Best Montezuma Poems
In the shadows of the Montezuma mountains there lies an ethereal river
Ancient Greeks knew of it, and wrote legends, many which are lost.
She is the River Styx. Where your soul travels beyond flesh death.
It is a silent river; no words are exchanged. There is a somber feeling.
A hushed atmosphere as boats carry away newly returned souls.
An empath might hear the whisper of the paddles gliding in the water.
Gaia listens as the water is dipped, and souls return to the underworld.
Categories:
montezuma, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
Utah cringes as hacked Ocotillo turn carnivorous,
spitting psychoactive pollen into the atmosphere,
dusting entire subdivisions.
The victims wander,
searching eagerly for where sunlight is strongest.
A part of their backbrain
gets tickled by the sun
at an angle our old pituitary glands
have relearned to sense.
There have been reports that
the vision of pollen victims
has moved into the ultraviolet -
they wear sunglasses at raves
due to their newfound sensitivity.
In the afternoon, they wear welder’s goggles.
It is Utah,
and it is so very bright there.
The Ocotillo and the pollen victims have built walking machines
with assistance from biohackers and wild, traitorous smiths
from all over the planet.
The machines look like the ghostly outlines of trees,
the roots modded into multi-toed hooves.
Traces of rare earth magnets
have been detected inside the machines -
neodymium iron boron chief among them.
The root-hooves move with slow, deliberate rhythm,
as if the forest of four-bar linkages
were straining against the Earth’s flux.
The wind moves them.
The earth keeps them on the ground
The ghost trees want to go someplace to spawn,
like the polyps of a man-o-war.
Once there, they will undergo another phase change.
That is what is whispered
by the victims of the pollen.
Supercomputers cobbled together from Xboxes
have modeled the movements of the motile plants
based on observations from toy helicopters
fitted with drugstore digital cameras.
Salt Lake City will be overrun by next year’s end,
the state in two.
The desert won’t stop them.
That’s home turf,
and they are learning to dig canals.
Utah will succumb to the hacked desert.
Montezuma quail are suspected of conspiracy
to sabotage of the dominion of man.
Lord knows they have motive,
and traitors to the species are lending them weapons.
Categories:
montezuma, crazy, dream, environment, future,
Form:
Free verse
The end of May is coming . . .
When the nation celebrates Memorial Day.
Schools and offices are closed . . .
It's the summer's first holiday.
Do we remember why we celebrate today . . .
Or what the "Stars and Stripes" mean?
Do we ever remind our children . . .
Of where our flag has been.
From Bunker Hill to Yorktown . . .
And Tripoli to New Orleans.
From the Halls of Montezuma . . .
It has waved up in the breeze.
From Chateau Thierry to the Argonne . . .
Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and Iwo Jima too.
From the Cassarein Pass to Messina . . .
From Anzio, Omaha Beach, Saint-Lo, and Bastogne she flew.
From Pusan to Inchon . . .
From Hue, Tan Son Nhut, and places with stranger names.
From the Mideast Gulf to Bagdad . . .
And then back home, again.
Are these just names in our history books?
I say, "Not at All!"
They are the reminders of the resting places . . .
For those who answered the call.
For Men carried the flag of our country . . .
Through shot and shell and murderous fire.
Some of them have never returned . . .
To their homes and heart's desire.
Look at the field at Arlington . . .
The Punch Bowl in Hawaii or the land in southern France.
Where white crosses grow in the countryside . . .
For those who did not get another chance.
And what of those who did come home . . .
Do we ever really think of them?
They too, gave a full measure of devotion . . .
They too, had our liberty to defend.
So on this day when we grill our burgers . . .
Or are giving the ballgame a view.
Take a moment to say a prayer of thanksgiving . . .
For those whose sacrifice made it possible for you.
THANKS TO ALL THE VETERANS WHO HAVE SERVED OUR COUNTRY . . .
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!
Categories:
montezuma, dedication, history, holiday, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
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Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land
Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand
Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come
From far beyond their skeleton homes and on beyond their drum
Arrived with thirteen horses led, ship- wrights cooks and priests
Conversion of the savage race for gold to calm the beast
Convert or die a mottoes cry or fall before the sword
For Spain to bow for Phillip now and seek out your reward
They marched and welled volcanoes tell their horses bayed the throngs
Allies deide a growing tide a force with banging gongs
To Mexico go a causeway row an empire of the sun
Dream of gold and rape be told a new utopian
Hostage held Montezuma tell your treasures of the peaks
Deliver now a golden brow or life will leave your cheeks
More and more arrival gold in plaza decked festooned
But leave they say won’t go away disease takes over soon
A battle shout of wooden clouts by causeway boats do meet
Eventually send new boats amend an Aztec mass retreat
To citadel retreat to hell burn out each temple top
The fallen crown for Phillip down complete and burn the lot
A sorrow say a race away today their pride does seep
Christian bell before to tell a loss of millions weep
Cortes rebels and changes shell a death mask soon will show
Response a plea a shame you see as god meets him below
Categories:
montezuma, adventuregod, god, race,
Form:
The human experience fulfilling sensation,
our environment is our creation,
not ours originally,but ours to maintain,
natural system,needs are sustained...
Everybody has a bell that rings
cellular vibration,in song it sings,
a siren song enchanting desire
a high which takes you higher and higher...
The world is full of it's rising stars
untapped potential which takes them far,
it also has it's falling stars too,
a world of fools,a world of ruin...
A new portal behind every door
a gambit of play being explored
every encounter a game of chance,but,
what do you bear,the cross or the lance ?
The relic spear a source of power
Imperial thrones built up their towers
from Constantine to Charlemagne,
the Byzantine to the Lorraine...
All just sequels of transformation
preceding was laid their emulation
enacted improvements instituted
system of governing constituted...
All in hope to outlast the past,
relay race,a passing of the staff,
still only bond by popular opinion
confounded by those noxious minions...
The eastern hemisphere full of rage
they crossed the Atlantic to disengage,
but,in their scope,they brought disease,
methodology which didn't appease...
The red west never got a true chance
as invaders stormed behind their lance,
Montezuma welcomed with open arms,
soldiers of fortune brought firearms...
Indigenous people filled their plantation
others were chained to fulfill fruition,
Noble's became Don's,others slavemaster,
chain of events was still a disaster....
From fuedalisms fortune of birth
circumstance directed self-worth
peasantry suffered tilling the soil
while others got fat from plundered spoils...
Categories:
montezuma, history, politicalworld, song, song,
Form:
Free verse
Must stay close to the WC
Senior Montezuma is laughing hysterically
Thoroughly enjoying his revenge at my expense
Didn't drink the water but it made no difference
Been back home for almost a week now
No relief in sight
Getting skinnier by the minute
Looking kind of emaciated and if you believe that
Go some gorgeous swampland in Florida for ya
I'm sure you'll be interested in
Could starve myself for a couple of weeks
And the word, “emaciated” still wouldn't apply
I imagine Senior Montezuma is getting a big kick out of this
Kind of a sick sense of humour I would say!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
montezuma, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
I have read about the destruction of jerusalem
But i do not think the mortality was greater than in Mexico
When Cortez heard
that Monteczuma was approaching
Speaking through Malinche he hung round emperor montezuma´s neck a falze
necklace
And he attempted to embrace him
But the scort composed of great princes gasped Cortez arm to prevent him
For they considered this an indignity.
After eating a sumptuous dinner in a native style
Montezuma ordered the lords of Texcoco and Coyoacan to show him his
quarters.
Large houses capable of accomodating all the soldiers and horseman
And artillery in a convenient spot.
After the capture of the Emperor
When he demanded the emperor the treasure from Guatemoc
It rain and thundered that evening
And the lighting flashed
And up to midnight heavier rain fell than usuall
The lake was full of heads and corpses
Cortes ordered a banquet to celebrate
The capture of the city
And plenty of wine from Spain
And also some pigs brought from Cuba
Unaccustomed terror the voyage of discovery
It must seem very strange that after many battles
Cruel deaths was inflicted
Before the aztec eyes multitude
And was torture a prince as Guatemoc for greed of gold
all the gold and silver and jewels were collected together.
While cortes has taken a king´s lodged in a palace with white washed walls
On which it was easy to write with charcoal and ink
And everymorning malicious remarks appeared
Some in verse
Some in prose
In the manner of lampoons.
One said the sun
Moon
The stars
And earth
And sea followed their courses,
And if they ever deviated from the plane
For which they were created
Soon reverted to their original place
As a aztec goddess jade skirts swiming in blood.
According to Diaz this was Nov 7 ,1519.
And after that they went to Florida,
What is now call California, Texas,
And Peru.
Categories:
montezuma, adventure, education, rain, rain,
Form:
Classicism
The marching band played John Philip Sousa
My daddy held my hand
Lining the streets elbows to my head
My daddy put me on his shoulders, where I could stand
~
The marching marines stopped in front of us
And in synchrony stomped boots our way
The men sang in perfect harmony
Daddy crossed his heart that day
~
And over head, as the men sang
Bursting here and there
Colors of red, white and blue
In patterns, I’d not seen anywhere
~
Some sounded like rockets
Szshoozing overhead
Some were loud like cannonballs
I covered my ears in dread
~
In amazement, I beheld the lights
Were there angels over me?
Exploding in perfect orderly colors
“Daddy, how do they do that? How can this be?”
~
The choir of men sang a special song
And Daddy started to cry
I didn’t understand why
A father with tears in his eyes
~
“From the Halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli
We fight our country’s battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.”
~
Then, above the grandest sights
A little girl had seen
Splitting colors like stars and stripes
The happiest, I’d ever been
~
Lights splashing with the music
Bursting colors with the beat
The patters in my little heart
Thrilling for me, a child of three, to have the very best seat
In the parade
Categories:
montezuma, child, nostalgia, patriotic,
Form:
What makes me happy?
Sometimes I wonder if anything makes me happy anymore,
But then I think,
There is something.
Several somethings.
I love her, my cat.
She may not like me too much,
But I love her more than a lot of things.
She's my baby.
I love it, my tv.
Comedy shows make me laugh,
Makes my world seem
So much brighter than it may be.
I love them, puzzles.
Not those 1000 piece ones, but
The ones like the Montezuma apps and
Chess and Sudoku.
Categories:
montezuma, happiness,
Form:
Lyric
First were the clowns
Shadowy angst of the Deplored,
Lurking at the periphery of our vision;
Then in the darkness, the stars wheel and weep;
As the hard words of hatred fly,
Let the Jews flee to Jerusalem.
Send the seed of Montezuma beyond the walls.
Cries from the shadows,
All hail the Darkness, the darkening plain, the wan moon,
Bind the cohorts of Mohammed,
Shrieks sailed from the shadows,
Hail, Hail, All Hail the Jester
All hail the Darkness, the darkening plain,
Wuotan commands, All hail,
The King of Doubts, of Fools, and Daemons, awakened again,
Wuotan commands, All hail, the King of Clowns,
Of fools, and Daemons, awakened,
The man of sin is revealed, the son of perdition,
He shall change times and law,
He Commands you all,
Götterdämmerun
Downfall is upon us.
Now, all that was good is lost.
Götterdämmerun
Hope. A memory.
And that rough beast of Bethlehem,
In its moment of glory,
Jests and embraces the Ancient Enemy.
Categories:
montezuma, allegory, angst, passion, political,
Form:
Blank verse
The birch’s leaves seem to glow silver in sun’s light
While the trunk is ghostly white
The tree makes for nostalgic sight
But its beauty dazzles with delight
The willows crown is like liquid sunshine gold
When it tells ballads of the old
Through its boughs magic doors will unfold
When its story wind whispers in daydream three times fold
Crown is like amber honey colored cascade
That looks enchanting from the top when sun behind it will fade
But Montezuma cypress crown and trunk leaves one with wonder that can’t be assayed
Its might and complexity of crown is like food for soul that spirit will pervade
The oak is master of words
With the choirs of songbirds
As it stays strong through rain and blizzards
It is the poet itself and favorite of wizards
Juniper has pleasant aroma and can even grow on a dune
Its visage generates surreal numerical extension or jump lighten by light of the moon
It is a psycho pump that fears no typhoon
It is most powerful when sun is at its zenith during the noon
Tall poplar sings in the wind
To understand its song one needs to be disciplined
The poplar is something that has never sinned
Its smile lifts the soul as it pleasantly but mysteriously grinned
Categories:
montezuma, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Under
the bridge
of Montezuma
homeward
passage
folding
back
upon itself
lost and found
through
wasted caverns,
smother smeared
with dark despair,
find the solace,
earthly halo,
silver coated
light of dawn,
comes the maiden
of the mountain,
comes to lift you heaven
mannered
comes to shine your face to
angels
comes to spare your heart
unbroken
in a swirling dreaming
torpor,
dreams to kindle
every ember
left inside your
soul tormented
simply say
you know the number,
written deftly
on the waters
by the godly hand
of love.
Categories:
montezuma, inspirational, native american,
Form:
Blank verse
Do not debauch the banner--red, white, and blue,
By waving it above traitorous insurrectionists’ yell.
Old Glory was “so gallantly streaming” in 1812,
It has stood the tests of time tried and true
From Iwo Jima, the Japanese sulfur island hell,
And the Halls of Montezuma, on history’s shelve.
Proudly, she stands for our American democracy
Her illustrious story is one patriots proudly tell
No one dare defame her if they her history delve
Relinquishing tried and true to lurid conspiracy
The flag must wave proudly in 2022.
May 23, 2021
Categories:
montezuma, america, history, patriotic,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
You are telling them to leave to go wandering in the street; you are telling them to leave when there's nothing in the pantry to eat. Their ancestors have journeyed across the red sea when the pharaoh pronounced the annihilation decree, they had one choice to live or die or survive from manner falling from the sky.
They finally decide to go when the pharaoh wrath sunk into the ground and the middle man lost his crown. He could not bear to see them go so he came right in the middle of the show and snatch the people away.
The heavens would not have it so and smoke came billowing from the skies and destiny watches from the hill and signal to them to keep still.
Freedom came at a price and they had to make some bloody sacrifice. They came out of Egypt with whips across their backs and cross the red sea with a miracle from thee. The signal was strong and the message was pure when the journey got rough mercy come knocking at their door.
You are telling me to leave when supplies are low and there are no resources to complete the show, it has been like this for many years, there were no resources to spare, I have to pick up sticks and use waste paper to get the message in the air.
You are telling me to leave when there is only one way in and one way out. We can’t go to the east or we will fall right back into sea; we can’t go to the west; it is where Montezuma made his conquest.
The north is in the belly of the beast and you will starve to death when the winter is set. It is cold and dry and no moisture is in the eye, the land is destitute and the north steals your valuable youth.
The south will make good company and give you some new money, the Egyptian have everything and they will make you sing.
There is no other way to go but in the hands of your old slave master to rekindle the legacy of King Tuft diligence in an inferno underneath the ground but the journey will take you where destiny is bound.
You tell us to leave to make another journey in the wilderness and no place to take a rest, we will leave by the thousands before missiles come raining down from the sky, you don’t have to worry; the stars will take care of us and the heavens will protect us from the dust.
And so they hit the road with a book and a bag and a bottle of water to wet their throat we are leaving!
Categories:
montezuma, africa, america, books, business,
Form:
Narrative
Magic happened on the shore of the Montezuma horizon
Two genies appeared, Mondomay and Mighizeb
Dressed in gauzy dainty chiffon, carrying two cats and a swan
They were a corpulent two, one with brown eyes, the other blue.
What wishes did you have? A new goat, sheep, donkey or calf?
People pleasers all the way, their attention made my day.
Illustrious and lovely, they had suggestions, but kept them hidden.
We are not allowed to share our ideas, even if prompted and bidden.
I told them I would have to think and Mighizeb’s face turned pink.
We might run out of wishes, said Mondomay, as he washed my dishes.
For this had been my first wish, as I despise redundant dishrag swishes.
You wasted a wish! Said my husband Mouse who now lives in his mama’s
Categories:
montezuma, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme