Short Historians Poems

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Premium Member Who Invented Soap

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Now, historians say the Babylonians invented soap in 2800 B.C.E
   Water, alkali and cassia oil ~ formula of hope in the 21st century
Form: Epigram


Another Silly Idea

For years historians dismissed it.
Calling it nonsense,a fairytale,certainly not a mystery.
Its the first reference to Medieval plumbing.
The Bayeux Tap History
Form:

Premium Member What Will Man Think - For Contest

      The past blinks
      The future winks

      The present links
       ~ Historians ink




     Entry in > 7 Contest
     Sponsor: Rob Carmack
      Date: July 29, 2025
Form: Monorhyme

To Our Future Historians

Horror and disbelief!
Numbed by it!
As one traumatically struck by
Cruelest of what does for cold eye
Expose madness.

Primal, dark! Seen from this
Age of Spirit.
Quelled of all fear, whose peace ensures
Has been smoothed o'er such Time's features
Manic with stress.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member historians doing their best

high spirited historians have had hissy high-jinx over alternative facts
interestingly, instilling intentional intellectual events with integrity intact
juxtaposing jurisprudence juggling judgmental journalism best they can
Keeping knowledge kosher
legalizing ledgers in the land
Form: ABC


Life Is a Poem

Life is a poem Life is a book Being chronicled into, every second Ink which cannot erase Black stains like glue Only the master's blood can delete Pages unknown,leaflets untold Historians shall study This old book of mine Perhaps it will be an inspiration So let me see what i can tell.

Court Historians

The Court Historians'
official dictums
of special reports
and minor fiction from
deep in the archives
where they've been
resting with other lies
besides these, and other
generally accepted deeds
have just been released
for "people consumption" now
that the donkies have been appeased
and truth into lie
and lie into truth
have rendered history
spin-city legalese.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Fall of the Empire

All roads lead to Rome
As the migration begins
So goes the fall of the empire
Once invincible once respected now cursed
Weakness in the Senate corruption speaks
Destroyed internally by a lack of integriity in its 
Leaders
Lies become truth
Deception its dogma
City burned but no lessons learned
Historians document the fall but no notes taken
Thought forsaken
All roads lead to Washington.

Premium Member Kissing Badger Santas Axe

badger Santa was the head of the Winter Mafia
godfather of the forest in non-Santa town
animals came to kiss the ring
asked for favors
he was the boss
they brought offerings
hoping it would be enough
badger Santa ran for president
he had the worst character traits
but the animals were afraid to not vote for him
afraid of repercussions
history perpetually repeats itself, said the historians

Premium Member Christmas In July

Nobody really knows when Jesus was born. He may not necessarily have been a Capricorn. For as long as anyone around can remember, we have celebrated His birthday on the twenty-fifth of December. Here is something historians and theologians can’t deny: Our Savior may have been born during the month of July. If so, we celebrants won’t freeze in the snow and ice. We would have sunshine and warm breezes. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Form: Rhyme

Our Portliest President

President William H. Taft
Was according to legend so big in the aft
That he got stuck in the splish-splosh,
But that's probably pish-posh.


(Note: Although President Taft did indeed have a super-sized bathtub installed in the White House, historians have found no evidence for the popular story that it was because he had gotten stuck while taking a bath in the original tub.)

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Written 1/22/2019 for Andrea Dietrich's Leader Clerihew contest.
© Ed Morris  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Reserved But Cannot Be Forgotten

A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper, its global banner of rice is raised so high which is only beaten by one. Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health. From dragons to birds; the turtle to the horse; the minds of its people have well been bonded to these, making historians marvel at which exactly helped in denting the American military pride.
Form: Ode

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