Best Giza Poems
In the land titled the Gift of the Nile,
where pharaohs rode in gilded chariots,
149 feet she elegantly stands,
in the sandy plains of Giza
For decades long gone,
shes taken the crown;
"the tallest master piece of man's hand"
a Triton amongst Minnows yes indeed,
if thou not believe,the Falcons do
for centuries gone they scaled her sculpture
high enough to see the land of the saints
years and years casing stones were lain,
limestone blocks coalesced in myriads
to form a triangular figure,
firm enough to outlive lake Superior
senile she may be,
she proves that old is gold!
for even the blind behold her in wonder
she dwarfs her surrounding like,
a queen she's always been
casing stones still encircle her
like nestlings before their mother,
and when the moon rises,
she shines like a figure
from wonderland
and hail to the ancient mathematicians
for designing a figure,
that is food to ones soul
Categories:
giza, creation,
Form:
Free verse
The pyramids have made me ponder
Sprouting tall in sands of timeless plunder
They raise the palms, of either hand
Among the eighth, of wonderlands
I'll hold a constellation of small conclusions
While coming forth with wise solutions
The Sphinx, she taunts me, with ancient riddles
Of mere coincidence, or majestic plan
The likeness climbs the vulnerable mind
Comparisons of any kind
Rival all of Mother Nature
To look about the infrastructure
If it fails to quiet me with sure decision
What my eyes acknowledge
Must bear no burden of proof
It is simply there, exempt from time
No moorings hold it to past or future
Overlooking River Nile
I smile and ponder why and how
There is delight in the wonder of obscurity
A purity in never knowing
A culture keen in keeping mystery
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For PD's Contest: Epic Mysterious
Categories:
giza, places, me,
Form:
Free verse
Sphinx
inscrutable, mysterious
perplexing, mystifying, awe-inspiring
statue, ancient, pharaoh, limestone
striking, stunning, bewildering
mythical, enigmatic
egypt
Date written and posted: 03/24/2018
Categories:
giza, creation, mystery, poetry, words,
Form:
Diamante
oh, how the pyramid, does grow and grow.
how was i to know?
i signed that dotted line, in repose.
should have dotted i’s and crossed my legs.
my first hint arrived with labor pains.
i squatted jewels – diamond, ruby, emerald.
wore expert rings with the likes of dr. spock.
i devoured each sweet honey book.
but woe to me, i thought i’d suffer solely from “empty nest”.
those birds flew high and strong, then crooked and lopsided.
i wracked my brain, contemplated walking the plank.
sleepwalking, i found profundity, a book of eureka gold.
apparently, there are experts in rearing “adult children”.
i furiously speed read, all the pages. i scanned its horizon
for clues and answers. they came with blue sky ribbons.
i slid to the floor, bewildered, wide-eyed, relieved.
then my children became experts, in rearing their own.
taught me how to use my adult voice - unlike a duck,
no squeaking allowed. and how i should let them cry,
and let them fall. who’d ever heard such crazy talk?
i’d still sign that dotted line, but with eyes open wide.
my husband and i reside at the precipice of the pyramid.
it quakes with birth pangs of shattered glass.
still, our family’s strong. none will crumble. none will fall.
Categories:
giza, children, family,
Form:
Blank verse
A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If you want my schtick, you vampire whore
You’ve had enough since the Garden, Lillith, you’ll not get more
Now the ratio between human, vampire, dragon and other dead
Has been cast with fair radiant echo against the nuclear thread
A shroud sewn with Alcubierre’s hand and Teller’s eye
Will re-write the laws of your time to die
Not forced by the forced prison of your local priest
Or enticed by Babylon to take part in it’s wicked feast
The work that was promised to Adam and re-framed unto Cain
To un-curse the valley, glen and land: to filter Acid from Rain
With thorns o- the rose coming loose from the Bush
And snakes running hither or thither in scintillate Rush
The Oracle of Satan found new charms to spread in perfect Cube
Could be the shape of Sound Maynard or Max’s Cubic Rube
The Time of Orwell Now and Jobs spelling Apple at his Side
And Sting writing programs for the Cops, whom along for the Ride
the Bladerunner checkin for humans among the technical horde
Huxley detected the separate spirit, lobotimized souls, Model T Fords
And Harrison checked again with electric sleep on the Brain
A tear for Summer, or a vision for Canticles, a wave almost Inane
With countless ages past since the Dust of Sumer lent
It’s hell-bound rasp of gutteral destruction spent
The awful wave of gas, a riotous nuclear blast
In the once Green land where sage grew fast
The dim spectre of time has given up the ghost
With markets bazar and material plenty, yet consider the cost
From Alabaster bone the Ocean’s a-shallow
The Mermaids remember the times that were fallow
Year upon year the bi-peds walked without aim or deed
That could count for fullness, even yet upon steed
Even in those ages of lore when upon horse they’d trot
Or with Gasoline chariot to the park like Mel Ot
None could account for the empty space of land
Or like Kieth Stone, bend down and till without turning into sand
The eidolons of time, immemorable: drooping, eternal clocks
An echo of murmurs, drogue and sorrow, indifferent as the rocks
Whom would not cry out, with refusal of price
None could garner their strength or bleed them twice
Categories:
giza, 11th grade, absence, allusion,
Form:
Abecedarian
pale desiccate strand
solemn dirge of the Pharaohs
shrouded by tourists
Categories:
giza, history, places
Form:
Haiku
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p y r a m
t p y r a m i
a t p y r a m i d
e a t p y r a m i d o
r e a t p y r a m i d o f
g r e a t p y r a m i d o f g
e g r e a t p y r a m i d o f g i
h e g r e a t p y r a m i d o f g i z
t h e g r e a t p y r a m i d of g i z a
Date created: 08/02/2021
Categories:
giza, creation, poetry,
Form:
Concrete
They rise like ancient dreams
From the sands of Egypt
Gently kissing the sky
Whispering to the heavens.
How grand they are
The pyramids of Giza
With pride so high
They paint the sky.
What you see are stones stiched
With hands together so neat
Each edge lay in total agreement
To a will of a heart with ailment.
But Pharoah saw a dream
One the captures the reality of a life
That will never fade on the face of earth.
A story that stands the test of time.
Categories:
giza, 12th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Pisa's draftsman born
in Egypt planned Pyramids
~~will be inverted
Categories:
giza, allusion, analogy, change, confusion,
Form:
Senryu
We are not going far, Mama they lied to me.
Only to Egypt, way across the sea.
I figured maybe Des Moines, certainly not Chicago.
Which was hundreds of miles, much too far for two puppies to go.
Will you be home for lunch? I asked them, thawing out some chow.
They professed to not know. Said good-bye in bow-wow.
I was not worried, how far could two young puppies get?
If I had known, I would have thrown a fit!
Gone for two nights, then a week, two months now.
I was sorrowful, barking sad lonely “bow-wow”.
I thought they were dead, my two favorite litter pups.
I was crying and sobbing, drowning grief in my cups.
My man said “Come on woman, buck up! They have dog in them.”
He is super confident, a heel sometimes, but my almost best friend.
He is really great at cheering me up, helping me have a better day.
I am laughing now, full of relief, for look what I got in the mail today?
Categories:
giza, dog,
Form:
Rhyme