welcome to macho picchu built in urabamba, peru
lovely archeological site major andes mountain delight
her engineering is unique, inca family do you seek?
possible mausoleum face. pachacutec’s final resting place
rainforest’s easy proximity, exotic fruit anonymity
healing herbs, colorful feathers and butterflies
macho picchu points the way to righteous skies
a lovely place to visit, where your spirit will gladly rise.
ECSTASY
O morning breeze of West and South Asia
Let my soul sip sherbet
From your breasts like lily of the Incas
Nightingale of the night,
The aroma of your voice,
So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath
Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody
And your sable tresses ,
Full of Flowers of Taif
Whose fragrance,
Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs
Lull my inner sorrows to repose
Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul ,
In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you - please do not forsake me !
Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura
Wear them!
Your curvy body I yearn to see
Into your heart's prison,
I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation
With your love,
Neither world nor family is needed
For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.
Riding stormy winds to the past
To find out how we lost our way
How long did the great ones last
Mayans left their pyramids where trees sway
We are left to ponder the whys
As vines constrict their ruins
Incas left their calling card in the mountains
A vast empire now left to the clouds
Winds take me to the Roman empire
They were great indeed but now their ruins decay
Deserted coliseums tell the story
As they crumbled under wars and strife
The winds return me to the present
It journeyed on, it did not stay
But I heard it whisper before it left;
'Once again they've lost the way'!
8-17-2022
Inti, the Sun God, was happy always
Moon deferred to him in all kinds of phase.
Incas pussyfooted under his gaze.
He ruled Mexico in the good old days
The priests and alpacas met Inti’s gaze.
Mita system was society’s craze.
Children of twelve were not allowed to laze.
Boys herded llamas and alpacas for days.
Girls gathered plants for medicines and glaze.
Inca society will simply amaze
Conquering others whose children are slaves.
Elfish eyes
Airplane goggles
Sky turtles
New Mexico
Incas Mayans
Peru’s Stonehenge
Archeologists
Extraterrestrials
World grid
Alien airports
Mythology
Alien artifacts
Giants’ skeletons
New Mexico
Power caves
Atlantis
Bermuda triangle
Vortex
Wormhole
Elfish eyes
Blinking space ships
What makes a word?
Who made each word?
Someone had to, right?
It may have been Adam and Eve.
Or perhaps they sat around staring at apples and fig leaves.
Maybe they hummed, and marched and sang nonsense songs.
Maybe they started making words out of sheer boredom and desperation
TREE Adam said, pointing. APPLE Eve argued, being a woman.
The cavemen might have been the first to make up words.
They would have started from grunts probably.
UMMMMMMMMMMMM made more often while eating
Soon turning to YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
The Incas, Mayas and Aztecs might have been the first to use words.
Because they were a bit more advanced. Maybe arguing about it at first
But rapidly giving in to the high priests who somehow became the ones
To convince them to sacrifice a virgin for the crops each year.
They probably had to develop words to be persuasive.
Can you imagine our day without words?
I cannot even imagine a day without typing
Or writing something…
There are stars in place for the planets and moons,
to see how to dance.
So the wolf and the damsel, can share a kiss under.
Stars for a child to twinkle, twinkle to,
Not the Hollywood fading kind of stars,
But the celestial kind.
Stars used by Merlin, the Incas,
and a traveler through the cosmos.
Stars that are needed,
for different kinds of souls;
A messiah,
a navigator,
a time traveler,
or wishers who wish as they may,
when they see a star for the first time in the evening.
An astronomer,
an astronaut,
or an conquering band of aliens from thirty thousand,
star light years away.
Stars that were made,
for that ancient thinker,
that couldn’t help but consider,
who made them,
and where did they come from.
These stars were gathered and combined,
to create a great power,
to light the universe.
But above all, stars were given to us,
by the creator, to remind us,
that we are not alone.
When sharks kill people we go hunt them,
though the sea's not our home, it is theirs,
and when we trespass and get kicked in the ass
do the same thing to Lions and bears.
The Aztecs fell foul of the Spanish,
the Incas wiped out by them too,
later Western marauders extended their borders
and took out Commanche and Sioux.
On the side of the Pioneer space probe
you'll find a gold anodized plaque,
in the 70's we sent it, to you we have lent it
but one day we would like it back.
The plaque has a man and a woman,
man's hand raised in peace as you'll see,
but when we cross new frontiers
I think that my main fear
is you won't understand irony.
Sacred Lake Titicaca
High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.
A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to fresh water snails dozing in the sun;
rainbow trout and other colorful fish are found
as sunlight reflects golden on the lake’s horizon.
Flocks of snowy egrets among the rare totora reed
share this natural habitat with slate-gray Andean coots,
snowy egrets, and white-tufted grebes diving for feed,
while parrots scratch their heads perched on mangrove roots.
Sounds of nature overcome the silence of twilight,
as huge water frogs on lily pads croak their lullabies.
The black-crowned night heron forages in the dying light,
and gloomy catfish float underground for a tasty prize.
Incas believed that when their time on earth was done,
the mystical clear blue water was a portal to the stars,
and into the depths of Titicaca, their spirits would return,
to reunite with their gods and venerable ancestors.
05-25-2017
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Machu Picchu
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2015
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"Lost City Of The Incas"
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground.
The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere;
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds,
long gone are the conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos
Our nights look yellow with the clouds so dirty in the air,
You couldn't prove theres a moon, if anyone cares.
Korea is black down the old river bed,
Austrailia is now on backwards and our nights skies are red
Russia is our answer but I can't Now get there.
We followed the Incas and our river went dead,
The Astecs fought for the river and we all lost our heads.
Mexicos water will never be the same,
My methods will be harsh and unheard of glory again my name.
TOGETHER
We were one, brothers in continents
We were alike, humans in this world
Millions ages ago, we trek together
You the lovely Maya,Incas and Menorah's
You the friendly Chin, Malay and ...........
Paying homage to each in the past centuries, we love
Yes. It is true,I remembered
The great treks from Amazonia through Sahel to Himalaya
We rested in the overgrowth's of Borneo
Those nights we hunt together
Those dawns we worship together
The tree Idols, the Sun, the Moon and the crop gods
That is the blood of brotherliness in us
Warriors of Asanja,
The keepers of the sacred covenants.
True brothers, true humans
Never depart and let not us
Our journey is near to end
Let be together and not asunder
To pray our last.
Call to Amadioha, Chukwu and Onyankopong
As smokes of burnt sacrifices rises high
As those olden days
Calling to him, that shadow of our messenger
To go and see the master for us.
When the tender dawn awakes
I sit on the crossroads of life
A basket full of daffodils
And a song bird by my side
My gypsy blood sings
Giving me golden wings
Across the mountain I fly
Searching peace and love
And when a vale or meadow
That I find enchanting
My gypsy blood sings
Giving me golden wings
The open sky, the open road
Is what I call home
Between the trees, around the swamp
Where dark eyed maidens dance and charm
My gypsy blood sings
Giving me golden wings
Along the watery paths
Where ships on silver slide
I visit ancient tombs
Of prophets and seers
My gypsy blood sings
Giving me golden wings
I learn wisdom from the Incas
And partake in the dance along the Nile
But when the shadows darken
I return to my mystical fire
My gypsy blood still sings
Giving me golden wings
The Dodgers are in LA.
How are you boys doing today?
The Giants moved to Frisco.
Is that something you did not know?
There is many a familiar face.
I have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police use mace?
Did we beat the Russians in the space race?
Yes, this is a filibuster.
Have you heard of George Armstrong Custer?
He and his men we must mourn.
They met their demise at the Little Big Horn.
Who is married to Elizabeth Taylor?
Where can I find a Vicks Inhaler?
You have heard of Norman Mailer.
He wrote the book “The Naked and the Dead”
With wine, do you prefer white or red?
How about a bottle of rose instead?
Which goes well with pizza and pepperoni?
What kind of sauce is good with macaroni?
I think you know where to find Macchu Picchu.
Those are excavated ruins in Peru.
The Incas lived in South America.
No longer do they rule in that area.
Well, I believe that is enough for your ear.
Do not worry if what I said was not clear.
As lawmakers, we must persevere.
Let us discuss serious business here.
This is how most of our elected officials spend their time in Congress
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