Archaeologists Poems

Anywhere But Here

Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.

We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.

Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.

Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.

Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.

Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.

Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.

This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.

A Fossil of Truth

Dinosaur has been long forgotten
And so the truth
They are all hidden in the fossils
Of the olden days
Away from this century
Archaeologists come up with fossils
But deep hidden truth still not found
So wars, chaos, racism, terrorism, Hegemony, corruptions and epidemics 
Continue to burst out 
Truth found with the the meditation of philosopher
Is always without acknowledgement of mankind 
A fossil of truth is never found 
In the present world
And so the truth will continue to become 
A fossil of the next generation

Unnoticed

Unnoticed 

Reading the papers and seeing the news on TV
the festive season has begun, like an eager blue tractor
little time for those caught up in wars;
We will remember them at the dinner table.
A woman received 8 million dollars in a divorce settlement
she had had aromatherapy worthy of a queen.
New knee caps worthy of Nefertiti’s found in the sand.
The divorcee can afford her hip bones if ever found,
according to the newspapers who live on rumours.
Archaeologists are looking for the ancient queens’ pubic hairs,
Now, that deserves big headlines.

Elder Interest

Some archaeologists like to
date older women.










Thanks Ogden
7 words

Couple's Nuclear War

Every now and again we go nuclear
Two archaeologists dusting off the past
Hurting with words as sharp as swords
It’s all over for twenty-minutes, dead.
Then the air clears and red mist departs
You smile at me and I laugh with you

My head's on your legs, hand in my hair
I’m insecure, pained, afraid, a baby
For a month or more, we understand
Not a cross word, a team, united together
Then pressure of our closeness, routine
Another nuclear clash no-holes barred, war

The peaks so sweet and troughs excruciate
Harmony reigns we are king and queen
Inseparable, colossal, two towers of strength
Me by your side and you by mine forever
Both stubborn as mules, immovable frown
Digging our heals in, pawing the ground

Me Aquarius, you Taurus, death, not surrender
You’re the adversary, you’re love, you’re friend
Can’t live without you, won’t live without you
Afraid of losing you, afraid of keeping you
You’ll never control me, I’ll never rule you
Christ, it’s all quiet now on the western front!

David Cox 04/09/20

Tutankhamen

Tutankhamen’s demise;
unfortunate boy king, all too soon cut down;
before adulthood.
His spirit echoes one last cry throughout eternity.
Akhenaton’s son, bred for the throne of Egypt, 
leaves a legacy short, but never forgotten.

Lapis lazuli and gold death mask; 
preserved for all time.
A precious reminder of Egypt’s, 
throne-child; now perused by modern eyes.

No one’s grave should be robbed,
for treasure, to be gawked at; put it back!  
Children deserve respect, too.
There is enough gold and gems, 
in the ground, to mine for everyone.

Grave robbing, is theft; 
even when done by archaeologists.  
Stealing from a dead child’s tomb, 
is about as, low as theft gets.
Research, in no way, justifies this abominable act.

Respect is only earned, by the giving, of same.
The past, has passed; leave it be and forge a new beginning.  
That’s how it’s supposed to be.

Tut’s afterlife should have the respect.
that he was robbed of, in mortal life.

The Great Lakes Ace

Above, a few feet,
From the gallery
Archaeologists spotted the empty space
Larger than the cross off M-68 by about 3 times
But they aren't the only ones exploring a void
Ancient like the pyramids is empty in the chest of the boys
Digging up the artifacts of time
Hidden in your lines
That I write
And when we collide
It's like a land mine
Hid in the jungle near a pyramid where
Built between rivers
2 shrines to weary livers and lovers
Whether its desert or monsoon weather,
When it's winter
You will be there
Somewhere in the hardware store
Picking out the tools you need
To dig more deeply
In the spaces left between
Or to mend that stupid leak

Our Own Age of Reptiles

(our own) age of reptiles

I remember
it was mainly in the Cretaceous period 
of our own age of reptiles
soon to be doomed
by the great collision

we made plans
and thought about things
and things
and so many nice things to do
but they went extinct too soon
lost and not-to-be found again

some of them, though
are being uncovered
from time to time
by the archaeologists of our back door minds
but the only place for them
is the memory museum
where’s always just dust and silence
as we both secretly know

Creatures of the Flame

Creatures Of The Flame


Fierce friend or foe...earth element of fire;
In many ways advanced our humankind.
Relentless when unchecked, a beast so dire,
Engulfs and smothers, leaving ash behind.

Fire shaped the path for humans to progress:
provided them with warmth and light at night;
by chance, found cooking meat gave tenderness,
so eating more increased brain power's might.

The flames of fire kept beasts of prey at bay,
so humans slept in caves instead of trees.
Less vigor used to chew and climb paved way
to think, invent, develop skills with ease.

The gift of fire revamped the human game
when we became earth "creatures of the flame."
 

Sandra M. Haight

~6th Place~
Contest: Elements Part 4: Fire
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/03/2016

Reference: Discover Magazine: Archaeologists Find Earliest Evidence of Humans Cooking With Fire: "The altered anatomy of H. Erectus, Wrangham wrote, indicates that these beings, like us, were creatures of flame."

Different Time Different Places

Different worlds and different races

Sometime many years ago, a catastrophe began
wiping out most civilized, the ones that we call man
Cities were abandoned, inhabitants left the earth
trying hard to save their clans and start a new rebirth

Thousands not so fortunate, the earth had sealed their fate
no where to go, no where to hide, for them it was to late
The cities they abandoned, were marvels of their time
would be unearthed ten thousand past, when earth is in its prime

Scientists, archaeologists, and amateurs combined
all try their best to understand, from what was left behind
Carbon dating, "guesstimates" they still do not agree
that different life from other worlds began externally

They'd been here twenty thousand years as visitors now gone
an oasis, island, resting place for journeys very long
Something happened this we know, they left before we came
the lifetimes did not overlap, we never knew their name

We all grow up enchanted by the stories people tell
does that mean that tunnel vision is alive and well?
Some speculate our ancestors, migrated near and far
and maybe they just could have lived, beyond a distant star?.....

Circle of Light

I smile or frown from joy or pain
Sometimes,the light of love won't dim
My features become beacon itself
And simmered aches my mind won't swell.

But shell and veil of us we see,
Time finds its way with you and me
Archaeologists won't wonder why we die
In circle of light, the pupil is yet alive.

Life is mostly tender light right now
And when midnight comes, I'll know
that, that, too, shall surely pass
Winter, spring, summer, fall is earth's compass.

The weak finds quietude in humility
The strong faces scent of reality
The wise claims compassion for humanity;

Ancient views, and you, your inner eyes will find
Sometimes, melancholy seeps from pores of mine
But I'll smile with delight, though eyes do sigh
For One Unconcealed Light are yours and mine.

*
(c), September 20, 2015)

The Archaeologists Wife

THE ARCHAEOLOGIST’S WIFE
Sorry I cannot say her name, you all know her well
She was my brother’s wife at the Kimmerdale
My brother was an archaeologist
He found a pot in Egypt
In Tutankhamen’s chamber
Believe me it was made of amber.

And my brother’s wife, Karen
Her dad came from Ely Arden
Mom from Billy Budd
Brother Tim from Barracks quad
They all are family Barracuda
They pounced on the pot
Sadly, it smelled the rot
In September, 2004
I was on India tour.


What did my brother do?
He crewed on a ship
Crossed the Mediterranean 
And reached Egypt
Met Mr. Hippit
A biologist by profession
After close inspection
He found a predator
Inside the amber
His wife Karen Barracuda Pamber

I heard the story on coming back from India
I gave my brother a Cashmere shawl given by Mr. Scindia 
You all know in the year 2013
He married the daughter of Cruise Martin
Sorry, I cannot say her name you know her well
She was from the family of Rapunzel
Her eyes were amber
Elizabeth Rapunzel Pamber.


Copyright: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
7th November,2014

Old Bones

Old
bones are
a big thrill;
exploring them,
archaeologists
gather knowledge
that can be
a great
help.

Dinosaurs Remains

Dinosaurs Remains

Dinosaurs drink history through straws
Chiseled out rocks and stones through time
Ubiquitous to the past and future
In the good old days before the comets came
They played dinosaurs games of war
Dreamed of making hot dogs and burgers from human remains
And drinking goo through elongated tubes
In the far far future, on special dinosaur holidays  
Anthropologically speaking; we are just another meal
Archaeologists dig the truth, through flying dust with brushes
With fine and tiny tools they pick away the layers
Uncover bones born to die 
They etch them out as prizes
Rocks wait their turn to bury us, to be discovered later
Some explorer will unearth humans in the distant future
To find out who and what we were
Uncover what the bones might tell them
Shape our remains into dice
Toss them on the ground with magic 
Divine that human, an ancient alien species, once lived in cities 
And drank through straws  
That’s about all

Last Kiss In Pompeii

Mount Vesuvius erupts in anger
warm air like butterfly wings
flashes against our cheeks
I hold you my final light...

We stand on the edge of the sea
a galaxy of smoke and soot
swirls around us...

My love I wish
I had wings to carry us
all I have is my shoulder
for you to lean on...

Let us press our lips together
in these final moments
perhaps in the future
archaeologists will find us

As lovers preserved in ash...
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