Stars form patterns to Ancient's Zodiac.
Creatures emerge, especially the snake.
Mayan watchers see the serpent go back,
Back into the earth at Equinox break.
What portends, only prophesies can make.
Past the temple is Astronomer's dome.
There prophets see futures where the stars roam.
Categories:
chichen, places,
Form: Rhyme Royal
In Chichen Itza, Mexico
stands a Myan pyramid-
built for snake god,
Kukulkan, their feathered deity.
Wonder Of The World-
with mystery, this temple
echoes spirit bird callings-
strange sounds, enigma bound.
Visitors clap their hands-
hear the responsive chirps
of the Quetzal bird
representing the Mayan soul.
This spirit, trilling from
the Pyramid of Kukulkan,
answers in revered sounds-
through their sacred bird.
Categories:
chichen, bird, mystery, sound, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
What if we lost, the Great Pyramid of Giza?
What if it collapsed, the Roman Coliseum?
What if the Great Wall of China, was suddenly gone?
The Hagia Sophia...was nothing but a song.
What if Stone Henge, had never been found?
The Machu Picchu...laid deep underground.
What if the Taj Mahal, had only been a dream?
The Great Empire State Building...fell apart at the seams.
What if the Golden Gate Bridge, was not there to cross?
The Victoria Falls...dried up with no cause.
What if no eyes, were ever laid on the Great Barrier Reef?
The CN Tower...fell flat at our feet.
Try to imagine the Chichen Itza, with no morning sun.
That the old city of Jerusalem...had never been done.
What if the Aurora Borealis, had never been there?
The Grand Canyon walls...were all flat and bare.
For all of these wonders, how sad would it be.
If none of them were here, for the whole world to see.
With a heartfelt sigh and one teary sniff.
I sit and I wonder...what if.
Categories:
chichen, absence, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Oil stains on canvas,
thumbprints on the frame,
the price dangling from the bottom
on a string and paper tag.
Sculpture in the corner,
penguin eggs in clay,
all piled in a random pattern
on a plate made of glass.
Gallery.
Lithography landscapes,
black and white on gray,
resigned against a cedar backdrop
like a stage before a show.
Gallery… in gallery.
If I can keep an open mind,
messages in crumbs of bread,
engaging what’s been left behind
might sweep the cobwebs
from my head… in my head.
Quetzalcoatl rising,
navigating space,
the last Chichen Itza villager
mundane in photograph.
Gallery… in gallery.
If I can keep an open mind,
messages in crumbs of bread,
engaging what’s been left behind
might sweep the cobwebs
from my head… in my head.
Gallery… in gallery.
Categories:
chichen, art, history, imagery, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
The world has not ended though the penitents wait
at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace.
Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate
perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace.
Life is a process, a circular affair
from the time of Roman's predictions have flared
Pope's, pagans and shamans, none have been proved right
Let us all move forward in joy not in fright.
The world has not ended by meteorites fall
though oceans have risen and volcanoes flow.
The ground itself quakes but to no avail
life's bounty on Earth brings an endless tableau.
No planetary alignment ended our days.
No global plague has changed our miscreant malaise.
Truly this watery refuge gifts surprise
as with each nights end the sun doth ever rise.
Categories:
chichen, history, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Rispetto