Best Pyramid Poems
Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
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
You’re reaching up to the stratosphere
But never guessed the regrets
What’s becoming crystal clear
The higher you go, the darker it gets
The pyramid of worldly power
Both before and after the flood
Human cruelty’s crimson tower
Of exploitation’s bodies and blood
A bone-deep chill as dark altitudes enfold
The ruthless dedication to climb at all costs
Are you truly a creature of the cold
Or do you rue what has been lost?
To join our leaders on television
Foul creatures of fangs and claws
Parading their contempt and derision
For decency, morals, and laws
Our country’s transition abrupt
Its “representatives” reprehensible
So clear that power corrupts
Or merely attracts the corruptible
Smug politicians think they’re clever
And they’re right, those foul goats
They use the Sordid Prince as the lever
To shove the mad Queen down our throats
Another line of the epitaph
Of this dead and decaying democracy
The backroom dealers drink and dine
On the spoils of our plutocracy
The dying tower of destruction
Has its hooks in you, best beware
One chance to avoid soul corruption
Let the 2016 election go and say a prayer
7/7/16
© by Author
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Take
a pinch
of caution.
A dash of pride.
One dollop of charm.
Add big lumps of kindness.
Mix with a sense of humour.
Throw in a large handful of love.
Blend it all together with patience.
And you will make a happy cake of life.
In the wee hour before customers came to call,
Groceries came to life and had a Cinderella ball.
"Je'taime," purred the french toast to the frozen peas,
"Oh quit your fast talk. I'm southern, If you please."
The peanut butter tried his luck. He felt rather 'hunky'.
He winked at the jelly. She gasped. "You sir, are chunky!"
Lemons and limes provided fragrance. Love was found.
Mr Goodbar married Mrs. Butterworth, their children sold by the pound.
That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier days.
I thank GOD for time to compose this tale
And for youth of spirit to view these scenes.
Cause this adventure began so long ago,
When we started the trek as kings and queens.
The voyage took me far beyond this shore,
Where clocks no longer tick and time marches not,
And the almond-eyed girl strums her instrument
Until sweet dreams overtake me asleep on my cot.
I follow her as my vision assumes a landscape,
Across green pastures and meandering streams.
‘Til a pyramid of bamboo comes into view,
A quite curious structure of bamboo beams.
There at the entrance I climb the marble steps,
And carry this precious book into the darkness.
Being guided by the inner aura of mystique,
I gave the volume rest in the drawer of a chest.
As I bowed to request GOD’s grace and blessing,
The fire in my soul yearned for a divine quencher.
The whole world seemed beautiful as I left,
Knowing that tomorrow starts a new adventure.
PYRAMID
P
alwa Y s be you
that you R love’s for me
up to the pyr A mid,shout a feeling
both our sparkling M erry eyes,flew us to air
what amazing proposal, I will never forget ever, my love
let me shout in the whole worl D you stopped my heart, back to Egypt
ELAI CEE
@elaicee
2015
From the bowels of
The Pyramids
Like the spinning drip of an
Atomic molecule
She rose above
Sizzled my soul
With sweet sensations of love
Ah, Isis, godess of magic and fertility
melted away my icicles
With flamed passion of fire
Satisfied those touching thoughts
Once buried and lost as desires
Enlightened essence of fragrance
Such a mummy was I
Until she unwrapped my light
Unleashed such sensationally
Spectacular splitting sparkles
Now awakened!
Transformed from tomb to life
Aphrodite godess of love
Who send thoughts
From a floating cloud
Motivated her to
Passionately touch
As Apollo god of poetry and music
Released My mystical muse
Stimulated souls’ sensations
Snow melted by fire
Needless,
I articulate more…
But tonight, I will
Belly-up to the bar
Brightly blushing
While whispering:
“Ein anderes Bier bitte!”
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/15/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
gate to rising sun
corridor to afterlife
chamber of deceased
The
pyramid
is confounding
in its unique structure
design and construction
Myths, mysteries and magic
surround its momentous ********-
a baffling architectural achievement
Its longevity has withstood the test of time
Centuries after the culture that envisioned it and
assembled it passed, 'she' still stands to greet sun and stars
Though many secrets of the pyramid were buried with the builders
the pyramid remains an intriguing and puzzling wonder of the world
Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus
Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells
Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists
10% of your income,
& then some
The cross holds one
For ransom
It doesn't matter if your
Beautiful or handsome
Since, the endless chasms
Flood like restless cytoplasm
Induced by the
Phantom's iconoclasm
As the masses reduce
To being merely a bantam
Docile & trite,
This isn't right
What's done in the dark,
Must be brought to the light
Stand up, & fight
For the right,
Rise with all our might
& working through the nights
New World Order plights
Will never bring a fright
Fear no evil,
See no evil,
Speak no evil
They're all just weasels
Being painted on the easel
With the colors of greed & lust
Nobody to trust
But, yourself
As one must
In order to be just
With one & all
& all in one
heart chakra--
an anatomic center,
a pulsating pyramid
of humanity,
revealing
illumination to
revolution...
When wind blows through poplar tree
One can sense time in all its majesty
In all its glory
But also perhaps in all its possibility
Something evolving in bubble of no existence
With evolution not needing reference point in its existence
Could life form created in this form of existence
See end of time in all its existence
They say man fears time
And pyramids are the only thing feared by time
But are they really feared by time
After all is there really such thing as time
Time could be parallel to our vision of it
Every consciousness somewhere in time will fit
If one could see infinity or continuity past or future would it be it
Would this be beginning or end of time maybe but not as this person sees it
They would see
Next infinity
Next continuity
Next possibility
Pyramid its builders did not consider a tomb
More likely to them it was a womb
For soul it was a womb
Place where the spirit would bloom
How would this spirit see time?
Question hard to answer with a simple rhyme
Would it be something sublime?
Or emptiness lost to passage of that very time
Would this spirits destiny
To write the very laws of universe how they them see
That is what Egyptian beliefs would be
And those laws did not have to be based on previous ones probably
And if one of those laws would protein to time
What they could do would indeed be sublime
But would they answer philosophical questions even in time
Like meaning of life philosophies question so basic and prime
Speaking of philosophy
Intelligence no matter how high has its own philosophy
Everyone has some form of it even if each is different philosophy
So is there anything beyond philosophy
What magic would be required to go beyond philosophy?
If question of meaning of life is base of philosophy
But magic that is mathematical nirvana beyond philosophy
Would be powerful and this is the one spirit in my pyramid would see
This is the only way to set the spirit free
That is what my opinion would be
Not just to be able to write universes laws but see
Beyond any philosophy
That is what heaven would be
That is what Great Eye might see
From the pyramid spirit would be free
And united with soul of souls would be its destiny