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Phillips Nathaniel Poem
Istanbul bridge,please take me home.
Take me back to the Anatolian empire,where you used your strength to pull Asia and
Europe together.
Then carried the weight of history and urbanization on your back, you took them to civilization.
Please take me to a land of peace,tourism and productivity,
a land of beauty,liberty and hospitality.
Istanbul bridge,please take me home.
Take me back to the beginning of Noah's new world,built on hope,justice and promises.
A beginning that united Man,animals and nature.
A land that oceans boast of,
mountains stand for,
clouds bleed for,
and the sun survives for.
Take me up the hills of Ephesus where Mary slept in peace,
down to the Mediterranean sea that witnessed the war caused by beauty between the Spartans and Trojans.
Take me from the east to the west and from the west to the east,to make new friends overseas.
From the north to the south and the south to the north,to unite nations across boarders. .
istanbul bridge,please take me home
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2013
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Phillips Nathaniel Poem
THE ALCOHOLIC
His heart is a bottle,
His desires are too brittle,
his achievements are scuttle,
Because his savings are little
He owes depths he cannot settle,
He beat his wife in a drunk battle,
Now he is single,
Failure is his tittle.
The alcoholic
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2013
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Life is a lottery game,
Ambition is our ticket,
Focus multiplies our entries,
Time is the spinning machine,
A rotation represents a generation,
The winners name is selected at random,
Few consolation prizes are given in categories,
The rest become trash and deleted from the record.
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2013
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The troubles of a youth trapped in the misery of his own accomplishment,
trying to solve the equation of positive change caused by a chain reaction of an experiment he carried out unsuccessfully due to mismanagement.,
he searched different sources and tried dubious formulas to correct it quickly but unfortunately got confused at the moment,
looked at his time for the first time then realized,"only the truth could save him", from punishment.
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Fantasy lives in a mirror, her beauty is made up of glass,
Like a princess trapped in a castle, beauty dwelling in the midst of trouble,
failure is now on top of the class.
Her hair grew as long as a tree in time, oops!, prince charming fell off the tower, down on his ass.
A dreamer from dusk till dawn he is, wishes are the testimonies of a CLOWN in crisis.
Twinkle, twinkle, wishing star, how you wonder rather too far,
fun to fly and float in space but risky to slumber on a bed in the sky.
Hurry!, jump up and fall back to town,
for the crown of a bird is not really its own.
Wake and Bake, work the talk,you'll discover elevators to make.
Connecting dreams to reality is a Masters stone the builder cannot fore sake.
Laziness is an opinion,rlife is a vision, seek and you shall find,
fortune and fame more abundant than night mares and sand.
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2016
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A Vanity Affair
Love is'nt found on the streets,
He was born blind therefore what you see is Lust.
Untill she comes to the house, then she can find Love.
He is married to charity and they both live at home.
His personality is humble and meek.
She's thankful, sweet and so beautiful to seek.
But Vanity, oh!, lustful vanity, chase me away from your Love.
In the past you looked at sodom then turned into salt.
Your daughters made their Father drink alot and slept with him, oh! What an assault!.
Her marriage was golden yet she was still comitted to a fault.
They had two kids, pleasure and pain, oh! What a deadly ocult.
Love is a treasure of hope, a banner of grain, patiently preserved for ever lasting gain.
Peace is the force that fastens the bolt.
We have only two emotions, Love and fear.
The former is strong while the later is weak.
Tears flow down a moutain of guilt, in the city of lust, governed by hate.
Vanlty, lustful vanity on vanity, oh!, what a vanity affair!,
Needs and want was her portion and for ever she ate...
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2016
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As a youth,i thought the sky was heaven.
Structured a tower into the condensed clouds but was thrown down by rain
and broke into pieces that weren't even.
Then i molded my desires into bricks for six days hoping to convert my dreams into reality and rest on the sabath,
on day seven.
I prayed to God but the devil answered,"am i closer to tell than heaven?",i wondered.
Curiously i cross checked the time,only to realize seven comes before six among the days of the week in order,
regardless the number.
Now that i am grown,i know the truth,
Heaven is a spirit,
We cant see it,
But can only feel it.
So i pray with my heart,the answers becomes visible to my eyes when ever i listen with my mind.
If life is all vanity and inventions are products of imaginations,
then i must live in my mind and dream in reality.
When i feel depressed Am i blind?,
When confronted with night mares,and i scream out a name i believe is love,am i kind?,
Asleep i pray that when i wake,my mind be calm like the water flow down the hill into the stream.
because the answer of every prayer is peace.
A prayer in the dark,
Seek and you shall find.
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel | Year Posted 2014
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