Shadows Of Doom

Shadows Of Doom

A Poem by Sami Khalil
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Foretelling a doomed world.

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Shadows Of Doom/By Sami Khalil

Foretelling of a doomed world

Now with bliss of ancient dominions briefly remembered

Uncertain as lamentations of child’s shipwrecked words

Oh, Chroniclers of sonorous bombast and feeble blithe

The sun shan’t see her lofty tabernacle above dusty herds.

 

Time and time again in dwindling of peace witnessed coarse

Where foredoomed spires and domes grieve the fall of lords

No brides to marvel, no bridles of incendiary evil to scythe

While lilting, winds turn dusty fields across the spindrift wards.

 

An overgrown child at heart found to breathe a bit morbid

Where shadows of doom can trace their lost fellows’ sherds

With fits of spells no heartless one can endure the writhe

Bodies lain on darker days to girded vultures and rumpus birds.





© 2016 Sami Khalil



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There are so many foul smelling shoes under beautiful feets, and still we wearing those shoes, so it generates natural disasters, wars, tensions around the globe. We decorate humanity with zero tolerance, over dominance, arrogance, insensitivity, ignorance and knowledge deficit, we planning to raise our grandchildren in this circumstances created by us. who to blame and who will solve and who will lead. A very thought provoking writing

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Always the poet!
We are doomed, our failure to learn has sealed our fate.

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There are no real winners, there never are.

Perhaps we are doomed as a species and perhaps we deserve to be, given the chaos we have created from what was once the perfect order of nature.

I remain vexed at how we can create such beauty in the shape of our art, yet be so destructive.

Beccy.

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People do not consider the consequences of war. It's about who thinks they are right/wrong and who wants things their way...and if they can't get their way then they will ruin everything so that no one wins. Things will be sorted out when the smoke clears - if there is anything left. Legacy of a sad, fallen world and inability of people to reason.

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on both land and sea (reminded here of Pearl Harbor during the first part of the poem, then the battlefields as the poem progresses) maybe reason maybe logic to why we engage in wars...but is the devastation worth it? what is left and who is left?

i'm not sure...all i know is i envy your writing---and as E. says your vocabulary is amazing...and your images just fly off the page.

j.

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wow! the font blasted me right in the face ...getting back on my stool so i can read the poem ;) "sonorous bombast" and "feeble blithe" .. this is why i have to be sure to visit your pages Sami .. your language is enviable to me .. i am sad to say i think this rings true ..the passing of all things is a foregone conclusion ..covering our eyes with the words of "...Chroniclers of sonorous bombast" is surely lying to ones' self .. and unhealthy .. its hard to grasp the universal design of "the end" but we can deal with our own deaths more easily .. and actually they mean the same thing ;) .. i think your closing line is just killer (if i may use the term;)
E.

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You have certainly captured the essence of impending doom with this write.

Very well worded and with divine imagery.
Excellent work!

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Don't take this wrongly Sami but (to me anyway) an RR from you is like being invited for tea at No.10 Downing Street. So before I read - thank you!!

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Well that sent chills right through me. I hope you aren't channeling Mother Shipton or Saint Malachy or our old friend Nostradamus. I live in a town that has a Royal Navy dockyard less than 3 miles away and we are a well-known target for Russian nukes in the first strike which is the way I'd want to go.
I'll just climb up on my roof with a few beverages and watch the fireworks before dissolving into nothingness.
What is your strategy Sami?


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Looks like we are heading towards are doom very quickly.
You have captured the "gloom" in beautiful words.

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Dark, ravishing, chilling tale of fantastic imagery, the end of the world. Another Strong, powerful, 10,000 volts Sami deliverance from the poetry throne!

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