Short Babylon Poems
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Grand basilicas
built to papal false idols
of graven image -
to apostate relics from
pagan Rome and Babylon!
The cacophony of birds
sounded like
the babble of Babylon
no terror
better describes
the faces of Babel
than Edvard Munch's
The Scream.
Babble on, Babylon!— The bell is bellowing
Its booming bane! Bastards and baseborn bumblers
Beware, and beg bitterly for better
Birth above! O’ you bashful, bawdry bunch!
Smoke on the water or dust in the wind,
Rain has been purple since innocence sinned.
The levee is dry and the spirit retired,
But song-writing seamstresses still seem inspired.
Man, a Rasta
Screw them Babylon
No more bondage
I and I guidance
Zion my portion
Selassie my saint
Roots my culture
One love my anthem
JAH RASTAFARI
Surviving_Pawn
Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
Only the heartless
are blind to serenity
Lost in the darkness
away from the light
Only tomorrow
releases the past
The sins of the father
— yesterday’s blight
(Ronald McDonald House: October, 2025)
The only thing
that changes
is perspective
The only thing
envisioned
sight unseen
The only thing
that’s lasting
stays redundant
The only thing
that lingers
— is a dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
The Ifs of Life
Daddy always used to say:
Ifs are like the tower of Babylon,
They can’t get you anywhere.
Only by the facts of a life can one get
From here to there.
A verse from my poem, “Daddy Always Used To Say.”
Faith
Hope and
Charity,
An eye single
To glory of God,
Qualifies each person
For the work of salvation
For all his brothers and sisters
Caught in traps of never ending sin,
Trying to find escape in Babylon.
Swords will clamp,
Rome will stand.
Shields will block,
Greece will fall.
Armageddon will burn,
Babylon will be torn.
America is in a den,
Russia looks to reign...
Korea is the lion
Ready to pounce
On all we call world power!
Tigers of babylon draw tight
Power atlas at its brazen right
Strings and limbs, we can use these things
Explosive hips happen in flight
But all that grasps stays in sight
From shoulder to core declaration
On this mat we make a firm statement
YOU thought god had changed
given his son to forgive us all
no god is still violently destroying mankind
abusing our tiny souls with his power
we are operating on strictly BC frequencies
babylon shall fall
i cannot see the point of it all
the minstrels
the lovers
and the mad
dare to explore
where others fear
to tread
we wish on falling
stars
not knowing where they
land
a million miles to
Babylon
a journey
unknown
paradise awaits
those who dare
to walk
alone
ZOMBIES
Zodiac Babylon.
Zombies resurrected.
Ziggurat, stiff like stone.
Zigzag, shuffle, shamble.
Zipless undead flesh wraiths.
Zestless, yet voracious.
Zeroed in on my brain!
Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
9/22/2025
Anger, purer than dark chocolate
A seat, right next to the agitator, yet still underneath
Our system is not working.
We are busted, building Babylon,
and now the essence is dust,
all in my eyes, causing tracing,
all in my mouth, causing
silence.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Falling Rain
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: December/2014
God
suspends
the
sun today -
casting
His
shadow
over
the
Earth -
His
Holy Tears
falls down
on
Babylon,
to rid
the
world
from
Sin -
of Babylon it's written
of Rome it is said
of Athen's glory it's recounted
of Egypt's pharaohs long dead
Anaheim's alive
Dallas, dynamic
Phoenix is rising
Portland is panoramic
we pay homage to what was; overlook what glistens, the aerodynamic
There on the brown jungle grass
We lie hemmed by moonlit horse
Deep sounds of drum from afar
Babylon breath dense and coarse
____________________________
23 March, 2017
[Qijue - 4 lines, 7 syllables each]
Contest: Form ‘J’ Jueju
Sponsor: Broken Wings
The clock strikes midnight
under a moon that's bright.
A summer breeze carries a perfume
from jasmine in early bloom
and I walk the beach wishing
you were here within reach.
Eyes locked, hand in hand,
leaving footsteps in the sand
AP: 1st place 2026
We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do they compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the world with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or Satan's realm by Milton's lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Say, which art thou, Albion?
Be,
The ocean inside me,
be my homemade beast ...
that I will be your domestic
tiger...
Dance for me as if
it was Babylon ...
that I will donate you all
sprouting melodies of my body,
and all the luminescence of my soul ...
Then you will be my immense love!
someone asked me to define the peace of ethnicity
I am just a Mahogany child
of Babylon
sitting in my tree
my grandfather planted this tree
I am sitting in my grandfather's tree
eating a strawberry
reminiscing
that is what peace looks like to me
I am ethnicity.
We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do these compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the earth with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or the Satanic mills of Blakean lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Pray, which art thou, Albion?
Great Pyramid Of Giza
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon
Temple Of Artemis
Statue Of Zeus At Olympia
Mausoleum At Halicanassus
Colossus Of Rhodes
Lighthouse Of Alexandria
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