Best Pyramids Poems
I remember Cleopatra's moon,
as triangles of time
unveiled pyramids embalmed in
juniper, incensing golden dreams.
While in desolate dunes
of the sunrise Sahara,
I've engraved your initials
with pearls and diamonds.
For in lunar silence
when cylinders of stars
embellish skies with hieroglyphics,
destined twin flames ascend.
You’ll remain a musical~
maestro, choreographing our pilgrimage
to attain heaven beneath
henna herbs of love.
This is not the first of our great steps.
It begins in an alcoholic stupor
Someone carves in stone -
"Khufu must be drunk."
Just so,
Red-eyed
Up here, a hot
Sun rising glues sand
To burning skin with sweat.
Another stone is raised - a head drops,
Dwelling on it. Complicated is not
Chiseled here alongside
The river;we breed,
We stink,
We vanish
Into the sand like
Dung-beetles This is
The Old Kingdom and what is seen
As new is tomorrow's murderous sun.
We have more runes to carve.
We have grave issues
With an afterlife,
Period.
Notes:
Khufu: King and builder of The Great Pyramid.
The Old Kingdom: The time of pyramid building.
2700 - 2100 BC.
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
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Pyramids
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2015
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food pyramids, the gustatory embrace of cow eating senators
bucking their allies.
So maybe the consumption of steroid pesticides
truncates our ambition to swiftly move.
No matter, there's wheelchairs, elevators, and highways
to support the ride.
Its all hearsay but there's definitely
a hidden hand in school lunches.
Maybe ranting across the state assembly
to get their balding hairdoes in check
and write some worlds
that will help us understand our appetites
socio economic pyramids and parallel o grams in space.
I do like uncle sams green eggs and ham.
Let the world crash, start over again.
**** the student loans.
They dont put you in prison for office crimes.
Put your credit in the recycling center
Behold the mighty pyramids that stand beside the Nile.
The pyramids appear amid three hungry crocodiles
Who are swimming down the Nile in a hungry single file
As they eye an idle anglophile a mile down the Nile.
And in awhile these crocodiles, now three satisfied reptiles,
Reappear amid the pyramids with three horrid toothy smiles.
My blood straight from the earth;
so I scream louder,
All my life I been a victim to white powder.
Never ingesting but sometimes I question;
am I running from the devil
or moving fast from the reverend,
When I sit back in a session,
I blow a L for the Essence;
I wonder if my stresses out weigh God blessings.
Tell me lord is it blasphemy to ask what is you have for me
or
Should I keep running like athletes until you capture me.
If it's your will let it be done
I see now its gone be a long run,
but let me tell you what these fools have done.
They transcribe your word got us lost and absurd,
put dope in my hood to serve;
Got bodies bodies slump on curb.
I'm guilty too I guess but for different reasons
ether way it go for my people it's killing season.
One word synopsis
Poetic hypothesis
Foundation
on top of it
getting to the heart of it
Building and building
a life worth living
walls and ceiling
blessings with
misgivings
twiddly dinks
of a sphinx
and Nubian
ladies craved
naked cradling
princes as babies
White Jesus framed.
a boy called
first and
middle name.
A king to be
dirty are his feet.
clay for foundation
El Shaddai molded
from shackles, shacks
and hypertension
stop pretending
from a premises
he was owed
something
God had
already given.
Black dignity
redefined from
ancient times
We stood
inline with royalty
and the stars were
named by us.
That house
on the Nile
was architected
by us.
I claim my Egyptian heritage of
Love, rivers, healing
Geese fly high above our pyramids
Those rocks moved with magnetic
music
Light cascading through space
Thoth dances above our crowns
I sway beneath Amun-Ra
She-He caresses my auburn hair
a deepening of irises
it was my thunder and
my own blistering hands
Nile flows freely watching
Now my goddesses sit in their Merkaba’s
chanting around an eternal flame
carrying melodies of change
violined voices on violet strings
A million workers marched barefoot
through fields or furnaces
aligning cores below to above
Sirius clapped assent
urging me out into Space
Pyramid ! Triangle of my refuge
and direction
While above signs
watched my movement
up the Squinx
to a northern node
Bronzed arms encircle my hips
as Africa unites with Asia
I did not know that
in a Southern land I
would disembark to
crack hearts of steel
with spirals of crystalline carbon
a moment at Last Supper
I relived this teaching
Myrrh rained down to
anoint
My Heart was His-
Hers !
Reentry...481
I am the ancient
All of Them
having left all of you
each one of them,
7 ol' Kin...
came to Rumi within
and so now
we are all one again
Itz a
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https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/ancient-pyramids
Astounding wonders of the Earth
Statues that have stood the test of time
Ancient structures of pyramids
Seemingly a series of sequential steps
Others found on higher ground
Stony blocks, weight in tonnes
Hauled into place, workers of the great
Deep within a royal tomb
Gleaming smooth surface
Stripped of limestone covering
That of great measure
Preservation thereof, a mummy rests
Clothes and jewellery to the afterlife
Avid depths of chambers
Pyramid passage
Spiritual door
Ever-present, evermore
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
pink granite headstones
white cross above resting bones
down with Davy Jones
ashes thrown to the four winds
places death’s journey begins
where their spirit is
under massive pyramids
led by Osiris
not toward the Pearly Gates
where just Saint Peter awaits
stored in a grotto
angels singing vibrato
chanting staccato
entombed under earthen mounds
where their artifacts are found
still and decaying
all said to be awaiting
the Second Coming
coffins into the ground thrust
the next stage in dust to dust
Dear friends,
Please let me explain
I am normally gone
From the break of Spring
Until now...
Every year
I begin with a show
And in this year
As some might know
I began with a Bang!
Big orders on a scale
I have never seen...
And while my gratitude
Defies imagination
My solitude
Might lack an understanding...
And so a fun fact about me
Is that most might never see
Who I am...
I'm the right handed Jeweler
with a left handed Pen...
And I write
When I'm in sight of things...
So I'll be back
With a light type of 'hac'
To make creating with You...
Whole again.
There is never...
a bad wrap.
Between liking and disliking
While the reason being an arbitrator
But do you see the rift between
Sane and insane ?
That the privileged ones of the era today
Conveniently and keenly prefer to ignore
To differentiate between the two
For it is their lust for power (not prowess)
For it is their greed for grip (not random)
When the truth silently creeps between the duo.
They are skilled craftsman of beautiful lie
They are excellent spoliators in disguise
As the saying goes ‘ hay when it is sun ’
And for these magnificent ones
Any day is sunny day.
They open the gate of allurement
Lo, throng the crowd of odds and evens dull-witted
All of those underprivileged are roped-in
Here these magicians erect
Hypothetical mountain rise so high,
Hear the mighty illusionary oceans splash,
With hollow promise and assurances
All these wrapped in attractive packs
To gift away those poor souls
That never see a sun shine.
They are masters of your nation’s destiny
They want peace at all cost.
Not in the nation’s interest
But in their own interest,
They pledge to resort to anything
To achieve their goal of peace
Treachery, bribe, brutal force or divide and rule
They are not reluctant to avail any of these.
Y’know, they have the honour of dividing the nation
At the brink of communal line,
Here they play the game of emotion and passion
Followed by a mass blood-shed, rapes and mass exodus.
They would give you anything but freedom and liberty
Take all moons, stars, planets but peace,
The reward of your toil
Those starry twinkling sweat,
Not yours,
The blood that travels thousands of miles in your body
Again Not yours,
That salty water wailing out of sockets of your eyes,
That waif and stray tears,
That too Not yours.
It is they who are the masters of your blood, sweat and tears,
It is all because you have given them mandate to govern you,
To be more precise, to serve you.
Just who the mighty one can stop
Niro from playing flute
After city he sets ablaze !