Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
In The Eyes of Sarajevo
I see a retreating host of forest greens
the patchwork camouflage, cut through
Seemingly tranquil, turquoise mountain streams
an immense force when in full flow
carving empires anew
Strong coffee browns, silent soulful oaks
amber charred yet, no
Passions such a place invokes
Waters, woodlands, iridescent pale blue skies
all captured in the eyes of Sarajevo
the patchwork camouflage, cut through
Seemingly tranquil, turquoise mountain streams
an immense force when in full flow
carving empires anew
Strong coffee browns, silent soulful oaks
amber charred yet, no
Passions such a place invokes
Waters, woodlands, iridescent pale blue skies
all captured in the eyes of Sarajevo
#beauty
#nature
#historical
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Khione
From movement and ice, you sprang
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
#winter
#mythology
#historical
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Torpedo Jamming, Rocket Mapping & Other Innovators in History
Praise your moms, praise your sisters, praise your daughters, praise your queens
Praise all the women in your life who have helped you achieved your dreams
Honor those women who have contributed to society but never got the glory
It’s March, it’s women’s history month so learn about them and tell their stories
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Did you know that Hollywood star Hedy Lamarr was also an inventor?
The actress of the silver screen had patents and other inventions that still apply
During the war she came up with the idea of frequency jamming for torpedoes
And that...
Praise all the women in your life who have helped you achieved your dreams
Honor those women who have contributed to society but never got the glory
It’s March, it’s women’s history month so learn about them and tell their stories
Like
Did you know that Hollywood star Hedy Lamarr was also an inventor?
The actress of the silver screen had patents and other inventions that still apply
During the war she came up with the idea of frequency jamming for torpedoes
And that...
#strength
#women
#feminism #historical
#feminism #historical
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Parallel Lives - Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Journal Entry: February 26, 2024
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
Today, as I looked deeper into the historical archives of the Dallas Library, I unearthed another piece of my great-grandmother's story. Her presence seemed to leap out at me with a vibrancy that belied the passage of time and I could almost hear her whisper, “Keep searching for me.”
The photograph that caught my eye was one of her at the age of seventeen, radiant and beaming with the confidence of youth. She was the winner of a swimsuit competition held in Dallas in the summer of 1950. Her beauty was undeniable, a timeless elegance...
#love
#historical
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Lucidity
God in the Sky
Is the same as the God in Eye
My Covenant is Clear
I Hear beyond Purgatory's Pond
The Bond is Solidified
Through the Ancient Pillars
Of Humility and Respect
The building blocks of Wizdom
Thus is the Journey of Divine Intelligence
Reconciling the Human Experience
Eye am the Risen from the Mud
The Cosmically Driven
The 3-D Chess Player looking at His End Game
The Reveler...the Leveler
Squaring Loose Ends
The Reliever of Lucy's Noose
The Maker of...
Is the same as the God in Eye
My Covenant is Clear
I Hear beyond Purgatory's Pond
The Bond is Solidified
Through the Ancient Pillars
Of Humility and Respect
The building blocks of Wizdom
Thus is the Journey of Divine Intelligence
Reconciling the Human Experience
Eye am the Risen from the Mud
The Cosmically Driven
The 3-D Chess Player looking at His End Game
The Reveler...the Leveler
Squaring Loose Ends
The Reliever of Lucy's Noose
The Maker of...
#death
#spiritual
#historical
#SelfDiscovery
#nonfiction
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Dial Portugal 1944
Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.
Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.
The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.
Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several...
#soldiers
#war
#money
#historical
#military
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My Great-Grandmother, the Queen of Frogtown
Sitting in the cozy corner of the downtown Dallas library I was drawn deeper into the mysterious life of my great-grandmother, Louise. At 28 weeks pregnant, with a growing life inside me, the urge to unravel the secrets of my family's past is strong.
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
Louise, the enigmatic figure whose existence is little more than whispers and faded photographs, holds a special place in my curiosity. Born in the early 1930s, she navigated the shifting landscape of Dallas in the late 1950s, a time when the city was bustling with industrialization. But it wasn't the factories or the skyscrapers that...
#relationships
#historical
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buried treasures
there are things in museums that
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
#PopCulture
#historical
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The Case of the Criminal Queen
a detective story
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
It was a busy day for Homer Featherstonhaugh and as he leapt from the red London bus, as much as a man of his girth ever leaps, he had a loud enough song in his heart to make the sparrows quit their warblings. He dove into Bidwell’s and ordered a pot of tea and a cooked breakfast. Folks thought it was eccentric of him to eat in a workman’s cafe surrounded by boiler suits and such, or a sign that he was trying too hard to seem like a man of the people, a sort of reverse parvenu. ‘Silly old Homer’ they’d say, ‘Off on his odysseys again. The fellows must think him a...
#ShortStory
#prose
#mystery #historical
#mystery #historical
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To Shakespeare's sonnet 73.
I do see in you now the passing years
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
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The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
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Tale of Sand, Soda and Lime
It stretches back four thousand years
unearthed glass beads how old are these?
braclets necklaces never date
eons, lie unadorning
not grace the slimmest wrist
accentuate across the clevage
waiting, fallen, lost
prizes from the past
a provenance, aclaimed by learned minds
that shines
archaeologist, rethread their history
small orbs, that hold a lineage so vast
Mesopotanian artisans
sand, soda and lime, into the fire were cast
unearthed glass beads how old are these?
braclets necklaces never date
eons, lie unadorning
not grace the slimmest wrist
accentuate across the clevage
waiting, fallen, lost
prizes from the past
a provenance, aclaimed by learned minds
that shines
archaeologist, rethread their history
small orbs, that hold a lineage so vast
Mesopotanian artisans
sand, soda and lime, into the fire were cast
#historical
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DU Poetry : Historical Poems