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Who Art Thou?
Thou carriest me to distant clime, to Egypt in my mind.
I’m Cleopatra, naked. In thy folds, I solace find.
Thou art gentle, like sweet Antony. With body splayed, I lie
Upon thee in a valley, and above us is blue sky.
Those times, I come to visit thee with arms outstretched, for peace.
Other times, with steady strokes, I find in thee release.
Thou holdest me though I cut thee; thou art soothing like a balm.
I love thee when thou art able to flow, clear and calm.
At times, thou canst rage. On those days, I've no need of thee,
But other times I move within thee, working mightily.
And when my body’s spent, I leave thee for a while
Until I see thee next, and thou wilt be for me, my Nile.
This is a Thing!
A riddle poem for you, Rob
Egyptian goddess
impetuous and pompous
Cleopatra’s conquests
at history’s bequests
wielded a propensity
for dramatic intensity
She snared the great Marc Antony
lured him into salacious surreality
of whirlwind amorous insanity
their thirst for world domination
stirred a most legendary seduction
concocted in the heat of passion
From a cesspool of politics leveraging
exponential cunning and beguiling
struggles in a dance of supremacy
conniving betrayals with godlike fury
their superpower alliance
met all-consuming defiance
Unequaled legendary games fanatical
proving most problematical
honor deceit and lies tragic
loyalties and turmoil climactic
In the end love a destructive factor
with more than one malefactor
hearts hopelessly infatuated
suddenly freed and elated
finally devoid of grief and strife
bound to reunite in afterlife
Read on air by invitation ~ March 20, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021, 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022, Front Page Pick 2021
Mythological ruthless Cleopatra
Larger than life in 30 B.C.
Her Achilles’ heel being Mark Antony
His untimely death too much to bear
Solitarily confined in her mausoleum
Desperately recluse with her royal asp
Her only sanctioned confidente
Sole witness to her feverish distress
Through a night ever dark and bitter
Raging with unbearable emptiness
Kiss me Take me
In an embrace of death
Royal prince of the Nile
I give myself wholeheartedly
With consummate abandon
Kiss my eyes closed
Let me drift into a deep sleep
As you expedite me to my lover
Where we shall reign again
United in the afterlife
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on April 28, 2018 for contest ASP sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - RANKED 7TH
Cleopatra
Each morning before the songbirds,
she sings until her throat bleeds crimson.
A melody to meet the cries of women before her,
their memories spilling like rivers down her cheeks.
Her siren eyes painted with kohl, had burned with hunger
for territory. She claimed kingdoms like a man.
She bent empires beneath her will.
She fought as men do.
But history, cruel and callous, dared not
let her name linger. Not even the Nile whispers her elegy.
"Join me, Mark Antony," she bellows each night
But the roots wrap around her lifeless body
tightening their grip, pulling her deeper into the earth.
There once was a man named Galileo.
To him, scientific knowledge we owe.
He was the brainy inventor
who said, "the earth ain't the center."
I guess that was his basic ideo.
There was a lady named Cleopatra.
She was sad, so I said, "what's the matta?"
"Caesar was stabbed by a brute."
Then, Mark Antony said "You're cute!"
And Cleopatra said, "right back at 'ya."
You may remember Jiminy Cricket.
His puppet said, "I sure like to lick it".
He warned Pinocchio,
"Wherever you may go,
be very careful where you may stick it".
Jiminy Cricket's first lesson for you
is he coulda lived to a hundred two,
but the sign said "don't walk",
so he stood there to gawk.
Now, that's him on the bottom of your shoe.
Christopher Columbus thought the world, round.
The King of Spain, thought his mind, not sound.
The Queen said that what he states
convincingly penetrates.
Chris now has ships to sail the world, around.
Revised in two parts
Mysteries of Human Hairs I of II
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Hairs O’ hairs O’ lovely ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on 28.03 2012
CLEOPATRA
Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, the black beauty,
clever, erudite, great politician, attractive cutie.
Her exotic charisma and magnetic attraction
whelmed Julius Caesar to tie romantic relation.
Couple kept happy marital status
Till Caser was assassinated by Brutus.
Strong seduction of Cleopatra compelled Mark Antony
to fall in love and make a knot of matrimony.
01/11/19
First Place
' A BRIAN STRAND JULY' Contest by Brian Strand
To me I saw you
you are still there
as beautiful
to be in the presence
of you.
Making all my stars fly
a summers day
to kiss you
all my dreams
even to the end
My rose
unless it gathers thorns
Like Cleopatra.
I want to be your Mark Antony
forever yours
into words
As my life passes us by
never forget the love
I have for you.
A real dream
made for a reason
It is so special
I can never find
the right words
until now.
You who suffocates my heart
The circle of my life
who has the very keys
beautiful to me as a rose
my eclipse.
my very own heart
broken in all
that a woman
should be
forever beautiful
Hieroglyphs and Holograms
A hieroglyph
Precise but brief
presentation
of terms as icon
symbol, sign,
picture, design
or pictograph
covers enough.
Hieroglyphic
version referred
Egyptian
as Luwian
language
in ancient age.
thought as purity
from antiquity.
Hologram
Precise but firm
3-D image
of modern age.
Photographic
pattern specific
by Laser beam
flashed on theme.
Scattered light
should fall right
on medium dot
to imprint prompt.
06/08/216
Hieroglyphs and Holograms Contest
Sponsor Antony Slausen
“O Judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.” Willian Shakespeare (from Julius Caesar, spoken by Marc Antony)
The pendulum of time has swung,
From yester years when virtues ruled.
When love of country and of God
were welcomed guests in human hearts.
Today man’s liberated soul
has fled the cage of virtues ways,
In quest of boundless happiness
the trophy of progressiveness.
Enticed by freedom’s vaunted vow,
to help him reach the Promised Land,
the destination man has sought,
and for which many wars were fought.
At long last man has reached his goal
and settled safe on Shinar’s plains.
He’s built his Babel’s towers tall,
with tops that reach up to the skies.
Man’s Promised Land like Sodom’s vale
is filled with what his lustful heart craves.
Science serves up the miracles,
and technology the top toys.
The land is ruled by lustful lords,
disguised as man’s benefactors.
They gather data much like gold,
which yields them great wealth when it’s sold.
The citizens of this fair land
are fascinated with their toys.
They are engrossed in mindless games,
and pleasures that weaken the brain.
Instead of boundless happiness,
man has become bored with pleasure.
The great explosion of knowledge
produced educated imbeciles.
The media tell man what to think,
therefore, his brain, like muscle shrinks.
The information overload
makes his mind a muddled mess.
The loss of reason is the goal,
of those who seek to rule man’s soul.
To make man an automaton
is the solution science seeks.
The pendulum of time has swung,
and man, his sad swan song has sung.
events have not turned out as planned,
and he is stuck in La La Land.