Smyrna Poems - Poems about Smyrna

...song of the mattress she slept, wrinkled and small on satin sheets, a band-aide covering her mattress, knees tucked tightly beneath her chin and legs pressed against her breasts ......

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...Many years ago, I was reading the Revelation and came across the seven churches and thought where were they then and now for civilizations and some countries changed. I didn’t have a clue and didn......

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...After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park, And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks. The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine, And t......

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...PRELUDE There has always been animosity between Greece and Turkey as far back in history as we wish to go. Greece was occupied by the Turks during the Middle-Ages for almost 500 years. My ancestor......

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...If every one of us, with a relationship burning In heart and mind for Jesus, have been evangelizing Why's Maoist China dominating The Globe despite Columbus ... Why is it that the Temple Mount i......

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...Greek George Allen 1828-1913 Seegh no mee. Ah, I see we have not been introduced. Please, if you will, call me George, George Allen. In life, I was a greek from Smyrna, Hired by the......

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...Ruins Ancient ruins of Smyrna are threatened by war they might be blown up by those who want history to start now cutting off the umbilical cord of yesterday and we are all victim of the day ......

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...Used to be the Mafia. Glory to shameful violence. Off balanced dodgers, No reconciliation, by Story. Oh, thank Jesus. Oh, Thyatira As time now diminishes? Now urban dump sites, Steps into f......

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...For Kenneth Koch We met each other in Smyrna Birthplace of Seferis Walked all the day together around Ephesus Admiring the antiquities And chatting about the troubles of a new era We came from......

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...September 1922 A woman is standing in front of a ship. Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son. Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes. Eye......

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...on the road to Beverly past Corfu, Smyrna a battered homestead a rusting hulk hot wind, dust storming sky, raging river how much better than backbiting and fear contempt energizes above a ......

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