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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
babylon It was summer when they appeared as lambs, over the mountain ring in morning, from the desert around. It rained that day, the air was clear, and flowers lined path and river to bring water, life, and song to this virgin ground. The wheelmaker was there, the grandplanner, the desperado, the starver, the walker, the excavator, the jeweler, and the talker. Said the grandplanner, We will build towers here to the gate and to the sky above to show this earth, the sea, the air, the power of our faith, our works, and our love. Said the wheelmaker, By my anvil I will hammer these gifts down your streets made of metal, knowledge, and great skill to rest your weary lives and your weary feet. Said the excavator, Pure milk and honey flows through this ditch, power beneath the floor. Canals will I make, and great buildings, and money will find you at home at your door. Said the walker, We flock to your streets blessing city, lamps and your lights which by resurrection comes the sensual peace of touch, taste, smell, sound, and sight. And the jeweler whispered, This marching throng goes naked to some, yet I see echoes of diadem crowns and hear glittering songs of crows wearing the Emperor’s new clothes. Said the starver, I leave at dawn for the old dwellings. Tell the tower manna of heaven may be pawned by slight, and the air grows thick and sour. And the desperado was found in a strange land silent, alone, near the famed spa turning in the wind, by his own hand, from the tip of the cornucopia. Babylon! Babylon! It is here. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the dead, snake pits and spires and seers and liars and dreamers and builders and schemers all led by their fears and their needs and desires. ANNOUNCING! my novel COOL UNIVERSE is now posted in the prose forum. Enjoy! [This message has been edited by mirror man (07-28-2003 09:14 AM).] |
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Ramon Junior Member
since 2003-07-22
Posts 28 |
is this a political poem? I had the impression from reading the rules that anything deviating from neutrality, anything that was biased wasn't allowed? Did I read the rules right? |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MirrorMan~ Like everything I've EVER read from you ... this is exciting and so very, very well done. Congrats on the novel !!! You go my friend~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Ramon -- what rule? where? what's political about it? Marge -- thank you very much. I appreciate you taking the time to read my novel also. |
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Ramon Junior Member
since 2003-07-22
Posts 28 |
I was only asking. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
The Babylonian tower is why we have so many languages. God saw that man was trying to reach him by building a tower so high to get to Him, and this prompted Him to divert them by confusing them with different languages. That is why there are so many languages today. Confounded the wise. Confusing the crowd. Something I heard a long time ago. SharaRose @-->-- |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Babylon! Babylon! It is here. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the dead, snake pits and spires and seers and liars and dreamers and builders and schemers all led by their fears and their needs and desires. ...and here we all are... thoughtful write, MM... ~K~ |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
Very intriguing write. angelblueyes |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Thank you all very much. This thing is so old it's hard to talk about. But thank you anyway. |
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