Far into these stones of silences
soft in the smell of history
from watery chaos to cosmic egg
whose return to words I am waiting for?
We are delivered by myths
where lay our old fever of love.
Time and the boat, victories and losses
the rise and fall in the Nile water.
There I may meet King Menes on a late summer night
when centuries drift to hold a larger life
This sleep is a book where I meet
Colossi of Memnon in the silence and noise.
My fears of losing receive no one.
My unwarranted fulfilments of tomorrows
are bare faces of lives connected somewhere before,
lives disconnected without reasons.
Now I stand among flurry desires
in the gates of the ruined Mortuary temple.
These ruins are my own like my faiths.
How can I forget all I hold
before I go for a long sleep?
Categories:
colossi, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Ancient guardian of the sacred essence,
You wander through the taciturn void of slumbering souls
Where the shadow of truth gravely trickles into hieroglyphs,
An affection imprinted,
Upon the white colossi, cloaked in moss, who once
Reflected in faith lofty secrets,
The signatures of visionaries of yore
Howl an ode to knowledge,
Then beg, like an elixir, the heart of endless vigil
To chant a resurrection,
A living codex of verbs deeply carved into existence
To break free from the frame of a retouched chrysalis
With perilous oaths to tear the veil of stagnation,
To rekindle the polar flame of evergreen truth
In leaps unfolding from sidereal numbness
Illumination pleads for a reborn symphony
Truth with fresh breath –
That antagonizes a caravan of unforeseen revelations
That sows new causes for renewed deeds
In the sanctuary of the heart that waits with open embrace.
Categories:
colossi, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
......................Plink:plink:pling!...................?ah doo:ah doo: ah Doo!..........
Colossi of Memnon oh ye ah, the size and eminis and emormous importance.........Oh ye Corcovado hill, The skie speaks to the people......Whoomp:whoomp;whoomp; Whoomb!
Cry for the People oh people
Satan scripts your way.They speak you antisocal, because you knowest not what they speak. Cry oh ye ppeople everyday.The sort though they build walls in skies
were lighting strikes
and Valentines are sweetest together but they wish thee apart, Cry oh ye people Cry!" Plinka:plinka:Plung!
Love is Sweeter together.
Woman I...
Woman I.....
I love you>>>>>>>
Surest as anyone
could love a Woman.
I lovest You!
The skies shall move to bring us together
Oh istest Me!
Woman I love You.....
Moring Glory I cherish thee
Evening Sun The Day between.
Might we marry to be as one
To Cherist most
We love as One.
A man Ask's his Lover to Co-sign for him to purchaase 3-d Printer!
He wishes to start a business with his Machine.
He sang this song to her with an orchestra
hoping it would get her in the Mood for being businessminded!
Categories:
colossi, business, culture, music, myth,
Form: Ballade
Qi and phi,
Murder and hijinx.
Averting worth to silence the clink.
Yet it is there; impaled through the chink in my armor made of kinks.
I'm a topological quantum knot; if my thoughts were anymore entangled, I couldn't think.
Too much or less would be false so no waltz.
Assaulting the heedless mind with hyperbole or nulling it with apathetic faults.
Adapted with facts fabricated by clocks.
By this insult, I assert a Ballista of rage and riposte.
That acts as a swift handed counter attack.
Tit for tat with the Colossi; in opposition to gargantuan adverts.
As such, I am tasked with being poise and strategic in the face of futility.
But that is what the hero does in every fable; as such it is fitting for mine.
Wielding qi and phi with guile, so be it when my time is nigh.
Categories:
colossi, allegory, analogy, courage, death,
Form: Epitaph
The Tsar
Bronze Titan, the Leviathan
our Empress Anna's child
borne incandescent from the pit
Tsar Kolokol I'm styled.
Stand inside me, hear your voice
for thou shalt not hear mine
intended once for time of war
not praise to the Divine.
Such arrogance a curse since led
to each of us, the three
by God's command to never hang
and mark the centuries.
Both forged in fire, destroyed by fire
their fate my brothers two
their skins and souls redeemed once more
to fashion me, anew.
Unknown, too, their ignominy
was forged into this shell
and I too returned to the pit
the third dark Angel fell.
Colossi for four hundred years
exalted now I stand
for everybody knows of me
although I never rang.
For Contest 'For whom the bell tolls', sponsor Debbie Guzzi
July 28th 2015
Categories:
colossi, music,
Form: Rhyme
The sun-bleached exoskeletons
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
In a former age they stood tall,
grandiose to all passerby’s
but they too are dead to recall
their once impressive colossi.
Eventually these remains
will meet their final destinies:
to fall-never to rise again-
among forgotten progenies;
yet many springs have passed since then
each sprouted trees, time and again.
Categories:
colossi, nature,
Form: Verse