Best Pyramidal Poems
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
Categories:
pyramidal, natural disasters,
Form:
Alliteration
Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend
Categories:
pyramidal, spiritual, truth, war,
Form:
Epic
I have nothing else to give
From the bottom of a febrile heart,
And ageless is this love
Growing younger by the passing day.
Pyramidal like champagne, cascades
In its purest concept,
Bubbling as the crystal stream
Cleaves the blackest rock.
To expose the fertile soil
And perpetrate impassioned rites;
Copulates my dusky soul with
Fever burned of fearful death.
I have nothing else to give
From the singing depths of sanctuary,
And ageless be this love
Breathed 'till the dying breath.
Categories:
pyramidal, life, love,
Form:
Verse
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Categories:
pyramidal, allegory, blue, color, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I
AM
THE
ONLY
HUMAN
CALLED
SHERWIN
BALBUENA
Categories:
pyramidal, art,
Form:
Diamante
Should sin imagined need that we atone
For angles lying equilaterally prone?
Conjunctive on an even parity
Of head and toed triangularity.
Passion shaped by she and he and she,
Yet friendship, understanding holds the key;
Pyramidal the power of the prism,
A dark side of the moon eroticism.
And though the devil days need exorcism,
Night in liquid silk somnambulism
Moulds the flesh and satiates the brain,
Three sides to every story they remain.
Arise convention's bones and drab disdain
At value judged contaminants again;
The Triad burning love when night must fall,
Embraces all for one and one for all.
Categories:
pyramidal, love, passion, people,
Form:
Verse
Frozen in stone a lion kneels in a sandbox built for four,
Guarding a gate to the galaxy which breathes beneath the floor.
Nearly thirty degrees north and thirty-one east,
On a map should your finger prick,
Shall be where one may find this beast,
Whose dry tongue gives a scratchy lick.
Nineteen and two thirds north and nearly ninety-nine degrees west,
The sun and moon stand with a serpent adorned in winged dress.
Between two lands that share a name,
Though they’re called by cardinal direction,
And above their center which we call the same,
There crumbles these three Dead erections.
At each location they were confused as crypts,
In truth they’re electromagnetic spirit ships.
Sailing by mystic and astronomical cartography,
Embalmed passengers travel via quantum topography.
Made of LAMb which goes well with jelly of MINT,
Tick-TAK-toe connected specks reveal such puzzling hints.
Align the lines within this rhyme to see between the middle,
To see that which I refer to in this pyramidal riddle.
Categories:
pyramidal, adventure, confusion, fun, games,
Form:
Rhyme
Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved.
Categories:
pyramidal, allegory, dedication, devotion, education,
Form:
Free verse
Dust motes swirled a pirouette, ponderous stardust
in the light shaft capture, straight as a die;
fired to my chest from the crack in the tiles' armour,
right on target, unnerved my eye.
Laser sighted from the sun, a dot of vibrant gold,
I froze and fixed on it's accurate dart,
it's aim was painstaking and true as death
struck the naked breast, drilled my heart.
There was no real pain, just imagined,
no fatal wound nor spurt of black gore
to decorate the dust drab attic wall
and spill my life across the floor.
Stood here forlorn, forgetting my reason,
the crawlspace and pyramidal ceilings
mirrored then the yawning of my mind,
that chamber of decompressed feelings.
And you, your ghost, or a scent of what we meant,
breezed in, grave trespass upon my cold reverie;
and the inner child wept of grief and longing
for things to be the way they used to be.
Categories:
pyramidal, life, loss, parody, places,
Form:
Verse
Lost and broken
lost and broken
from the poison
anointing the scorpion
scorched with venom
desert prints left in the sand
pyramidal systems
leave the nomadic intrusion
with best solution
retribution
such an intrusion
delegated promotion decided
pull the towers down
with a conspiracy right before your eyes
but know one sees or believes
take the ideology of a secret race
left to pick up the pieces in this horrible place
so ask the question and be aware
beware of fair pages
left to us throughout the ages
life and stages
wages being given
writing checks and spitting
the taste so sour
paid for an hour
see the tower
so much power
banking left slanting
demolition strictly fiction
ambition to
and asbestos closed
smoke scars the fearful empire
fluoride dreams
of teeth being cleaned
to expose poison
to us and our ancestors
industrial vans full of cans
aluminum strands
standstill and everybody ill
standstill
industrial
19/03/06 Sean Joseph randy McMahon sun
Categories:
pyramidal, visionary,
Form:
I long for these ancients to speak to me
but we have rescued them from the world of the dangerously alive
and plummeted them into a vast pyramidal tomb sealed with wax.
It is a tomb of glass, where the preserved fustiness of eras past
can slowly shed any traces of the epithelial cells that crafted them.
I see the painted sarcophagus, but not the Pharaoh
only the ghost of the one who painted its symbols and hieroglyphs.
A few spatters of red paint encrusted on her face, the smell of oils,
a reward of coins, a night of victorious cries of pleasure,
and in the morning, a mere woman checking the alabaster jars so
her unused paint would not dry to powder like the Pharoah’s blood.
Categories:
pyramidal, history, mystery, time,
Form:
Free verse
Level sands stretched beyond the range of vision
Sluggish blue waters touching the grey seaboard
Waves crashing on rocks with a lingering sound
The surging waves erasing footprints like wipers
Pyramidal red cedars diffusing camphor aroma
The mangroves standing on stilts along the shore
Velvet seals and cute penguins go on roaming
Flocks of seagulls swooping down to catch shellfish
Hustle and bustle all over due to fishing jargon
The salt air carries the whispers of sweethearts
The shells of clams lying half sunk in the sand
The sunlight makes them aglow as day stars
Bizarre and rare sights of the doomsday fish
As a harbinger of impending natural disasters
It’s a womb for unnumbered water creatures
Including the mythical Leviathan beneath the layers
The infinite water body stands as an epitome
For an indomitable spirit and immortality
For centuries, with no pauses but renewed energy
The profound tranquillity sprawling all over
In that twilight, when my hands wrapped around you
I felt the echoes of your throbbing heartbeats.
The susurration and all polyphonies became infrasonic
Except the pounding heartbeats that echo forever in my heart.
Premium Contest: 3 rd place
Categories:
pyramidal, beach, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Matterhorn means mountain peak of the meadows
In a pyramidal shape, she has four faces
Her south face is in Valtourmenche Valley, Italy.
North, west and east faces are claimed by Switzerland.
She has regular avalanches
Her active snow accumulates into glaciers
Others claim they have their own Matterhorn.
There is only one, between Switzerland and Italy.
Categories:
pyramidal, travel,
Form:
Free verse
I have just heard of Comfort Zone,
Where nothing reaches one’s safe bone:
One king in one’s own Laughing Throne,
Miles and miles away from deep moan:
From factory man’s loudest groan!
In bathroom “Your Dollar has grown!”
To new suites very sweet soon shown…
But anything like Comfort Zone?
Paradise from Heaven true clone?
Where wealth comes back: The Away Blown
Lost chance regained: The Away thrown…
Pyramidal climb like a cone?
In Nigeria Android Phone
From a boyfriend to his own
While their Brief Adolescence lasts…
And for years he just starves or fasts.
Categories:
pyramidal, happiness, joy, love, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
The green that dresses the city,
changes color and clothes
in the flowering of the jambeiros...
ps
jambeiro, red-jambo · Scientific name. Sysygium malaccense (L.) · Family Myrtaceae · Medium-sized tree, up to 20 m tall, with a pyramidal crown, ...PS
Categories:
pyramidal, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Light Verse