Best Tut Poems
The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.
They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.
Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.
Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.
''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?
Don't all shout at once.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
TUT-FUV-YABIX.
Tut-fuv-yabix is a dirty old hog
who eats nothing but rubbish
and sleeps under a log.
Then one day a friend happened by
Come out old Tut-fuv-yabix no need to be shy.
It's just me your pal,
Yossi's my name, you once shared your rubbish
may I do the same?
Tut-fuv-yabix quickly come see,
I've brought lots of rubbish come share it with me.
There's rotten apples and soggy bread covered in mould.
Come on Tut-fuv-yabix do as your told.
It's rotten but tasty dine with me you should.
Then we can both wallow in the dirty old mud.
Tut-fuv-yabix please, come from under your log
come and enjoy you dirty old hog.
But Tut-fuv-yabix looked at Yossi, as if Yossi should know.
I'll dine with you Yossi, but then you must go.
I'll not share my bath of old mud, as I'm not too well
I don't feel so good.
So Yossi my pal I thank you, I do.
Come back tomorrow and we can wallow in that old muddy goo.
tune could not carry
horrible sound would vary
and also very
latest scuttlebutt
trump should keep his big mouth shut
bury with King Tut
they will realize
after hearing all the cries
forgot my french fries
peter forgot to pay paul
when he slipped in shower stall
out from had to haul
many need to feed
must have a group who agreed
should no longer speed
stock market did dive
many hard times would arrive
with God should survive
Young king Tut, time honoured pharaoh
In rage, deaf like the sea, with fires impatience
Boy king worshipped as a God
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Buried with skill not food for worms
But time for him grants a heavier doom
Sir, ‘tis a letter for your eyes only, oddly, ‘tis a brown envelope used?”
—“Pray tell, why did you say, oddly, madame?”
“It hails from the palace, a place of dignity, but to forward itself a respite with commonality, breeds a different sort.”
—“Ah! That explains that (holding the unopened envelope in his hand raised), for across our channel is abuzz, as war wreaks havoc beyond our shores, I beg that I be naught caught by any challenges, as an announcing envelope may hail an affront at my very doorsteps. Plainly, it draws none to wonder, for it lacks interest for the few who seek cover from our English weather, their ruse.“
“Really, here in England!”
—”That madman is naught an idiot, but diabolical. Give him no measure, for he’ll want more without end, for that’s his intent. Our nation has long been at risk, and I fear that the contents of this envelope may ripen our unsheathed souls to hail victory in its due course.”
“I dislike war.”
—”Madame, it's naught the matter of ‘dislike or like’, nevertheless, it’s a matter of our very survival that will purpose our furtherance of our ‘likes or dislikes’, their proper argument to entertain our future.”
“Maybe, the palace seeks peace.”
—”If it be so, then I challenge that ‘word’ with its homophone and not homonym from that depressing madman, with due respect, madame.”
“Well, open it, sir, for the king awaits—I trust—for an answer?”
—”Very well, tut-tut. Hm, I’m asked to be the next Prime Minister!”
“Oh my, and what of Chamberlin?”
—”He will probably be a thorn in my rose; unfortunately, it is rumored, yet prepared will I be, to exchange it with a lily. Well, I am off to the palace and there will I see that purplish king, or brown if it be so hush-hush.”
(In working progress)
In the ancient lands of Egypt, now no longer the upper and the lower kingdoms, but the united New Kingdom established by the new Pharoah Akhnaten, after the passing of his older brother. He began abolishing the gods of Egypt and replaced them with a single god named Aten. He began his rule as the rumored Heretic King. His wife of great beauty was named, Queen Nefertiti, and their firstborn was young Prince Tut.
In the wee hours of the summer solstice, a cry rings out, heard throughout the great sacred palace, alerted servants and the Queen awakes, and they quicken their pace to the room of his royal highness, Prince Tut. Enters the Queen.
Queen Nefertiti: "The dream visits my son?"
Prince Tut: "Yes, mother. You there, summon my father."
A servant hesitates to awaken the Pharoah himself.
Prince Tut: "Mother, need I repeat myself, for she refuses to obey?"
Queen Nefertiti: "Of course not my son, be at peace. You there, what is your name?"
Memneht: "I am the hand-maiden, Memneht, my sacred Queen."
Queen Nefertiti: "Why have you disobeyed my son's command, such will be the pain of death!"
Memneht: "For I have fear of the Pharoah, my Queen."
Queen Nefertiti: "There is enough of fear here, go and do as my son commands!"
2019 September 17
Ich will es ihr echt gönnen auch wenn es vlt eh zu spät ist aber es tut weh
Es tut weh sie aufzubauen
Es tut weh wenn man bemerkt das sie die Chance hatte die ich immer wollte
Es tut weh das sie sie nicht nutze weil sie es nicht wusste
Es tut weh über jemanden zu weinen der einen nicht einmal richtig beachtet
Es tut weh alle Glücklich zu sehen wenn man Selbst am Boden ist
Es tut weh wenn er jeden beachtet außer mich
Es tut weh das ich dachte das er für uns beide unerreichbar ist doch es eigentlich nur für mich ist
Es tut weh mit ihm Augenkontakt zu halten und nicht komplett zu zerfallen
Es tut weh das ich dachte ich könnte mich durch andere von ihm ablenken
Aber am meisten tut es weh das ich mich für sie freuen will und es nicht kann
Ich bin nicht selbstlos genug im die Worte die ich schreibe wirklich vom Herzen kommen zu lassen und zu meinen
Ich hasse mich dafür
Ich hasse es das sie selbstlos genug wäre und mir das Glück der Erde geben würde selbst wenn das für sie bedeutet das sie darauf verzichten müsste
Ich liebe ihn aber sie noch viel mehr und das macht es so verdammt kompliziert
Why do I have these mixed feelings
When you are near?
I still think of you
And still want you here.
I messed up and I hurt you
I don't want to do it again.
I try to forget about us
And what we had just began.
I let myself hurt you.
I killed our relationship.
I let selfishness come over me.
I didn't know I was just making my heart rip.
I hate this feeling
Of not knowing what to do.
Should I leave or stick around?
Because I fell in love with you...
Es tut mir leid...
Flowers in a pot
all unreal except one
think all are plastic
King Tut was too young
magnificent burial
worshiped by many