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Those rich metaphors drawn from the sky and sea;
rich funereal language, baptism and burial and birth,
blossom and harvest, wise ones, witan’s children.
From the lips of children we must learn that clinging
to life is not enough.

Smoke over Mosul. Mosul’s churches where once
the Jacobite heart of Christian belief was celebrated
amongst the ruins of Nineveh, along the same back paths
& alleys that the Jews took to their synagogue
which had been there since the Prophet Zoroaster
lived here, 3500 years ago. 

Today Zoroaster’s  sons and daughters
are buried all around Mosul. These Yezedi dead are a vestige
of a different, polytheistic way. On them
those Salafist-devils sought to satiate their sin.

Trace the infected stream back to its source
this nest of vipers
of Wahhabism. Saudi Arabia.
Look! You’ll find them there
these enemies of Voltaire
contaminate the very air.


◄ North country

Adamantine Blue ►


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John Marks

Sat 22nd Apr 2023 00:09

Chère Clare. Ma grand-mère avait l'habitude de dire "ne te rabaisse pas John, le reste du monde le fera pour toi". Vous comprenez assez bien.

"Extraire l'éternel de l'éphémère."
-Charles Baudelaire

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Fri 21st Apr 2023 21:01

puisque nous parlons tous français ce qui me fait grand plaisir, je vais continuer dans la même veine. C'est un poème intéressant bien au-dessus de ma tête mais j'ai tout de même apprécié la lecture

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John Marks

Fri 21st Apr 2023 20:29

Merci Kevin!

Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue :
Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Arthur Rimbaud

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Kevin Tan

Fri 21st Apr 2023 16:10

Le destin des poètes. Oui, je l'aime!

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