'Small inequities magnified by intervening vapors'
...... Lydia Davis
Ah learning how to walk again
Triumphant statues
Erectus victorious
while
Cicadas whine as children die
in Calmouk
Camels give milk distilled to
dizzying confusion
Headlights approach
"crumble ye tyrants --
may there be nothing
in your way"
Eyes glaze as centuries quicken
chants
Echoed by the Anunnaki
Travelers from Ethiopian art
As Sumerian Scholars
Scream from ancient tablets
lost
In the land of Shinar
Categories:
sumerian, conflict,
Form: Free verse
They are witches on the beach
laughing at their menfolk
finding them wanting
but who is the dark now ?
with gilded wings they flock
like a midnight minotaur
dim of sight
They make their way
through the miers
plundering both Silesian winters
and Sumerian summers
only wanting to drown
the tulip of hope
Categories:
sumerian, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
I got rid of the toxins empathically
a path in computer science
unique file for friendships
obsolete a techs understanding
depends how you read
Attentions a beast
Lack of communication
Dates are outdated
we network for a couple of weeks
The way I look at things
went from pager To engineer of a tablet
Sumerian skills I clay any gadget to rest.
I bleed code think frequency
I'm just having Diner on a sky scrapper
wait for the update
Categories:
sumerian, age, computer, philosophy, science,
Form: Verse
They were tormented each day and their suffering was severe
These 10 leopards making their way for the Lord was near
Standing beyond the crowd, these 10 men began to cry out
Their desperate cries so loud reflecting they're difficult bout
Jesus will always hear, as He called them over to His Side
His power not yet clear, until in His Word they abide
For as they walked away, it became apparent and clear
They were all cured today, but from just one would Jesus hear
One of the 10 returned, as the others went their way
For this ones heart had yearned to thank Jesus that day
Of where the others went, noting only the Sumerian returned
The message Jesus had sent only a very few have discerned
Look down on no one, but for God's Grace it could be you
Thanking Him for His Son in the making of us brand new
Always putting His Name first above every other name
So even at our absolute worst it's His Victory we can claim
Luke 17:11-19
Categories:
sumerian, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
The little clay tablets have been unearthed,
Their cuneiform secrets quite deciphered.
I sensed a poem of our century lay revealed,
with men waiting eager in the cradle's wings
for this Sumerian development.
Some five thousand years have passed by now,
yet in a deep sense the moment has never died.
Ancient poet,
juggle words for me.
Write only of a man called Enmerkar,
not that he ruled in Uruk and was born of gods.
For I would wish.........
Nor describe how he ordered Aratta,
( a city-state outside Sumer's domain),
to submit and bring precious stones,
lapis lazuli, silver, gold;
for shrines.
Or that when his demands were met with a bluff,
like a nuclear scientist he threatened,
destruction and dust.
Because having read such things a thousand times....
Categories:
sumerian, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
SWEET N' SOUR EQUALS,
COTTON CANDY/LEMON HEADS
SUCH A BITTER SWEET SYMPHONY.
THIS COLD PLAY HEART, HAS
SEEN IT ALL; CHASING CARS
N' A YELLOW SUMERIAN UNDER
PRESSURE I WON' T FORGET YOU.
SP ("FAM") TO THE END!!! With A little sweet n' sour!!!!!!
Written By:
Sweet N' SOUR=CARMA
06-23-12
Tribute to all soup FAM!!!
Categories:
sumerian, dedication, family, imagination, on
Form: Free verse
There lives with-in, a grande dame fair,
goddess of many talents rare.
Yet, humble in her own shy way,
she weaves her words without delay, beyond compare.
You might just think she lives to write,
that poetry consumes her sight.
I see a soul that lives to love . . .
to share below and rise above, in divine light.
A beauty only few can see
is gifted in her poetry.
As dawn reveals through clouded sky
the glory of its golden eye, in majesty.
A tapestry in varied hues . . .
a rainbow painted over blues.
Her lovely words continue on.
They’ll live long after she is gone, to greet her muse.
This poem is in The Florette form created by Jan Turner
Note:
‘Since the Sumerian poet Enheduanna carved her odes to the
goddess Inanna in cuneiform tablets more than 4,500 years ago,
civilizations have expressed their most beautiful, tragic, triumphant,
and perceptive thoughts through poetry.’
Categories:
sumerian, art, words,
Form: Rhyme
(fragment)
English version by Liviu Martinescu
50.
oddly the leaves seem to count us
in their fall
houses shaped as a shrill sound
nobody lives in nobody
often the poor hear the nought in objects
blind people's hands do not signify
in litheness of pure
bars stroking one word
that thought-lives us
imitating the wistfulness of
unborn gods
we sink too soon
in the sleep-iron landscape
our fingers deafened
by the cranial blade of computers
surrounded by liquid helium solitude
and pounded heart
in the vacuum mouth of objects
we can only be saved by the word
the word that grinds its own shape
with the intensity of a star
breathing its own catastrophe
the word through which the violet
ribs of children can be seen
sequential workers
their complexion as dark as statistics
the gauze bandages of goods
hiding rotting canals
we live in approximation
our eyes shredded
by speed
nonplussed we fail no notice
that our dogs return from hunting
bearing sumerian tablets on their collars
who are you coming out of the net of time
to touch our civilization
with a myrtle sprig
ay sleep hauls cities
on paltry claws
their music a breeze from the future
yet cybernetic bells snow down
on blue deafness
Categories:
sumerian, inspirational, philosophy, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Computers are around us everyday
Some help us, whilst others let us play
No matter our ages
They can put us in rages
As they carry on with their display
They have been here for many a year
Sumerian abacus, engineered
Even a textile loom
Made this business boom
Which brought us to the modern ones near
They come in all shapes and forms
In our lives, on our wrists their adorned
Even the time they can tell
From their chip like cell
When they work, it's great, they perform
So without them we'd be awfully lost
Although our tempers can become crossed
To them I'll never condemn
Terrific silicon gems
One day us humans will be bossed
Categories:
sumerian, computer-internet
Form: Limerick