy
to hardwood floor, coiled
cold & blue in landing;
words, like little
droplets of April rain,
a distant deluge
of drought parsing orange
Hemerocallis petals
trenching
around her.
To see it unfold.
Bent at the altar,
Spring’s forgotten daughter can’t.
Listen to poem:
About Face
David J Walker
It is about face
About time and place
And direction
And unoccupied space
In East or West that
We face
And the unknowing of
which is forward or
backward or north
or south
the illusion of which is
up and which is down
bound by the gravity of
anticipation in
each new moon and season
Named for the gods lost
To antiquity
Do you know where I live?
I live in Rome
I live in Greece
I live in Egypt too
These three great kingdoms of antiquity
have all faded into obscurity
So I ask you,
do you know where I live?
Syracuse once was a great city
in ancient Rome
Philadelphia once was a great city
in ancient Greece
Memphis once was a great city
in ancient Egypt
Now, do you know where I live?
A formidable tale...
Ravaged with pure insight,
unforeseen embellish warning,
Divine gift inherited...
Driven by antiquity...
forces unraveled...
the aforesaid...the yet unmentioned...
Dejavue...suspended...deluge familiar...
outpouring without denial...
silent surprise on the outer...
immersed in a sphere of wait...
controversial alignment...
Spectator foretells undulate.
This poem is written in the Parallegram de Crystalline form:
cedar breath
rising like spirit-wind
wakens names sleeping beneath the grain
softly-latched
quiet as moon-shadow
closing veil between now and before
amber glow
floating like olden prayers
circling the chest in a soft halo
memories
wait in antiquity
ancestral murmurs drift through soft light
The Nebra Disc.....
tool of antiquity,for them then
not so ancient reality.....
As above,so below
to fall,to recieve
Cup shaped vessel
recieve messages celestial
on the outer edge,left to right
images of darkness and light
from chaos to order,heavenly sight
Shamanist or cosmologist
destined order should be humanist
animalistic we continue
as we struggle to evolve,altruistic....
Stove is a device used for heating or
cooking food.
There are wood, coal, electric and
gas stoves.
Oven is a part of the stove used for
baking cakes and other recipes.
Stofa is an old english word used
in the antiquity.
The first stoves were used in Rome.
Modern stoves has a glass top.
Stoves come in many sizes and colors.
An appliance that has been very beneficial
to modern kitchens.