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Premium Member - The Fabulous Queen of Egypt -


Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen

My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
During the day I lay on the silk cushions
and dozed in the shade of palm trees
Beautiful men and women kept flitting
around me with all sorts of temptations
Fed me all sorts of fruit and cold drinks

When evening came, it was time for romance
As Queen I had many to choose
My choice was of course:
"The greatest men of Rome"
Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius
Why choose one when I can have two?

On a long journey down the Nile with
my love Julius Caesar, I was forced to
make a choice.
But a choice one must take...and the
choice was that I gave birth to a son
and Julius Caesar was the father

My love life was not popular
my husband was killed and I 
was no longer popular
It was no longer a life of happiness and joy
No, it was war and national mouming
and I would not live anymore






18.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Premium Member Egypt

-1-

This narrow vein 
pulses in red earth
blood of thousands
meanders
through valleys barren 
a surface wounded
cries dry tears
down to Iskandariyya (1)

          White sails cover
          undercurrent
          once sun burned 
          monoliths choke
          tide provides
          no air for their 
          drowned lungs


          -2-

Where grows papyrus
How can I write
with these reeds
my ancestors' annals

          Where is that land
          that has my name 
          displaced
          cast out
          yesterdays and tomorrows
          erased.


          -3-

Merciless strangers 
hewn mouths in set faces
staccato tongue
dismissive diaspora

          White cotton spores blown
          in khamaseen (2)
          feel their protective shelter
          burn
          suffocate



(1) Al-Iskandariyya: Alexandria
(2) khamsin: Hot desert wind, blowing from south to north.

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July 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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.'


Premium Member Last Pharaoh of Egypt

Cleopatra, the last Pharaoh of Egypt,
could have had Caesar or Anthony as a co-regent,
but rather than putting such power in either man's grasp,
she put leadership decisions in the path of an asp.

Digital Egypt Ancient Usa

bars and cages of flags ,colors ,creeds .
in Egypt they've been saying we want to make Egypt great again .
can't help but look at the irony gullible red and white and blue patriots and the slogan again on the rise we want America great again.
can't you see Iraq where the great empire of Babel stood .
Syria and the Assyrians 
Egypt where the secret defies all your technology
the third Reich ,the eagle ,the Indian nazi they're all one machines of destructions strings held by Shylocks .
humans didn't find earth border marked .
and it hit me we're watching the Syrian refugees freezing to death.
but make no mistake ,no matter what your sick flag is  there are silent ,non famous refugees freezing few  blocks away from where you live .
from Portland bus stop ,under street kids of Brazil ,to the tin homes of Egypt even in Israel there's some Ethiopian fooled by fake Judea freezing to death outside an Ashkenazi bar  .
the only  thing that's needs to be great again is Humanity and Humans. 
yet what hurts them in this photo is that America is broken .
not that thousands went past this woman and nobody cares to even look at her.
tell me what is ancient Egypt ,Mayans,enka,Sumerian and America ,,without the pure human soul they're ruins of a ppl who worshipped greed and seized to exist.
we're not evolving we're descending way past the ape zone .
actually we became  Shylock's  AI ,meat puppets ,flesh robots.
desensitized,dehumanized .
we're living the age where peace needs a force 
religion spreads by missions not attracting by forgiveness recognition.
colors of the skin became a race .
look me in the eye and tell me are we humans ?
wonder how many seconds you'll keep a straight face 
Tamer Hossam

Premium Member Eye of Egypt

Behold the eye of Horus
Ancient Egyptian deity of protection
Royal beauteous goddess
Safe travels –



AP: Honorable Mention 2021


Premium Member Gods of Egypt and Rome

passion and grapes
elixir of lots
     life mingled
     with venom

     power and youth
brush fire fingers

     flickering
          burning
               yearning

    caesarean coins
weigh down the neck

of the divine
so called
basket of snakes

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

SPHINX STONE

 
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or 
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal 
timelines cutting cross my magnetic 
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry 
desert winds, my gaze unmoved 
as quizzing quantum queens swirl 
around a Blue Planet ascending

Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness 
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle 
Nile evaporations down Sumerian 
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast 
expansions exiting or entering dual 
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames 
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins

Did Leo descend from helium heavens 
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous 
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither 
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading 
spells, silence my singular speech to 
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike

I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette 
signposted in simple or significant sigils 
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my 
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which 
agelessly gather stories of aeons 
imprinting dreams of God into manifest 
luminosity becoming your words on lion 
bones or this ephemeral page 

Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles 
making prolific progress patterns filled 
with steely grit, come now release 
agitated ages of bygone bitters to 
prick or paddle dimensions where 
appled anemones sing my stare into song to 
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities

I remain Sphinx Stone stable 
unsullied forevermore

Premium Member THE BLACK PIG

“There is nothing worse than ignorance in motion” Goethe


Roaming round the white altars
Where pharaohs raised their arms
The black pig of ignorance
Casts a passing shadow
Across the shafts of Lotus columns
Erect Egyptian guardians of stillness
Watching undisturbed over eternal time

Egypt

Like a star... 
in the sky.

Like a bird...
don`t be shy.

You will always..
be able to fly.

You will stand
you will pray.

No one can.. 
let you die.

you will always...
 be my sly.

O`my home...
O`my country.

I`ll never..
let you cry.

Premium Member Absolution's Font: Mosque of Ibn Tulun, Cairo, Egypt

Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

The fountain's dry, but not my eyes
sounds of grace rebound, amazing,
Amazing Grace, sang such as I
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

We are but one beneath the sun
for all our fears and wandering
all creation our companion...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

Let spirit rise on minaret
and phantom penitents come hieing
all is well, we are God’s get
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.



Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is also a state of mind. Lasting peace can come only to peaceful people. 
Jawaharlal Nehru (1889 - 1964)

Egypt

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

Premium Member Egypt

her copper desert

flames old pyramid's headstone...

earth's timeless mystique


incense fill the wall

to seal odor of glory...

preserving legends 




PremiereContest 120: Brian Strand

A River In Egypt Called Denial

I live in self denial
Can't bring myself to realize
Or even admit the truth
That I'm really black

Eagle Out of Egypt

Like an eagle out of Egypt...flying faster than the wind
Leaving many shackles, chains and cages
Leaving sorrow and sickness and a multitude of sins
How, where or when? He really doesn't know...and really doesn't care
He only wants his freedom
Destiny awaits...he takes that dare
Super charged and scared soon he's chased by 600 chariots
Those vultures full of vengeance they want him back where he belongs
They sing their songs...he does not listen
He's only heeding Heavens voice
With force and fury out of Perdition he flaps his wings toward Paradise
Now his body is getting tired so he harnesses his hate
His fears they give him fuel as his feathers turn to flames
Soon he's a sole survivor...family and friends to him are dead
They still bow before the men with whips...to their wickedest of whims
He can feel their scars and stains still salvation keeps him safe
A double dose can't devastate
A triple threat can't cause him terror
Many arrows shot right to his soul...still his father takes him further
Finally he turns around and sees a special sight
Something so supernatural a mortals mind could not describe
The vultures they all vanish...swallowed in a sea of red
Still he flaps his wings much harder so he won't break dance with the dead
Far from harm he hears a voice so warm and full of love
He sees a nest with no thorns and he makes that nest his home
That eagle out of Egypt is told one final thing...
"Never use your freedom in a foul way or you'll soon become a slave"

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