Mecca Poems - Poems about Mecca

Fluorescent lights hummed a monotone drone, In the background, the resonant chimes and dings of the cash register sing. A lone moth fluttered past my empty dome Light, purposeless, similar to myself. Glassy eyes wandered back, staring deep into the infinite assembly line I could not help but lose myself in. Neon nectars beckoned me like a sugary siren, I was a...

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In Mecca circle Throng heads vow in unison In silence uphold....

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Proud shoes of Muslims from a hajj! Their owners 'Alhaji' emerge! Sandals which kissed Jerusalem: A true Christian's, grandly solemn! A devout man's made pilgrrimage A boost gives his Holy image: It's a picture hard to damage, Even if he were a savage... For the chance to access Heaven One's pilgrimage up to seven. Christians meet Pharisees' Leaven And for themselves judge The Raven... Still, the sad...

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My soul is derelict, forsaken by the universe Even the sun burns and the moon frowns Probably my birth is a misfortune Uneven days have stolen my joy My lover looks upon me coyly Unbearable Pain that tears flee Unknown the origin of this pain Trekking the desserts of existence Darkness clouds my being Lost in bearings, I gaze to...

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It is disgusting that 734 people died at Mecca, Last Thursday, when so many lives were lost, Needlessly, for want of crowd control officials, To restrain the 1.4 million who’s emotions cost. Religion is never an objective thing, It's extremely emotional, out with rational thought; And the ritual that the pilgrims were approaching, Was, in my opinion, religion’s most...

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A clatter of human hooves drums on through an after- dawn marketplace… the wide tunnel of mouths reel from the splintered chorus of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta of succulent aroma whisks mid-air, talkative faces sampling potent crops on weaved baskets , hanging neatly before slurpy hands condemn them to boiling pots: the errant noise...

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Bridled pilgrim on tributary road Sanctified route that Imams trode Hoping cares and sorrows to unload In Mecca's blessed, sanctified abode Prayerful disciple dutifully abnegating world in part Humbly following the scantily-provisioned cart In contrition, taking alms from each, beneficent heart Diligently brushing aside each mental block, earthen rampart Suffering the reproach of strangers with grace Shouldering the stigma attached to foreign race Showering kindness...

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There is this yearning deep inside my soul that is satisfied only when I am alone atop a mountain, sitting quietly by a stream or laying in a cozy meadow splashed with sunshine My heart is soothed there as if I were truly home truly at peace truly one with Mother Earth this Mecca is my driving force as I follow the hummingbirds song deeper into the wilderness where...

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