From The Tower Of Babel
From the tower of babel
let me see you rise...
one by one
...by one.
From the tower of babel
let me see you
united...
divided...
united...
again and again
...and again.
From the tower of babel
let me see the world
lightened...
darkened...
lightened...
again and again
...and again.
From the tower of babel
let me see you rise
...my dear.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.
quote by Franz Kafka
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Burj Khalifa
A tower reaching for the sky
The tallest in the world they say.
The tiny country of Dubai
is very proud they can display
A master piece in steel and glass
A building that must be world class
A tower meant to demonstrate
the power of this little State.
Luxury writ unashamed
Which some think can be blamed
for wrecking the economy.
Which could be true quite possibly.
Dubai is asking time to pay
the debts incurred along the way
It could be that they aimed to high
and now they’re forced to question why.
The Tower of Babel was destroyed.
They say because God was annoyed
at the arrogance of men.
Dubai has dared to try again.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel, so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God's anger; but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex.
quote by Adam Sedgwick
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My Babel Tower
Silver raindrops, the sky cries
On this mirror maze,
Lonely I feel, even if
My reflections are all around me,
Sad and empty inside,
Building a Babel tower,
With these mirror bricks!
The gods fight me,
Sending down a storm,
I fall...
And so does my tower of dreams...
Shards of mirror,
Shards of my reflection, in my skin...
©1st of June 2006, Elya Thorn
I have submitted this poem to two poetry contests.
poem by Elya Thorn
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You Do Not Notice The Genius Of Other People
in your vanity
in the tallness of your price
like the tower of babel
you stand disunited
and scattered soon
you shall be like leaves
blown by the winds
of change
you do not notice the genius
of other people
you have looked so profusely
inside yourself
and you have not only become
one meaningless tower
but a cave digging more
confusions towards
the darkness of your
feet
try opening the eyes between
your eyes
try using the ears embedded
in your ten fingers
hear those who have no spoken
listen
see those who are like shadows
living
in the twilight of your life
perhaps you can find yourself
the paradox keeps upon itself the truth
your heart thrives somewhere
your hands have not been holding
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man's Dreams
man wants a
landmark
man's dream has
always been
to build the tallest
tower
dreams of Babel
sonorous sounds
widget whispers
to justify
his inevitable
passing away
and he shall hear
a division of people
speaking in tongues
so strange to his
hearing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tower Of London
Let me take you to trafalgar square
Let me take you there
Every streets a fashion catwalk
Everyones debonair
Let me take you to piccadilly
Guess it leads somewhere
Tower over centuries, tower over london
Tower up and frankly Im amazed
Whats done cannot be undone, not here not in london
Whats done can never be erased
So, tower up! - its those little things
Make life interesting- tower of london!
Tower up! - wasting time
Yours and mine - tower of london!
Hip london! hip london!
Let me take you to st.jamess square
Let me groove you there
Diplomats get target practice
In the open air
Psychobillies scream blue murder
Then they hit mayfair
Tower over centuries, tower over london
Tower up and frankly Im amazed
Whats done cannot be undone, not here not in london
Whats done can never be erased
So, tower up! - its those little things
Make life interesting- tower of london!
Tower up! - wasting time
Precious time - tower of london!
Tower up! Ill meet you there
Ill be there - tower of london
New york! - dont make me laugh
Ive seen photographs - tower of london...
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rainbow People
Gone is the church
Gone the steeple
Tower of Babel fell
Good men did rebel
Hearts' spoke as one
‘Neath moon n' sun;
'We're Rainbow People'
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Last Night I Wrote A Poem In My Visayan Language
it was only for me
visayan lines
flowers i pick
from my own garden
only for me
to see to smell to smash
not for the world
my mumblings
murmurs
of my homegrown
longings
finally, seeing selfishness
having tendrils
and roots in my hands and feet
i deleted it
early in the morning
nipping it in the bud
the eyes of my prison
i open the window
to the language
of the world, so you can see
so you can come inside me
welcome welcome welcome
the tower of babel has fallen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Things Were Born So Simple Please Do Not Complicate Them
eggs white
a hen keeps them warm
with its feathers
and patience
looking at the busy
worms in the garden
the ants as usual
are not arguing with
the grasshoppers
it is a sunny day
and nothing spoils it
with words
except this one
building stanzas
word upon word
like a tower of babel
expect the scattering
of tribes
of thoughts that
cannot get well
along even with
its own same sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Babel
KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.
It rose, till human pride was crushed--
Quick came the unexpected change;
A moment every tone was hushed,
And then again they freely gushed,
But sounded wild and strange.
Loud, quick, and clear, each voice was heard,
Calling for lime, and stone, and wood,
All uttered words--but not one word;
More than the carol of a bird,
Their fellows understood.
Is there no Babel but that one,
The storied tower of other days?--
Where, round the giant pile of stone,
Pausing they stood--their labour done,
To listen in amaze.
Fair springs the tower of hope and fame,
When all our life is fairy land;
Till, scarcely knowing what to blame,
Our fellows cease to feel the same--
We cease to understand.
Then, when they coldly smile to hear
The burning dreams of earlier days;
The rapid fall from hope to fear,
When eyes whose every glance was dear,
Seem changing as they gaze:
Then, when we feel 'twere vain to speak
Of fervent hopes--aspirings high--
Of thoughts for which all words are weak--
Of wild far dreams, wherein we seek
Knowledge of earth and sky:
Of communings with nature's God,
When impulse deep the soul hath moved--
Of tears which sink within the sod,
Where, mingling with the valley clod,
Lies something we have loved:
Then cometh ours;--and better theirs--
Of stranger tongues together brought,
Than that in which we all have shares,
A Babel in a world of cares--
Of feeling and of thought.
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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A Tower Name
The Lord’s name
Power name
A tower name
A strong name
And power-tower name
A strong tower, the name
A safe place, the name
Good in every situation, the name
Has unmatched power, the name
And a place of fortification, the name
When spiritually attacked, to the name run
When the past foibles clouds the mind, to the name run
When disappointed, to the name run
When failure cripples in, to the name run
And when tempted, to the name run
In the name, security
In the name, safety
In the name, peace
In the name, strong power
And in the name, a strong tower
A strong tower, strong refuge
A strong tower, stout defense
A strong tower, powerful protection
A strong tower, shield from the past
And a strong tower, enemy at bay to put
Whatever enemy offensive, call the name
Like Joseph, make a dash to the name
So portable, so wherever, the tower name
A refuge from doubt, selfishness, malice
And a shelter from slenderness, loneliness, envy and the like
So as the devil launches attack
A run to the tower name make
Call upon the power name
Stay in the power-tower
And watch him, sulking away
The Bible assures us: “The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe” (Prov.18: 10, KJV) .
poem by Obed Akuma
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Tower Of Babel
Annabel Lee
Is the name on the label,
Reckon it ought to be
Tower of Babel
,
For there ain't a lingo
That's spoke or swore in
From San Domingo
To Tuti-
cor
-in,
From the Pole or near it
To Pernambuker
But what you'll 'ear it
On board this 'ooker.
And I give you my word, in our port watch
There's English and Irish and Welsh and Scotch,
A Finn, a Swede and a Portuguee,
A Frenchy, a Bim and a heathen Chinee,
And a son of a Dutch, son of a Greek,
Son of a nigger from Martinique.
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Ben Boyd's Tower
Ben Boyd's Tower is watching—
Watching o’er the sea;
Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting
For her and me.
We do not know the day,
We do not know the hour,
But we know that we shall meet
By Ben Boyd’s Tower.
Moonlight peoples Boyd Tower,
Mystic are its walls;
Lightly dance the lovers
In its haunted halls.
Ben Boyd’s Tower is watching—
Watching o’er the foam;
Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting
Till the “Wanderer” comes home.
O! he lay above us—
High above the surf—
Finger-nails and toe-caps
Digging in the turf.
We do not know the day,
We do not know the hour,
But Two and Two shall meet again
By Ben Boyd’s Tower.
There’s an ancient dame in Eden—
Basket on her arm—
And she goes down the Main Street
From the old, old farm.
Hood drawn on her forehead—
Withered dame and grey—
She never looks on Boyd Tower
Out across the Bay.
Bright eyes in the ballroom,
Coquetting with two,
Just for love of mischief,
As a girl will do.
A quarrel in the bar-room—
All within the hour—
And four men rode from Boyd Town
To Ben Boyd’s Tower.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Earth's got a firelit navel
hidden in darkness revealed in the light
spreading wings over the Tower of Babel
torn down in ashes that it may grow
bespoken by silence that it may know
the joys of speech when all sounds reach
the highest point in all the wordles
the joys of speech when all sounds reach
the joints of crosswords over the hurdles
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Thunder In The Tower
Well, the lightning flashed at midnight
And the dogs did howl along
You dont believe it - unless youve seen it
It was the night the thunder broke
There is no more creation
No room for good - no hope
You better cry for salvation - as
The reaper dangled by the rope
A scream for help - the morning after
Theyd equalised the score
And in their minds - theres only laughter
A smile - without a cause
And there was thunder in the tower
As the cat crept out
There was thunder in the tower
Theres no escape - no doubt
Its been the night the birds were silent
And the town was deadly still
A curling lip - an icy grip
n bony fingers that can kill
Assembling in the tower
The payment bloody high
They tried to cheat their final hour
Hes gonna get them eye to eye
Bridge
And there was thunder in the tower
Screaming silence in the air
There was thunder in the tower
Awesome power evrywhere
And there was thunder in the tower
They didnt care its right or wrong
There was thunder in the tower
And the reaper came along
Chorus
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Hos ego versiculos
*
LIKE to the damaske rose you see,
Or like the blossome on the tree,
Or like the daintie flower of May,
Or like the Morning to the day,
Or like the Sunne, or like the shade,
Or like the Gourd which Jonas had;
Even such is man whose thred is spun,
Drawn out and cut, and so is done.
The Rose withers, the blossome blasteth,
The flowre fades, the morning hasteth:
The Sunne sets, the shadow flies,
The Gourd consumes, and man he dies.
Like to the blaze of fond delight;
Or like a morning cleare and bright;
Or like a frost, or like a showre;
Or like the pride of Babel's Tower;
Or like the houre that guides the time;
Or like to beauty in her prime;
Even such is man, whose glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.
Delights vanish; the morne o'ercasteth,
The frost breaks, the shower hasteth;
The Tower falls, the hower spends;
The beauty fades, and man's life ends.
*
poem by Francis Quarles
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Wesak Day Poem
a saffron
shrouded sun
the buddha
deliving us from
the womb of samsara
the buddha, dhama and sangha
wesak day
on the merit sharing table
a thousand light flickers
ego, too little of it
a rat would beat
you to a goal
too much of it
a tower of babel
would rise from
flat ground
a great wall
scaled mountains
to reach moon
angels grew horns
to challenge
God's plans
upsetting
whole creation
a great cauldron
was necessitated
to burn down
down great egos
the buddha helps
temper troubled souls
throwing them
enlightenment seeds
that sprout and bloom profusely
on the eight fold path
welcoming them
to the kingdom of nirvana
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Once Upon A Poem
In the Mad-Poetic world,
Of a lonely Ivory Tower,
Was a Poet never heard,
For it never was his hour.
He had gone and warned the World,
Of impending, danger, power,
But the people kept on dancing,
Just like fools, around his tower.
Poets, Idealists and Lovers,
This old World has never changed,
Poets, stay in Ivory Tower
And pretend you are deranged.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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Old Black Dawning
I hung around
On the planet mabel
She tried to stand
But she was not able
She tried to find the truth
She tried to colonize space
She only had a few
But it was a good race
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning
Im always happy to
Go down to old tucson
After you had your fun
Its time to move on
Ive got a favorite story
About the tower of babel
Some say its true
And some say its a fable
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning
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