History Poems
Sealed with Secrets: A True History
by Igor Vykhovanets
Sealed with Secrets: A True History
"He who would grasp the present's course
Without the past will fail, of course."
— Gottfried Leibniz, 18th century.
Who will let the past be known,
Help us grasp what once was shown?
Schools just feed the kids with fables,
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We Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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Creed
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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History Lesson
by Steve Turner
History repeats itself.
Has to.
No-one listens.
Common Cold
by Ogden Nash
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I'm not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip;
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Echoes of a Rose
by Drake Son
Her winds still whisper names forgotten,
And her rivers now hum hymns of home’s embrace.
Chimney tops rise, silent like prayers unanswered,
And cracked cobbles mutter stories of long ago.
Still held together by time’s drystone hands,
The home we once knew, now overthrown.
Now, not a place of darkness and gloom,
As strangers still believe.
Nor a land of milky tea-stained dreams,
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Sealed with Secrets: A True History
by Igor Vykhovanets
Sealed with Secrets: A True History
"He who would grasp the present's course
Without the past will fail, of course."
— Gottfried Leibniz, 18th century.
Who will let the past be known,
Help us grasp what once was shown?
Schools just feed the kids with fables,
......
saved
by Jupiters Angel
Who can be saved
a road already paved
history a keeper of blood and thunder.
Who can be saved
man In constant anger.
Words to be chains
ambitious claims
a palm readers hand
draws the line in the sand.
Will history decide to speak
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Photograph
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
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Cleopatra
by Mario Odekerken
Cleopatra, a vision draped in gold and shadow,
eyes painted dark as the Nile's midnight flow,
lips curving with secrets
whispered to power,
each glance a promise, each word a silken snare.
She moves as a storm hidden in silks,
her beauty a veil over cunning
that glitters sharp,
a queen crowned in mysteries,
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