Long Cleopatra Poems
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Romeo and Juliet
Their love prompted their society to fret
And led to their suicidal death
In one of the greatest love stories yet
Lancelot and Guinevere
They had an adulterous love affair
Which demonstrated very clear
Her unfaithfulness to her husband dear
Paris of Troy and Helen
In his love for her he was so smitten
This led to his country's ruin
And also cost the lives of many men
Anthony and Cleopatra
He followed in the footsteps of Caesar
Who was also her son's father
And he made this foreign queen his lover
Samson and Delilah
He was well known as a strong warrior
Until she became his barber
After which he lost his strength and power
David and Bathsheba
Through loving her, he became a sinner
And turned into a murderer
Despite his image as a great ruler
Shah Jahal and Mumtaz Mahal
Among his wives he loved her best of all
Their love he made monumental
And embodied it in the Taj Mahal
(Apropos Of Our Virtuous Queens)
Sitting here in the beauty
of the blackness of night
my mind and its spirit
are spiritually
and geo-physically drawn
up into the reflections
of the full moon
and companion constellations
all surrounded by beautiful black
holes filled with the light of eternity.
Collecting myself
and returning terrestrially,
my focus returns to earth’s
grounded hued beauty—
resurrecting the illumination
of your own hued beauty—
a hued beauty that is almost
beyond mere words.
For yours is beyond
the perceptions of
Cleopatra; beyond
the subjective/objective
beholder’s eyes;
indeed, your beauty rivals
even that of Nefertiti’s: physical,
spiritual, and given wisdom.
Your beauty my queen is
not merely of the eye but is
seen by the heart and integrity
of the spirit; pregnant with joy,
happiness, and inspirational love;
yes, your beauty is as that of she
known in certain circles as
“The Queen of the South;
a beauty that is scripturally penned
by Sheba, herself: “I am black…[and]…
comely…O ye daughters of…
checks…comely with rows of jewels…
neck…of gold.”
Oh how blessed
we are brethren, with
mothers, “grands”, wives,
daughters, and beautiful
extended-family, vitreous
black-hued women; indeed,
to God be the glory
for the beautiful jewels
bestowed upon the souls
of the blessed you and me.
"We can't ever fathom,
when the ceasing flicker of hope
flutters away,
and
escapes to an
endless forest;
the only charm in this
spellbound life is,
to chase that
scarred saffron second
and hue it with our own
enchanting light..."
As the fiddling
crescent basks
in this reborn moonrise,
I slowly blanket
my soul with
shivering sighs
of frozen stars,
as they trickle
down my lungs
and echo a
scentless spring,
where oceans
yearn to feel
the kiss of
floral zephyrs,
tickling their
turquoise sirens.
Perhaps,
I was once a
lifeless snowdrop,
a stygian silhouette
of midnight which
wrapped those
neon skies,
as black ice
melted in cores,
when pain became
my melancholic
soulmate and no
philosopher's stone
could turn this
solemn melody,
into sapphire ruins
of remedy.
Since my spirit
has hibernated
in this crystal castle -
I've been waltzing
in a wondering,
did my eyes
loose their dazzle
and become mere
colourless dots
of an oil pastel
portrait, as
this quill turned
vengeful for
its own spirit?
Did I break
my own heart,
by watering the
macabre of miracles?
Fading in
marigold mangroves
that whisper to
my delicate muse,
I feel the breaths
of mirthful wingbeats,
ricocheting and
making me swoon
over a pedestal of
pure sunrays.
Have I always
been this alive,
where these pulses,
reverberating
in my chestnut skin,
could wake me up
from the crestfallen
slumber?
Now, as these
topaz horizons
unfold their
golden carpet,
embroidered with
velvet peonies
and silk carnations,
I slowly bloom,
with a princess-cloak
of fluffy feathered
petals, resting
upon the crown of
emerald leaves,
bathed in chic
chocolaty lakes, as,
~ an empyrean lotus.
So, reminisce me
evermore, as an
imperfect lyric
of a dusky
peach pixie,
leaving footprints
of faith in a
muddy reverie,
for, on the
bluebell crest
of lush earth,
reigns this
rosy Cleopatra,
rhyming with
jeweled perfumes
of tomorrow.
Chalk
She is a rainbow of colours inside a black and white TV.
She is dancing in the streets of Paris with gaiety.
She is eloquence unnecessary, for she is perfect for me.
She is grace beyond call;
She is sympathy to misery.
She is what you would never expect her to be.
She is here; she is with me.
She is the One who would make Cleopatra suffer from envy.
She is beauty, she is tragedy, she is my remedy.
She is all things to me.
She is lost in a wish that may never be.
She is hoped for more than you could ever imagine.
She is an artist, she is relevant and she is necessary.
She is beauty personified…
Paint a chalk outline of me.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Brutus said to Cicero, “Hang on, let me get this straight-
A Hypernym's a collective noun?” “No, no”, said Cicero, “wait-
I'll give you an example if you let me have a minute,
'Weapon' is a Hypernym and all the hardware in it,
the swords, tridents, ballistas that are used by Roman forces
are Hyponyms, component parts, but not including horses”.
“By Jupiter! I've got it now!'” young Marcus Brutus yelled.
“Like Galantine” Cicero averred, “it finally has gelled.
I told you I could make it clear, Nullifidian no longer,
so Quid pro Quo- get out your purse and pay my invoiced Wonga”.
“ But what's an Antonym” said Brutus, “thought I'd throw that at ya”
“It's your best mate” sighed Cicero, “who married Cleopatra”.
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
From the very moment that all of this started
The skies opened up the Red sea it parted
God took a rib from out of the man
And that is when all of the fun began
God don't make ugly girls
From beauty without to beauty within
God don't make ugly girls
And it's been that way from the beginning
He certainly had it right with Cleopatra
A beauty Queen, Royalty flattered
As men were fighting to win over her love
God in His wisdom from up above
Knows that he don't make ugly girls
From beauty within to beauty without
God don't make ugly girls
With that there is never a doubt
Mother Teresa in all of her glory
Did what was asked of the Father in her selfless story
Shinning a light for all to see
Giving her all for downtrodden humanity
Cause God don't make ugly girls
Never even tried it out cause he doesn't know how
God don't make ugly girls
From their beauty within to their beauty without
Showing throughout history
The beauty of woman is here to please
Truly a beauty to behold
From the glamour of young to the wrinkle of old
God don't make ugly girls
The beauty within you can't do without
God don't make ugly girls
And that my friend is what I'm talking about
My Egyptian queen
when you walked into my life time stood still
waves of bliss,
as you flip your long flowing hair .
My Egyptian queen
black strands are what I envision
come, take a ride with me on this,
loves first expedition.
Dangerously seductive and beautiful,
powerful, my jazzy-bell, I should be fleeing
my attraction grows
but you belong to me..
My Egyptian queen
in your eyes I see no weakness
all I see is power, your independence,
your strength and charisma.
Every thought I posses, every move I am willing to grant,
you are one step ahead, retaliating ecstasy on me.
My Egyptian queen
I would like to be your king, together we can rise.
To explore, conquer and expand our love,
bring light into darkness.
My Egyptian queen
I am inside you know,
your walls enclosed around me,
waves of pleasure consume,
my boat is sailing all seven seas.
My exploration of the great folds are complete
my focus is now the great manila plains.
My Egyptian queen
your body is my temple
filling your insides with gold and jewels
happiness grows with every layer
building to a spectacular finish.
We shall be together for eternity
and together begin to rise
I am fortunate to have you
my Cleopatra in Disguise..
Jared Pickett
4/24/2010
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Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation
upon which life itself is built
Love leads
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself
Throughout the ages
the power of Love
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell
Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War
Love is a potent force
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare
There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more
Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things
they once believed impossible
Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche
in society
and goes out to endure
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals
History is filled with leaders
who tried to build
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler
And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago
and today it covers
the face of the earth
A Macedonian Queen a Cleopatra with a bob and a liner scream
with a sash of silk and a cleavage that caused grown men to cry
she was the epitome of mystery in a charming world of dream
on her upper arm a covet band of gold, with a solid snake decry
her gold flecked eyes of blue did capture the reptilian audience
inside the upper room of Rome, a cobra rose in a small cane basket
volcanic ash, lime and seawater, both concrete and clairaudient
a cobra with ancient serpent codes, in a sarcophagus casket
secrets of ancient Rome held safe in Pharaohs Pyramids of gold,
Cleopatra and the snake charmer, greatest story ever told...
Date: Jan 11, 2022
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name The Snake Charmer