Best Sphinx Poems
Her feline grace reclined,
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst
in shaded groves they court with lies.
These men fell power drunk
tripping on love’s wine;
its tang turned acrid
as they lapped the poisoned vine.
The once green forest cinder,
no water for the lake was dry,
The valley’s burnt to ashen gray
and all She kissed have died.
After: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 3
Kim Patrice Nunez
09 January 2016
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which
agelessly gather stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God into manifest
luminosity becoming your words on lion
bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles
making prolific progress patterns filled
with steely grit, come now release
agitated ages of bygone bitters to
prick or paddle dimensions where
appled anemones sing my stare into song to
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable
unsullied forevermore
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
(She with face inscrutable as the Sphinx.)
Although she was nay forthright,
Shakespeare wast somewhat polite,
But saw through her nefarious high jinks!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Sphinx
inscrutable, mysterious
perplexing, mystifying, awe-inspiring
statue, ancient, pharaoh, limestone
striking, stunning, bewildering
mythical, enigmatic
egypt
Date written and posted: 03/24/2018
For years I lingered in desert sands
Trying to understand the reason for my being.
Looking upon the age-old Sphinx, wondering
When, where, why and how was our beginning
Even made possible?
Sun-baked,
Together on bended knees we
Stared into the eternity of the sun
Rising like a giant orange
Gum
Drop
Over the River Nile and lands beyond.
For a few moments it felt good
To be so far gone. Lost
In the reverie of an ancient moment
Uncertain as to whom or what I am
But contentedly accepting the thought that
Like the Sphinx, reason is occasionally void of reason
Or so I understand.
Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks?
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!
Mamma said the Sphinx head was made from barley
Which Papa stole from the Mars harvest with Charlie
And if you look real close
Especially at the nose
It resembles a picture of Bob Marley
Was that Sphinx head on Mars
Or some prisoner behind bars
Seems like a mutated face
Of a different race
Like human parts in doctor’s jars
She's always there; a watchful, window-sphinx
whose eyes show distances far wider than
the span of concrete gardens growing ink-
like shadows spilled from soles of driven men.
Young lovers bloom on promise sown in cracks
as if their laughter might defeat the ache
of urban architectures that collapsed
around the coffins over which she's prayed.
Her face, an epitaph of chiseled stone,
each letter etched- a longing to escape
the inner loneliness, her thoughtful throne
above the passions grown in city-scapes.
I captured sorrow in her photographs
but I would trade them all to hear her laugh.
To find this plotted face that makes me ponder
That raises palms, my own, on either hand
I'll hold a constellation of small conclusions
While coming forth with wise solutions
She taunts me, yet, indeed with ancient riddles
Of mere coincidence, or majestic plan
The likeness climbs the vulnerable mind
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
There is delight in the wonder of obscurity
Your Highness, the Triads of the Milky Way galaxy “Planet Earth”
Have evidence of Your “GRAND” - Grand - Father’s” ‘“ E T E R N I T Y “ ‘
As Your Shrine Shines in the heat of a desolate “Forbidden Dessert of Life”
Crumbled , broken, eroding “ The Shrine of Your Beloved “ FOREFATHERS “
I as YOUR Servant : as the Knowledge , YOU bestowed upon my “Foreheads’ “
The Triads have advanced ; their technology today equals Yours of “ History “
How long before they realize ; the devastation they avoid : they also “Created”
Shall they think they have found the “ Forever answer “ to Eternal, Everlasting “
How do YOU tell them that the Dreams they Dared to Dream, were not “Reality”
Know that they can see the “T R U TH“, in Death, not the DEATH of Your “TRUTH”
The third Planet from the Sun ; we call the “ Raven Star “ unraveling it’s destiny
As they did to the Lineage of YOUR “GRAND - Grand - Father’s” “ANCESTRY”
Will they SURVIVE?, Will they See, Know, Speak and PRAY TO their “GOD”
Do they learn to LOVE one another, to Help each other? To keep History “ALIVE?”
“So VERY SAD to say ; My Friend , they do not Find the Key to EVERLASTING LIFE”
Author's Note : This POEM was Inspired by Two of My Favorite POETESSES
Carol Brown ( My MENTOR ) for Her Contest "STORY TIME " I dedicate this to YOU
Carolyn Devonshire ( My TEACHER ) for Her Contest "Sphinx Head on Mars?
Dedicated with LOVE to my POETESS LAUREATE "CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE"
SPHINX
“What’s it all about? –
Existence variety
What’s the mystery
Humans eagles reptiles fish?”
“Easy It’s all about life”
The Sphinx, an early Egyptian god
With head of a man and feline’s bod
Was a helpless kind of deity
Of no use to priest or laity.
God was angered by the golden calf,
But the silly sphinx just made him laugh,
A toy to toss to nearest stars
To land at last on Planet Mars.
It lies there in nonentity
A rock without identity
Forgotten with other rocks around it
Until technological camera found it.
.
For Carolyn's Sphinx contest
won 6th place
SPHINX
you silent riddle
of the lion stars
ancient in mystery
staring at omega
in a terrible patience
stone eyes are fixed
at civilization fractures
ground down by hubris
all human history's here
in these stinging sands
stone maned lion
symbol of king solitude
patient as a Bedouin
tending his camel
such appetite for code
unbroken in timeless
stare hinting fury is near
awaiting a new born
generator of myths
even in techno-chaos
you are in our midst
patient as a caravan
tented under stars
Stone Sahara Lion
image cut from ages
his appetite is time
his labor enigma
outlasts the flesh
as grinding sands
hums some meaning
in a stone head dream
of secret revelations
harboring a shadow
cast over our future
by Charles Eastland
from: The Car Has Ears - Selected Poems
by Charles Eastland - Amazon Kindle eBook
In the hot sands do you stand
Crouched on all four
Waiting to devour the wanderer
In search of Truth
The babes of the Jews escaped your fists
So you stand there with your nose in bits