Historical Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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historical seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 5:49pm
21st Apr 2025 5:49pm
Palliation Eternal. no
21/30
Palliation Eternal. no
Finally figured out the WHY,
the dominant reason why in the past
THE TRUTH – the whole of it, uncloaked
never came out while excommunicated
painting a Pariah attempting to seal
in stone with Charges approval
seemingly also, with Creator’s consent ~
Mobs, once they get into a frenzy
a full head of steam, like Lemmings,
Unable to STOP even when facts
laid out upon their repast plates
refuse to accommodate
their fixed notions about what
transpired.
Changing their...
Palliation Eternal. no
Finally figured out the WHY,
the dominant reason why in the past
THE TRUTH – the whole of it, uncloaked
never came out while excommunicated
painting a Pariah attempting to seal
in stone with Charges approval
seemingly also, with Creator’s consent ~
Mobs, once they get into a frenzy
a full head of steam, like Lemmings,
Unable to STOP even when facts
laid out upon their repast plates
refuse to accommodate
their fixed notions about what
transpired.
Changing their...
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 7:04am
21st Apr 2025 7:04am
Wine-Scented Dreams: Ballad of a Creole Moon
Wine-Scented Dreams:
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
#culture
#historical
#love
#romantic
#sensual
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
Gramophone Records
19/30
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
#family
#historical
#memories
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
8th Apr 2025 2:04pm
Effects / affects
08/30
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
Effects / affects
Yesterday, I rec’d a medium sized Postal Box of a fair weight, weighted.
My Mom’s treasure, or the treasures my Sister thought, I’d keep ~
Mostly old photos of me, my siblings……..family.
Marine Corps Depot 10 year and 20 year pins – her awards for her Civil Service.
From the photos she saved, I could tell she was well loved.
She used to tell me how she (bragged) tell the Colonel about her son who
Joined the US Air Force.
Many a photo, I NEVER KNEW.
Also, photos of an ex and her kids. I also...
#family
#historical
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6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
3rd Apr 2025 7:33am
Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
#Africa
#children
#coffee #historical
#coffee #historical
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 1:05am
25th Mar 2025 1:05am
f**k Knows?
Watched a docu
On ancient Rome
In which
A battle scene occured
Where the word
Fucking was used
Approximately
Fifteen hundred years
Before entering
Any known languages
History versus
Dramatic effect.....
by Jemia
On ancient Rome
In which
A battle scene occured
Where the word
Fucking was used
Approximately
Fifteen hundred years
Before entering
Any known languages
History versus
Dramatic effect.....
by Jemia
#deception
#historical
#honesty
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
25th Feb 2025 5:12pm
Knowing Wrong From Wright!
When
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
i
think
of
flight
I
think
of
the
brothers
Wright
They
weren't
to
wrong!
by Jemia
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#travel
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
Ancient Maiden Dream
Ancient Maiden Dream
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
#beauty
#historical
#nature
#Romanticism
#sensual
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2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 1:29am
8th Feb 2025 1:29am
The Sound Of Silence
The
wilds
of
deep
space
Primordial
silent
seas
A
big
bang
lurked
by Jemia
wilds
of
deep
space
Primordial
silent
seas
A
big
bang
lurked
by Jemia
#astronomy
#historical
#philosophical #universe
#philosophical #universe
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1 Comment
Goldy-992
David Gold
David Gold
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 2:55pm
8th Nov 2024 2:55pm
The Poppy
In fields where silence bows its head,
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
#historical
#inspirational
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:59am
4th Nov 2024 1:59am
Three Months Hard Labour
There is a young bar
on Queens Road
Where many a drink
has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
were nude
But not particularly
rude
Yet comfortable
within their abode
by Jemia
on Queens Road
Where many a drink
has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
were nude
But not particularly
rude
Yet comfortable
within their abode
by Jemia
#funny
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter #limerick
#LifeAsAWriter #limerick
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