Best Egyptians Poems
The Egyptians walked sideways I figure
to conceal the fine points of their figure.
In a desperate scrimmage
with their own body image
diet mania they would prefigure.
Ancient Egyptians had terrific mummification skills
They practiced on a variety of lesser animals
hippopotamuses, cats, dogs, camels, and apes
there is non-living proof of their talents in their tombs
pharaohs and their queens were also mummified
Their mummification techniques are still admired today
[the Egyptians are extremely interesting to us today
for various reasons. How science today wishes to
understand the secret ingredients where that the Egyptians
used when they wrapped up dead people so that their faces
would not rot for innumerable centuries.]
LIKE SILVER BIRDS before the wind
enthusiastic looking religious people who sit in sky seats.
The germs breaking out of mankind with lumps of famous bronze.
They will clear up your guts.
Say, 'shh.' The corduroy forest is luscious and black smoke
of the lamp. Dots of red ants are upon the Letter we Opened.
They build trampolines in the dish but we have forgotten.
To not be able to shake the wrinkles off of time and memories.
How they watch and laugh!
Look, there is something we all want.
It has steps.
Here is the key:
"Shh."
The stoat jumps out of the fur and runs away to catch the scent.
Shh. -- only for a moment then from behind the awful gilt wings of a magnificent
palace of life shall be painted on the blackened door. And when it is done it will
be our palace of course. Bluebells, bluebells, bluebells of hundreds--like far-off suns--
hand strayed from that beaten path.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
Egyptians ...And us...
At times, you've heard people decry.
"I need my space!"
Years ago, it was a simple,
"Leave me alone!"
This has evolved in modern hieroglyphics
Today known as emojis and texting.
We should, I think, have a cold drink,
And sit at the Sphinx's seat where nobody talks.
But holds a stone tablet as they carve,
Emojis to replace their voices.
I excuse them but they can't hear me!
Long ago...
Their onks ablaze, they feel no rage,
For they see nobody's eyes or tears.
And in a big cave, which was all the rage, immortalizing their lives in Sphinksbook.
Ah, dead Egytians we are so like you,
Hidden in places we call our home.
A primitive people, we!
In the 21st. century,
How can this be?
Many cannot write prose nor poetry,
In fact, many cannot write at all.
Our civilization infected with a terminal disease, called emojimania or acrynomania.
With PhD degrees, we read old stones.
Higher education our terminal disease.
We drool over dead philosophers!
But to one another are deaf.
We toss friends screaming hearts into a blazing funeral pyre.
As that famous rock song says,
"Come on baby, light my fire."
Yes, indeed do!
Better yet, all rabid techies best hear that song..
"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me."
Your friend needs you, not your smart phone.
Your face, your hugs, your voice.
Texting and emails cannot replace humanity.
And no, I shall not join those sheeples..
Who love technology over flesh and blood peoples.
With love~
Panagiota, Poet of the Heart
Panagiota Romios
April 30. 2019
11:15am PST
ancient Egyptians
spreading culture on the land
sharing arts and crafts
Strict force of the law
crafty pyramid builders
artistic people