I Love Horses: A--Z
A is for... Appaloosa. They have
blankets on their rumps.
B is for...Belgian. They work
hard and can pull up stumps.
C is for...Clydesdale. They're
BIG bays with white fluffy feet.
D is for...Dartmoore, a pony
from the moors--so sweet!
E is for...Egyptian, the finest
horse on desert sand.
F is for...Fresian: Big black War
Horse--a Knight's demand.
G is for...Gypsy Vanner, a rare
beauty like fairy tales.
H is for...Hanoverian. The best
all-round from England hails.
I is for...Irish Tinker. A loyal
horse that's black and white.
J is for...Java Pony. He's
Indonesia's working sprite.
K is for...Knapstrup. He's a
horse full of leopard spots!
L is for...Lipizzaner: Grey
leapers known in the Big Tops!
M is for...Mustang. Wild and
Free--roams America's West.
N is for...Nonius: Big-headed
black and drives the best.
O is for...Oldenburg. Dressage
ribbons just get bigger.
P is for...Palomino. Roy Rogers
named his, Trigger.
Q is for...Quarter Horse,
cowboy's fav'rite! Does
R is for...Racking Horse. His
ride's so smooth it will make
S is for...Spotted Saddle Horse,
Gaited beauty everyone loves.
T is for...Thoroughbred. Racing,
"The Sport of Kings", he does.
U is for...Ukrainian Riding
Horse: Beautiful born after
V is for...Vlaamperd: Flemish
black stallion and true friend.
W is for...White (Albino) Horse.
The Lone Ranger's 'Silver'--of
X is for...Xilingol. He's
Mongolia's riding draft horse.
Y is for...Yonagui, a chestnut
pony from Japan.
Z is for...Zebra: African wild
but tamed by man.
A personal therapist long past
The love of a horse...is the
love... of a Friend.
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013
Now dips in peace the bay
And I must go
Beyond the hills, the luscious fields
Of jasmines purple, and down to where
The starlight gleams below,
And today I watch the lacquered morn
Rise gently till the veils
from peach lilies are drawn.
Around the isles at dusk
Cool and chaste they lie,
While fragrant marigolds heave to sigh.
In a daze, the sun sets on earth's dome
Embossing a virgin orchid white;
Its crown a trail like a bride afloat
On dreamy air that meet the coast
To settle in the vault of gold,
While blossoms fair enrapture my view
Bright as Flora's eyes!
Shadow Hamilton's Your Favourite Old Poem #2
Flora--- Egyptian goddess of flowers
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)
For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe
And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather
Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through
And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years
And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit and beaten from battles better avoided,
Soul tethered to a label, only a title, "King of the Jungle" ,
Fleas and insects of all sorts find haven in his muddy mane
once so puffed and wide like a thunderhead trampling over Tanzania,
I hear him in the twilight, lonely, unsated and undesired,
Paranoid about a life that does not seem to love him,
His heart became a desserted Athens, a broken, rigid column slumped on the earth,
He wanders near the Nile, nearsighted and nervous
As an Egyptian boy of ancient lineage stalks him sensitively
Putting the speartip to his temple saying,
I see your ribs, your broken paws, your futility,
I will now deliver your soul unto the cool night,
The spear is launched with a certain bloodlust
piercing behind the shoulder blade, his heart hollers
with the cry of scarred suprise, the lion stumbles and pants
vanity no allowing blame for lack of vigilance,
the boy trots to the spot, kneels in token reverence
telling him, sip the black puddle of your error, as eyes fold ever shallow,
let me feed you these apples of arrogance
so to quiet your grievence, to sooth your ego before final sight,
there is no shame in being slain by a Pharoah King, old lion,
I shall wear your teeth as a timeless trophy of tragedy,
Emblematical of Pride gone on too long,
may the spirit of Herodetous teach this lesson to a new breed -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014
True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His style was particularly different from the rest.
No gold chains around his neck, but a simple rosary lies on his chest.
Underneath his Sunday best was a solid bullet proof vest.
His pockets had a secret treasure chest.
Steepness with infinite thickness,
But every man has a weakness.
She killed him with kindness.
A righteous lioness,
His royal highness: his positive guidance.
She was the offspring of the titans.
Exceptional of importance to his reputation,
She was his foundation freedom from his everyday discrimination.
A safe haven like a wave equation, her name was Money.
Half black and half Puerto Rican,
Skin complexion of an Egyptian he nicknamed her Isis.
Dipped in gold went perfectly with her skin tone.
She was an overgrown precious stone.
Foreknown Money was working with the federal bureau of investigation.
Deeply in love with a convict but yet victorious triumphant.
Stunting on everyone’s judgments Money is Felony movement.
A step ahead of the government,
Never seeing a seal indictment
Money was his antidepressant.
Felony was her significant participant.
Both of them reaping the enjoyment,
Bonded by each other’s fulfillment,
Seal their delinquent intimate commitment.
In love with a codefendant left them with a Bonnie, and Clyde ending.
Love testimony of Felony and Money
Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2014
Cohabitating with your floral penance,
I slow grind
All metaphorical bets,
Jumping head first
Another solemn wish
To caress my smile
Another didactic breath
For your silky, titanium retinas
To share this potent sway
Rusty handle bars to ride
Upon your caramel sunsets
Sweetened with diabetic urges,
Inject me towards unbridled upbringings,
Etched upon your neck
Of Egyptian cotton awakenings
I do not want to be your tomorrow,
Because that could never be promised
Yet, all we have is today.
Because all we have is today.
All we have is today…
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2014
~ Egyptian Curse ~
~ the swift air above ~
~ heaven drift upon blue sky ~
~ like a Cow Goddess ~
~ (Ammut~Lin~Ra) ~
Copyright © Hathor AmmutLinRa | Year Posted 2010
Bed of water
Meandering in dreams
filled with Egyptian memories
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2007
Hieroglyphs and Holograms
used in old Egyptian times...
through symbols, signs and pictures;
interpreted at a glance
meanings and feelings.
Symbols would stir emotions...
provide factual knowledge.
exist in these modern times;
Used in our digital world...
pictures like smiley faces.
Just like hand signals,
Emojis speak non-verbal
a whole thought in one image
enhances verbal insights.
3-D visions, light induced.
Like feats of magic,
project images not there...
visions that hang in the air.
Where will this tech lead...
like ancient Hieroglyphs
replaced by plain words...
will we reverse the process;
draw 3-D symbols in air...
Language of symbols...
holograms show more than words;
images and signs
expressions of tomorrow...?
Sandra M. Haight
Emoji: digital technology, a small digital picture or pictorial symbol that represents a thing, feeling, concept, etc., used in text messages and other electronic communications and usually part of a standardized set.
Example: She texted me an emoji of “money with wings,” which may mean she’s out shopping.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
Dispatched by Mark Antony to fetch his queen
An Egyptian with beauty of world renown
Five-thousand mighty Roman warriors sailed
Committed to driving Egypt’s army down
Cleopatra was basking on a Nile barge
While the fleet remained offshore waiting for night
‘Neath the cloak of darkness warriors arrived
To surprise defenders and battle incite
Fully armored Roman forces held the edge
Razor-sharp swords pierced Egyptians’ tanned skin
Into the gently flowing Nile, Egyptian blood spilled
The desert soldiers’ garb was softer than tin
When heat rose with dawn’s light on the pyramids
Only a few hundred Egyptian soldiers remained
But they fought with the courage of a thousand more
Determined to protect Cleopatra’s reign
Defenders fought with valor; none sought mercy
Just as victory seemed within Rome’s grasp
A bloody trail to the palace had been carved
But Cleopatra lay dead, bitten by an asp
Noble Antony awaited his army
Rejoicing when the first ship came into view
But they’d waged their fiercest fight futilely
Now they mustered to strength to tell Antony too
Warriors’ hearts were filled with compassion
The sign of a truly devoted band
As they offered support for their ruler’s loss
Antony felt the power of each and every man
*But for the fact that Antony and Cleopatra
were lovers, this poem is entirely fictional.
Antony and Cleopatra actually wed and
Antony moved to Egypt.
Entry for the “Roman Legion” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
Theatre of the Absurd
Like an actor in a theatre of the absurd,
there stepped onto the stage a horrid clown,
an ego-maniac who makes his own staff clap for him
and who fast is bringing a nation down.
With just one month in office he’s done enough
that in another country could get himself kicked out.
Why some applaud him heartily I can’t comprehend!
Of the fact that he’s a liar, there can be no doubt!
A man who screwed so many with his own businesses
is now in charge of US! How can this be?
Admitting that he pays no taxes, yet we have to do it?
He puts the rich above us all. Why can’t people see?
He claims that more than any other president, he’s been
on the cover of Times, and eleven is his number.
Nixon’s number is at fifty-five. Does Donald think
we are in his movie plot I think called Dumb and Dumber?
Tweeting boasts from a phone that’s not even secure.
For higher ratings for “Apprentice” he asks that people pray.
Speaking to a nation about black history month,
he seemed to think Frederick Douglass is alive today!
He tweets how thousands of Syrian refugees
were (by Obama) let inside our nation.
In reality, two-thousand had got in.
His only talent is exaggeration!
He claims that the crowd for his inauguration
was the largest ever. Oh REALLY?
The picture that he tweeted of the big event
was dated the day AFTER actually!
Hanging up on leaders. That’s so presidential.
Calling people names, like Rosie is so fat,
Mexicans are rapists and “some, I assume, are good . . .”
At least he’s just a president and not some diplomat!
He uses words for women, like “a piece of ass.”
I’m appalled women voted for that pig at all.
And the big stupidity that many voted for
is his huge ambition to build a freaking wall.
He thinks Mexico will pay? It will bite us in the butt!
Their tunnels still will run beneath the ground.
Keeping even citizens from returning to their homes
and fighting court decisions. Is this leader even sound?
His tweets concerning terrorists in Paris at the Louvre
turns out it was a MALL named Louvre and some Egyptian guy!
He blames the airports’ chaos, brought on by his ban,
on Delta’s bad computers. Another Trumpy lie.
In some White House position called “public engagement”
he put a foul-mouthed woman from his Apprentice show
Three alumni of Goldman Sacks. That is all we need!
Sara Palin cried cronyism. For once, SHE’s in the know!
The list of his absurdities go on and on and on.
Comedians should be having a heyday!
However, it’s MY country and I feel quite concerned.
Sure wish that crazy clown would go away.
This theatre of the absurd will run indefinitely
until the audience can stand no more.
Stand up and boo, people; throw apples at his head.
His acting sucks; kick his butt out the “stage right” door!
Written Feb. 10, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
About ten years ago in the Valley of the Kings,
a place that holds a wealth of many ancient, precious things,
a group of Egyptologists and others gathered round
a tomb they'd soon be opening. Nobody made a sound.
The eager archaeologists were hoping that, inside,
they'd find the mother of King Tut; this hope would be denied.
An unexpected treasure held them spellbound, for they gazed
at something they'd seen just in drawings; thus, they were amazed.
The tomb held woven laurels made of flowers that had bloomed
in ancient days. Three thousand years ago, they were entombed.
Perhaps they were remains of garland that, along with gold,
Egyptian royals wore for an embellished look so bold.
Some coffins from this area do not hold the remains
of the elite of Egypt. We have learned that some contain
embalming caches to prepare those with prestige and power
for burial, and some hold dried remains of once-sweet flowers.
information from National Geographic News, June 2006
posted February 17, 2016
entered in Brian Strand's Contest 232 (any theme or form, 16-line max) on November 1, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.
If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it
Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs.
It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland
That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain.
*In War of the worlds, H.G.wells’ third eye visualizes
The spaceship, space travel and the life in some planets.
Scientists act as visualizers too by theoretical research
To transform higher realities in limited physical reality.
*Gray in The Razor’s edge experiences that perception
Getting in a trance ending migraine headache forever.
*The novel War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
*The novel The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham
Seventh place win in
Contest: Spirit Eye sponsored by Rick Parishe
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
I am lost in the heart of time and place
Stranded between the present and past
In my view are members of a civilized race
Whose slaves build stone pyramids to last
Hieroglyphics etched to record their history
Writings in symbolic language of inscriptions
In a complex allegorical system of mystery
Claimed to have been created by Egyptians
A hologram I witnessed scared me as a child
How did that blue woman get inside the ball
My imagination escaped and was running wild
In the Haunted Mansion ride she was so small
In three dimensions it was caused by laser light
But as a kid I couldn't have known how it was done
It succeeded in having the effect of causing fright
If I knew how it worked it would've spoiled the fun.
Now there is a hologram that you can actually touch
Using ultrasound waves that are traveling in air tracts.
It's called Ultra Haptics, and in the future will do much
To help with CT scans and dating Egyptian artifacts.
To see a hologram of Cleopatra would be stunning
I wonder if her hieroglyphic writing would give a clue
About the Queen known for her beauty and cunning.
Makes me wonder what else new technology can do.
May 2nd, 2016
Contest hosted by Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016
Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza along the Gaza strip
But the Israeli's being what they are - thought my sales could take a dip
So I thought I would build a set of tunnels starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came & thought my tunnel plans really looked quite neat
So I employed a load of free loading Egyptian labourers - I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with lots of unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
First we built a cafe serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din
It must have kinda of worked because the locals never seem to have heard a thing
It took us over 3 months to reach the bloody Israelis wall of concrete and steel
Damn if the ******s were not waiting for us shouting "Are you lot for flippin’ real”
They sent us back to Gaza with a rocket launcher up everyones flippin’ ass
Saying “You ain't getting in here sunshine’s - not without a flippin’ pass
The Egyptains’ were not very happy - but that's not so unusual for them
If you are thinkin' of employing us to build another tunnel - then you can think again
We all arrived back at the Syed café - just to find it had shut up sharp
Apparently there had been a 100% sale on down at the local supermart
The Egyptians’ all looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust
Suddenly disappeared - they had all absconded outta of here on the local bus
Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe - I watched the rest of Gaza burn
While totting up the juke box to the sounds of “The House of the Rising Sun"
Ahh a Palestinians’ lot is not an easy lot - for that you can be very sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun - they all know the score
Those damn Israelis’ won't be happy till they have us all mowed down like we lice
Then have us all sold off to the West bank pretending that they are selling rice
The guy from Hamas reappeared saying "Those tunnel plans really looked quite neat”
Here is 10 thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
Well a Palestinians’ lot is not a happy lot - but he just will not be beat
So I opened a local vendor stall - just down at the bottom of my street
Selling thousands of unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off rotten kosher meat
Thinking of the days when the guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans really looked quite neat
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
I was moving way too fast for you,
it took me a little while to realize
you had reached your plateau.
My sights were on the infinite universe,
but yours was always without goal or prize,
our love became a coffin and you were a hearse.
We once made love under the stars and the
Milky Way was reflected in your pale green eyes,
you failed to comprehend the majesty of infinity,
and sulked about the wet grass and humidity.
We sailed along the Nile to wonder at ancient
temples and walk like an Egyptian in the
Sahara Desert, "Could have read about this place
in a book", you did frustratingly assert.
I rhapsodized about the beginning of deep time to when
mankind will be superseded and obsolete, yet your passion
was for a silly T.V show called Coronation Street.
I felt my zest for learning and life slowly evaporating from
my blood and bones as I watched you eat your daily
4 PM butter and scones.
I was slowly becoming asphyxiated by your insipid routine,
your life ruled by the clock and nothing shall come between.
Those months slowly turned into dreary years and I was resigned
to a death by boredom, I prayed to the Grim Reaper,
I was slowly dying of ennui and you were insouciant and blind,
my penchants for discovery were locked away and you
became the doorkeeper.
The fire in my belly was merely a dying ember gasping for air,
I stumbled upon a provocative and tempting fate who was
beyond compare, secretly charming me to end this nightmare.
Patiently, I plotted my escape from your castle of lackluster
dreams and its moat of banality, over those humdrum hills
to a land overseas and renewed vigor and vitality.
Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016
You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more.
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re, and got heaven, too.
That should have done it: got creative, worked, achieved,
partnered, advanced… merited a little reputation even.
But some revisionist considering the Egyptian myth
merely an approximation of happiness, and therefore
out of character, went with a more ambitious agenda
(Give me more!) and altered the script. Red lined and marginally
questioned for review, it seemed to call to me.
Beckoned for attention. Not one to settle for mediocrity,
I took on the challenge, of a vastly improved edition –
sought standing… and slipped.
Guess I misinterpreted the signs, didn’t understand that the
surface itch might have been only for another version of me.
A newer skin would feel so much more gratifying
than contracting myself around some same-species body.
It was and remains within me a discomfort in my being
a slow rise to the surface of squirm, a need to slither
from the source. Uncomfortable. Annoyed with the lack of
consultation, nothing I would have ever turned
down or dismissed – I just wish I had been in the loop.
She has separated from me already.
My leaving the scene would only be
the physical manifestation, like the itch,
a physical manifestation of discomfort
tangible to the one who feels it.
But, you can’t feel it, can you?
On the surface it appears calm,
but my skin burns for wanting, an escape.
Can you shed your own skin?
I slinked up with it at all because of the promise of youth sleeping
soundly in the garden, with no itch to complain of. No reason.
Still she will leave slivering down her own trail
then even a new skin wouldn’t hide the tells of an old mind:
a new wrinkle in the scenario.
I’m getting old, the casing’s flaking off,
and I’m just itching to get out of here.
So what’s with the ironic punishment?
God, He just evolved me from my fingers!
What a card, dealt summarily;
destined to tingle and unable to scratch.
You’ve been dismissed. So, let us give thanks to god. (Amen?)
How’d you like to be in the serpent’s shoes?
Just some extra muscles running down a semblance of a spine,
Perhaps it’s evil to hold out apples like promises. (Give me more!)
Built to entice. Destined to disappoint.
If there’s one thing to be said in my own defense: I am flexible.
Copyright © Irene Hammer-McLaughlin | Year Posted 2009
Love, you have always been the guiding force
Truly outstanding, painting colors
Your amazing beauty dazzling in every way, with your light
Words draw sweetly, one goddess rising out, from deep sands
Silently, Egyptian queens whisper in the winds
Lifting tunes, sweetly sings a loving song
What Cleopatra was to Mark Anthony
Forever, love beyond kingdoms
Always breathing, their whispers until eternity
Looking upon a gift in you love
Drinking from the chalice, cup of everlasting beauty
Blossoming one golden, crowning treasure
Petals divine, soft, regal
Within your voice, chant sweet music of an angel
Kissing inside, happiness begins glowing
In a state of your grace
Joy beaming, pearly-white smiles
Touching your rays warmly
Within an abundance of sunshine
Opening up this heart and soul
Wishing in love’s purity
That I could travel back in time
Loving, getting to know you
Falling asleep, deeply, warmly, in the night
Holding our dreams, loving you
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
Your mysticism captivates my world today
Covered in gold and ruins
We try to decode
What you left behind for us so long
Its been five thousand years
And we still feel so lost without you
Let your sun god Ra
Show us the path you took
The pyramids were the keys to your afterlives
Show us how to live our lives
I live in a world covered in blame
With people constantly finding someone else to blame
No boy king in Tut in our day
No Cleopatra ruling any day
Just a lot of villains called politicians
Oh great Egyptian Pharaohs
Show us how you brought prosperity and peace
To your once unstable land
Copyright © Jorge Toro | Year Posted 2011
This cat of mine
This particular cat
Others some have it
People too but lack the simplicity
The Sphinx comes to mind
Ages trail back of those eyes
Flashing eyes from the recesses some primordial cave
Totality of sensation cannot be described
It is a feeling old as creation
A softness inside “Big Bang!”
Its energy fills all space
With those ultra-microscopic specks (clearly invisible)
Which ultimately must come back together
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2012
Ah, the rustic charm of our old uncovered bridges
built in a century not quite on the verge of major industrialization -
back in a time when connections were vital
for fledgling communities just starting to survive and later, to thrive.
They spanned an entire era with a semblance
of simplicity and romance, providing shelter
in a world still moving slowly yet steadily toward progress.
It was not long before they’d be left behind.
Today we travel across vast expanses of bridges – uncovered ones
from which the world we view flies past us
through the windows of speeding automobiles
and virtually from screens of phones and computers.
No longer are we isolated from the world.
Today’s bridges span global communities
in a society where everyone on the planet is privy
to almost everything happening everywhere!
Today’s bridges, forged of steel, are longer and stronger.
We take them for granted, feeling secure in our convenient technologies
as we communicate and travel at faster rates
than ever dreamed possible two centuries ago.
Alas, once the last remnants of such things as
old-fashioned covered wooden bridges are obliterated,
they will be as ancient Egyptian artifacts viewed on Google
with less and less interest shown by each new generation, and
the yet unborn poets of tomorrow will one day write with nostalgia
of today’s uncovered bridges of steel.
Aug. 27, 2017 for the "Covered Bridges" Contest of Craig Cornish
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
An Egyptian Queen
As I Fall asleep within this hour
To slowly leave this realm
I see my mother with serenity and great power
She is calm and ready to take the helm
Like queen Nefertiti, she sits upon a high throne of golden wood
It seems as if she has crossed over into another life
She has a high crown upon her head and is not misunderstood
Here at last; there is peace, love, happiness and no strife
I stare intently at her face
She looks ageless, beautiful and humble
And I feel that she belongs in this place
As she speaks to me, without even a murmur or a mumble.
Now i know that she is perfectly alright
And I hope that she is in seventh Heaven
Because she has fought the good fight
And must be in another dimension as she moves towards the number eleven
The message she tries to send me
I hear without her voice
She tells me to go on living, stop being sad and be free
And that I must remember, I have a choice
The path that I must take is very clear
For she has gone home to be with the father and the Father
And can no longer live in this dimension down here
So she says goodbye and fades away, my mother.
William Morrissey 2/24/07
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2012
I am Anath, the warrior goddess
With rippling sand and sinuating curves
Not a lady, but a woman lawless
No merciful but set to test your nerves
My lips are dry, can’t cry so always starve
If ready, I bloom in the dark of night
Come into me at sunset without fright
Stand with me and feel my serenity
Look out with me, feel how my depth incite
Will show secret spots of eternity.
* Anath is the name of a warrior goddess in Egyptian Mythology married to Seth, the God of Deserts and Storms.*
September 16, 2014
Form : Dizain ( AB AB BC CD CD-Ten Lines)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: In the desert by nette onclaud
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
And she told him that she would love him
like no other woman ever will.
The accented sensuality to complete his sentences,
was her proclamation.
The Egyptian cotton blanketing her natural breasts,
sliding up his arms
as she wakes him for morning consummation;
She told him that she craves him
beyond physical crux.
He was her equilibrium;
A key to Pandora’s shattered box.
Its fragmented sins,
now synchronous with redemption’s awakening.
Even after all these years…
Yet her heart
by hermetically sealed contention.
She told him
that she would love him
more than any other.
More than any other…
…like no other…
More than any other…
strokes the pride
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011