Best Amon Poems
Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory,
is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story
about a cow and a spoon; singing a lyrical song.
"Wondrous Moon," said I, "lamp unto this night,
may your lustrous path stay vigilant and not stray."
In comply, I saw strung on high, myriads of bright,
luminous stars, glinting down on a fishing quay.
Moonlight plays on lily pads, afloat on Amon Bay,
shining on croaking bullfrogs, just having fun,
bathing in nocturnal frolic until faint spark of day,
flirting with saucy winks and adding, "Hiya, Sun."
As morning draws nigh; moonlight slowly dims.
Luna will crown Sol at horizon's cusp of dawn.
Baronial is his warmth, but now my vision swims.
I'm drowning in a whirlpool, trying not to yawn.
Mystical moon will glow tonight with vivid pomp.
Again, donning a corona, flowing in auras of light.
As sunlight lulls, worn out from his daily romp,
I'll waltz in moonlight, among dazzling stars tonight.
July 16th, 2020
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Luxor, oh Kharmack
Temples to Amon, Amon Ra
Pharaohs in sacred reverence
For both gods lifted
Along the majestic Nile
Through Upper Egypt
What an elite ... to stand quiet
There, on the Kings valley
At Tuntakamon progeny´s way
The Palace of Hatshepsut
In the Valley of the Queens
Majestic Horus and by Felucca
The Mausoleum of Agha Khan
Obelisk, still unfinished
And the pristine temple Philae
From Edfu to Aswan ...
The High Dam to retain
The nonalignment of Lake Nasser waters
The graffiti art, portraying the long story
Of the lives of all the Pharaohs
And the temples of Sobek, Horus and Khnum
In Kom Ombo
Fascinate the eyes of anyone
Ankh Amon - Ra
Morning to the gateway of the sun
Set between lantern sea skies
The magic of those Egyptian eyes
Their incantation has begun
Turning worlds of one
Washes through my mind
Azure beaches in the cloud
Focus zenith hidden in the line
Where night has drawn her time
By the sanctum of the free
Ancient memories
Settle with antediluvian leaves
Pages in their wings
Roll through centuries
Turning worlds of one
Waves mystic in my mind
Azure beaches in the skies
And the keening Earth resounds
Draws their message to the ground
The flights are on their way
Silken veils where lovers pray
Temple pillars shafting from the shade
Tuning worlds of one
Their incantation has begun
Sonic oscillation in my mind
Azure beaches in the sky
Sustaining the passage in the lines
Where night once drew her time
Their flight is on its way
When quiet lovers pray
Shaping temples through the clouds
Dancing constellations to the ground
Between the sun skies sea
The inner sanctum of the free
Turning worlds of one
This incantation has begun
Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
'Twas my decision to depart,
Delude myself I can't.
No flagrant town or cedar horse,
Scourged at heels to hasten.
No burnished son of Amon-Ra,
Embossed his seal upon my cheek.
Chased through channels I was not,
Beneath the Sea I went.
Prospect, guiling motivation,
Subtle was thy goading stick.
Naive were my intentions,
Quixotic thoughts of mastery.
If will could spur this planet back,
Would I my own extend?
The answer is uncertain,
for time we cannot bend.
A lover's mouth, firmly closed,
'Tis like the verdant grass I miss,
Or long dead friend, I'll never hug,
Amnesic our companionship.
Mortal lustre loses shine,
Flesh depleted by and by.
Revoked is our replenishment,
But landscape shall endure.
Though many shades of green exist,
Only one I yearn to view.
Others are the same as mist,
Compared to thee my homely hue.
I’m watching a movie about Oskar Schindler
Who I assumed was just another profligate swindler
A hedonistic man if ever there was one
Great in business but involved with despicable scum
Self serving, self righteous, and all so shiny
Making deals with the Nazi and Stasi so slimy
Both parties would party in plentiful prosperity
Whilst Jews lives were extinguished in eternal enmity
It seems Oskar Schindler was a complicated man
His conscience saw him device a Machiavellian plan
And thus Amon Goth was recruited unwittingly
Oh how the irony fits so felicitously
Goth was a monster in a Nazi uniform
For millions of Jews all hope was forlorn
Ferocious with a rifle fired from high above
Killing contemptible Jews was his only true love
Schindler’s right hand man was a clever little Jew
Itzhak Stern the accountant held it all together like glue
Money man, manipulator,
prisoner, humanitarian
Obviously a deadly threat to the almighty Aryan
Together they devised a devious List
Removing Jews from amongst Amon Goths midst
1000s were deemed necessary for Oskar’s labour
Released with a bribe or the promise of a favour
Escaping certain death at the concentration camp
Because their papers were mercifuly marked with a stamp
Unlike the 6,000,000 other lost Jewish souls
Discarded like trash enmasse in unmarked holes
These men, woman and children led purposeful lives
Their progeny proceeding, propagating to thrive
Greatness was not what Oskar Schindler had attempted
He could not save ONE more, on that he lamented
History must never be allowed to repeat
There may be no other man that achieves such a feat
Profligate, purger with a preservation plan
In Oskar Schindler lies the duality of man
MONALISA AND LEONARDO
Superb painting priceless piece.
MISS and MASTER combines.
Mystic majestic smile
Fantastic wonderful profile.
Monalisa in feminine charm
displays also masculine spectrum.
Precise person as Leonardo to believe
on dual exhibit of Adam-Eve
portraying one personality
as Goddess of fertility,
ISIS on pictograph: LISA: : Love God AMON
Ideal unison MONALISA. Well known.
Leonardo born Handsome with high Talent
The Great Polymath Mathematician Architect
Zoologist Botanist Technologist Perfect
Sketch- expert Helicopter Designer
Passionate Poet Peerless Painter
Skillful Meteorologist, Robotics Engineer
Masculine Manly with feminine character
'Drawing Sketches': Quantum Quality
Top Personality.
Renaissance Man of Century.
01/19/17
Third Place
'Podium Placing Promise (5) Contest by Brian Strand
Monsters lurk in
Open fields.
Neo demons,
Subhuman lifeforms,
Agents of Amon roam the earth.
Near me they come.
Test me they do.
Oppress me..however..never..they will.
We share a drink to diminish woe
Gazing eyes at midnight hour
Reluctant towards friend and foe
My heart and soul, you will devour
Memories so far and gone
No remedy for my pain
I gasp out for the great Amon
Ignorant to cataclysmic rain
O! what beauty your throe it be
Beauty unseen by all
Collapsing lungs foreseen by he
The tyrants final fall
Anguish once decorate my palette
Regret overcomes my mind
Soon to transcend, slowly forget
No longer torn by your bind
The suns luminescence dies with haste
New day once more forgotten
Left alone with your sickly taste
Our "love" now sickly putrid and rotten
Forgotten eyes I knew so well
The world seems to have died to us
Too far gone for me to tell
The final bearing of emptiness thus
Dying senses accept bereavement
Growing further and further away
Your flesh was once heaven sent
Your eyes fixed to mine, slowly decay
God's sweeping judgement will come
on those that have turned back
from following the Lord God
for refusing to go down God's track
God issued various declarations of I wills
showing His authority over HIs creation
the hand of God will strike down idolatry
hating this sin through every nation
What are the consequences of life?
life without God and all His grace
the folly of man takes them off track
God's wisdom rejected as man hides his face
Swept away by God in judgement
for turning back from Him to follow
mankind seeks not after God at all
having little faith being so hollow
The good news is you can escape
obey the Lord and receive His son
go His way follow His every step
then your future's safe forever won
( "The word of the Lord that came to Zephaniah the son of Cushi, son of Gedaliah, son of Amariah, son of Hezekiah, in the days of Josiah the son of Amon, king of Judah.
“I will utterly sweep away everything
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will sweep away man and beast;
I will sweep away the birds of the heavens
and the fish of the sea,
and the rubble with the wicked.
I will cut off mankind
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will stretch out my hand against Judah
and against all the inhabitants of Jerusalem;
and I will cut off from this place the remnant of Baal
and the name of the idolatrous priests along with the priests,
those who bow down on the roofs
to the host of the heavens,
those who bow down and swear to the Lord
and yet swear by Milcom,
those who have turned back from following the Lord,
who do not seek the Lord or inquire of him.”)
Zephaniah 1: 1-6 (ESV)
I looked through all my words
and oh, how absurd
I couldn't find a single one
about Summertime!
The time of Amon and Ai is coming you know,
even though I have mixed feelings
about skin peelings
and heat to take a breath away.
Summertime is for children
to splash and run in bare feet.
In the fall/winter of my life
I creak about in bones
that welcome warmth but not heat.
Horae turns the seasons
(without my permission)
while in Spring I long to stay,
so I wait in awe of the god's decision
to roast me come what may.
For John Heck's Summertime Contest
Sarcophagus lay in the ditch
the wagon had lost its hitch
dearest mummy was gone
breath renewed by Amon
she befell the wanderer’s itch
Tonight, the mystical moon languidly drifts in pallid glory
while holding night court, clad in a golden silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing the stars with a story
about a jumping cow and a spoon; singing a lyrical song.
"Wondrous moon," said I," aureate lamp unto this night,
may your lustrous pathway stay vigilant and never stray."
From celestial height I saw zooming by, myriads of bright,
fiery crimson comet tails, flying over a quiet fishing quay.
Then, moonlight played on lily pads, afloat on Amon Bay,
illuminating croaking frogs, ribbiting and leaping in fun.
They bathed in nocturnal frolic until the faint spark of day
flirted with saucy winks as if to say, "Good morning, Sun."
As morning drew nigh; moonlight sighed and began to dim.
Luna removed her halo to crown Sol at the cusping of dawn.
Baronial were his warming fingers, but now my vision swims,
blurry-eyed, I'm drowning in a whirlpool, trying not to yawn.
The mystical moon will glow again tonight with vivid pomp.
Once more donning her corona, she'll glow in auras of light.
And as sunlight lulls, dulled from his daily exuberant romp,
I will waltz in moonlight's shadows, as if I have taken flight.
When does one rash courage summon
To do a thing quite uncommon
Like king David's son, Amon:
The negatively uncommon
One wouldn't link with Solomon
Nor with the Quite Normal Human
With no business with Mammon ?
Carthage's Hannibal against Rome,
When snow should have kept him at home?
The courage one would never kill,
Until one has climbed Begging Hill;
While one won't want at all to feed,
Because there's a voice one must heed...
From either Lord God or Mammon
And one ready for uncommon;
Listened I have to a Carmen:
A hit track about true women
The penetrating look from their eyes
Up a lot of men's power dries.
My heart roared like an hungry lion
In haste for prey to feed my roaring heart
But tedious to capture
The Lion and the Jewel departed for nine years
Without saying goodbye
I wandered around like a single pendulum
Wandering helplessly like an untimely killed ghost
Dying every minutes of unconsciousness
Missing my irreplaceable jewel
Thus, living an incomplete being
Ajike Mi owon,
Nature brought you back to me unexpectedly
Eleyinju ege
Adu mara dan
Igi leyin ogbami
Ajike, the spellbinding of all women
Loved by nature
Prettier than diamond
Valuable than gold
Cherished than sliver
Worthful than bronze
Ajike oni wura
Iru re sowon lawujo eniyan
Amon lewa omidan
Nigba ojo, nigba erun,
Mi o ni fi o sile
Arewa Obinrin ti wu gbogbo okunrin fi'saya
Arewa to ju arewa lo
Oniwa tutu bi Adaba
With trust, comes peace of mind
Nature and i will love you till eternity.
Ajike mi owon.