Short Antiquity Poems

Flippino Lippi junior
a painter to his core
Loved restless line & colour
& pieces of antiquity quite dour...

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Illuminating
waters ebb thy spirit need
Vast  antiquity



(Selah)Placed 11th
Guiding Light /A Raul Moreno Contest...

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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....

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Symbolist Alphonse Osbert
painted with post-impressionist flair
in his 'Evening antiquity' *
his poetic visuals were set free.

...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The wheat fields roll slow
below skies of ocean blue,
as the sun sets low
a heavenly hue of gold
meets soft magenta in love....

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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...

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The caterpillar’s name can be 
traced back to antiquity.
To the ancient Romans, in fact. 
It reminded them of a “hairy cat.”
That’s because “cat” and “hairy”
derive from “cattus” and “pelosus” –
just thought you’d like to know this....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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As twilight came to rest upon a time of antiquity 
a canopy of crystal tears light a universe of uncertain destiny
colors splashed in a prism of spectral beauty
surround two souls in search of a new days prosperity  
with you my friend a companion of strength and will...I roam the land free...

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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...

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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 ?...

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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....

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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...

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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?...

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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....

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Looking onward... yet to ponder a poets yesteryear
Of remembred  Antiquity 

So close a ravaging storm to match
or perhaps a gripping novalistic story with a sweet dance 
to accompany

Nevertheless breathless I ponder his yellow streaked pages of bewilderment 

O' how the river wild tumbles in a drowning symphony
O' this dulcet love he proclaims
As an orange fire sun come to rest...

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