Best Prostrated Poems

Continued from Maya 1

At length, when the womens' screams had ceased
and the sound of the thunder had stopped,
he gathered his courage and withdrew himself
from his hiding place beneath the corn.
He left the hut and prostrated himself before the first Gods he found.
He knew they would...

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Prostrated to such vastness,
unable to speak
I turned away
leaving fear standing
where I had come,
and the immense river entered
into those boundaries I had raised.

I watched the pale colors
wash away and disappear
as the water moved and swelled
and flooded all that was,
then the bells rang
the world awoke
with its insatiable...

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Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession, 
  Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate 
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression, 
  Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped desolate. 
The chestnut lustre of your hair has lacquered my...

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a cold stone bears his name
grief pours onto his green plot
prostrated mom shouts "why?"...

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Centuries of lies, a hollow myth
Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony
The Greatest Show, the living bread
The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy
The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled
Eager dehumanization, they tread the path
An ancient instinct, hereditary chains
Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite
Commit the...

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A story to tell
A story that never been told,
Not new though, neither old,
A bout treasure of pure Gold,
Nicely kept, beautifully hold,
Wrapped in a blessed shroud,
Not to be found by digging!
Only by prayers to the Lord.
*****
The old man is determined,
But, no signs yet, no traces,
Distressed, wet...

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[Continued from Part 1]

“And the efforts of the Senate to extinguish all this fury
Were frustrated by convictions that their god would promptly hurry
To reward and praise the burning of the books in Caesar’s hall:
Pliny, Tacitus and Thallus, and to rescue from the Fall—”

“Man, who, to...

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Who is Satan?

Satan is a creature from the world of the Jinn.  The Jinn are a creation of God made from fire.  They are separate and different from both the Angels and mankind; however, like mankind, they possess the power of reason and...

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You must be smirking to yourself right now, beautiful boy 
Must be gloating, rubbing your evil palms together, 
A smug smile tweaking the edges of your divine lips...
You must be loving the fact that I came crawling back to you – 
That, gluttonous for more...

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I'm one of these billions out there
hallucinating wanting to be happy
we can't get away from it
the sun pulls us out of bed to fight
until the moon knocks us down to dream again
with the success of the crop
daughter's wedding
the new job at work
vacation
a happiness carved by...

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During times of ancient civilization, Khonshu was a god of Celestial Heliopolis, worshipped by Egyptians. He once posed as a human pharaoh then ascended into the role of god of the moon.

Khonshu, the moon god
became a mortal Pharoah
powerful statue

In modern times, archaeologists Peter Alraune and...

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The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose. 

Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor
And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm
Pelted along to...

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He was reclining cold and motionless 
Silence reigned as it signalled a torment
I prostrated and remained quiet, wordless
My mother's elegy evoked lament. 
As the days passed, he started deforming
Lifeless body lay hardened but mounted,
To the neighbours gathered, went informing
Of the subtlety of very life, bewitched....

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He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration

Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him

Coaxing gentle promises...

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A counsel house 
	
        12.45pm
	Head Office?
	It's in Dover,
	Well that's depressing in itself!
	Smiley faces and OMG's to the fore.
	A clinical appearance in reception,
	Is that depressing in its own way?
	Clinical I mean.
	Women move about,
	Black and white;
	A grey area perhaps?
	Fifteen minutes...

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