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Howard Carter's Expedition Revised Edition

I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
we went to the field, the sun baking us chaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we searched every clue, and were bitten perhaps
by a million flies. Getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
'To exhume the past, we are here at last.'

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Samson and Delilah

Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
The hypnotism of my succulent breasts, and the soothing soft feel of
my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You really do have the strength of a God, but even a God is subject to
the mind blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me by submitting
to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated wedlock which you very 
much desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your honey gate. How could I
ever resist thee Delilah? Certainly at your behest, I bequeath my awesome and 
divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands, and see that
there never was nor can ever be, a warm resting place for your wearied head like
these lovely hands of mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.

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I Long For a Pauper's Grave

When I depart from the realm of the terrestrial
for the splendour of the celestial,
do not bury my remains in the valley of the kings,
for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings.
I detest sharing the glory of the blue bloods with them in death,
but I would like my moulded clay buried in the worm infested 
earth,
where it would nourish both worm and field,
and help moisture revive mother earth's withered yield.

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Napoleon Bonaparte

Corsica born, and an emperor mighty indeed.
Who from obscurity came up to prominence,
who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled,
who had at his disposal, Europe's resources,
who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled.
Of old Italian nobility he was seed.
Shortish in height, yet towering in ambition.
Military genius of the highest distinction
whose military strategy is second to none save
Alexander. Whose courage is held in reverence,
whose cradle at infancy was kept in a cave
from strong invading imperialist French forces.
He gave up an empire so vast at Waterloo;
A threat to the memories of his victories past.

Mighty Napoleon, who at Austerlitz excelled,
you did on the beautiful older Josephine cast
your loving eyes, which were hypnotized with passion,
yet focused still on so lofty an ambition.
Not even your love for her would rival your love
for world conquest, for which you assiduously strove.

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The Television

What manner of innovation so ingenious;
electronic box made to serve our audio-visual
demands.
This square-shaped screen that comes to life
by just a switch,
reduces the size of the globe in
every living room.
And entertains its audience every length of
time they please.
What comedy so laughable,
what obscenity so carnally delightful,
and what gory tales so horrific
can this magical innovation not willingly render?
Still it relives the eventful past
for generations unborn.

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Melissa Campbell

On the Rockies,
on the Kilimanjaro,
on the Himalayas,
and even on the
Everest.
Sojourn wherever
you please,
my desperation 
will surely
find you.

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Nigeria My Motherland

Nigeria our great and beloved motherland,
where multitudes of tribes unitedly stand.
Our land of hope by two rivers divided,
with lush vegetation by nature provided.

Nigeria our home of people resilient.
A land of great icons in works diligent.
We hail thee our great and revered black nation,
our land of human dignity and redemption.

God arise and take your place as sovereign Lord.
Enthrone Thyself in Nigeria's seat of power.
Make her edicts and laws Thy eternal word.
Let justice prevail in her courts by the hour.

Our flag will peace and industry symbolize,
whilst our history will always immortalize
the deeds and sacrifices of our heroes past.
Help us Lord to serve our beloved land with zest.

Nigeria the blessed will pervasive peace know,
even when the threats of tumults seem to flow.
Her crops and yields will neighbouring countries nourish,
from her fields that inexhaustibly flourish.

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The Proud Peacock

I am the Peacock,
the beautiful bride
of the bird kingdom.
I am in no doubt
fairer than the cock,
for I dwarf its pride
with feathers that stand-out.
I am the Peacock
who desires serfdom
from the bird kingdom,
for I long to usurp
the title of king
from the strong Eagle
who soars atop
with its air-borne wings.
Though fit as fiddle
with an awesome strength,
gliding the sky's length
at a blistering pace,
yet dreaded for a face
that is void of grace.
I am the Peacock;
the elegantly clad.
Humans would be mad
to contend with me,
for shame you would see
if unclad they be.

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Napoleon's Nostalgia

Corsica, oh my Corsica.
Corsica of a thousand charms,
Corsica of whose fragrance
I can distinguish from France.
I delight in your coat of arms
with an image the replica
of an emancipated man.
You were my childhood paradise.
In your gardens I played and ran.
Your shores inspired delightful tales
of a land fortified by whales.
Oh! Corsica, my Corsica
I long to inhabit your shores
to flee Hudson's punitive laws.
There never was a land so dear
as this idyllic island rare.
France did value thee at a price
and Genoa prospered from thy sale.
Corsica, oh my Corsica,
shall I ever see thee again?
or will my longing be in vain?
Oh! how I love thee Corsica!
heal my protracted home sickness
like a tender loving mistress.

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Tese Meets Rosemary

It was indeed orchestrated by providence,
for two hypnotized by love on social media.
It was indeed the innovation of the times
that united two once unbeknownst to each other.
Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance.
A French kiss across the Niger, strengthened further
by an age of digital encyclopaedia.
Behold, love is in the air as the church bell chimes
for two reaping from the gains of a smaller globe,
set to find themselves inextricably in a robe.
Lovers set to make a vow with a covenant kiss,
guaranteed to grant them both a wedlock of bliss. 
Tese and Rosemary in their world of ambience.