History Word Play Poems

   Mesopotamia

     The Fertile Crescent once was
   
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    Our favorite teacher was in a fix
    History class had not one, but two Dicks
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Sometimes I wonder…
As I read the past poets, great writers,
With offerings of words
Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade.

But, then I...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military...

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Both France and Australia were nil-nil until extra time when Aussie Alanna Kennedy’s misdirected header during a corner kick produced an own goal for France....

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Just like a wish, whimsical as it stirs dreams and trembles with the rhythms of hope, my heart anticipates the beautiful in a setting sun,...

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Geology and biology are both to me
Confusing studies that are more than weirdly wee
artistic sands of the beach by the sea
speaks to thee, and speaks...

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This is an obvious thing to say
well of course this is always the case
you are alive till the day you die
so certain for all the...

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A monsignor from 'la belle France'
Split the Scriptures into chapters,by chance,
A colleague in fair  Erin's isle
Introduced verse,within a short while-
Take care,. quotes can mislead,by...

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Soft and gentle, like southern rain
Still as the embers, breathless
In the fire’s dream – lasting beyond
Graceful wisdom who portrays the eventual
Healing, the flaming gestures in...

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The soup tonight is matzo ball
    A night of wonder for one and all

  Crossing the Sea on foot is a...

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Son of the river Dai?an that flowed with much joy
Sailed into this world through ancient Edessa
Hear: He is the true harp of the Holy Spirit

Once...

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A witty verse can stir the brain
To write as Shakespeare or to feign
And every little rhyme that’s writ
Is worthy of the praise it gets.

A witty...

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Sometimes, we know not where we are going
Perhaps because of "Wear" we have been

The river in which we follow
-That is forever flowing-

Began in the "See"...

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Bearded
 like a snail
 jealous of
 his big manly voice
Turning again
 with noses
 on spectacles
We seek
  exits from the theater
sans teeth
sans eyes
sans everything

To die
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