Long Cleopatra Poems
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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
Cleopatra, The-Deo-Swagger
I swagger on up, up onto the top,
yet it wasn't my style, being Queen of the Nile,
they saw me a leader, who filled up their jigger,
for the praises they sound, I need to keep them around,
being a swag I was high, being tagged a nice guy
for the love they bestow, I just had to know,
was all this too much, or just a nice touch,
was it good or bad, was it sweet or sad,
but you know what they say, hands together and pray,
for the swag world she love, was her anointing dove.
2019 September 01
*4th Place*
SWAGGER
~~Line Gauthier
Cleopatra,
I investigate your eyes
through Nile mist that weaves,
jade butterflies that never fly
sable tresses hanging over leopards
bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers
Gilded diadems dance as burned suns
radiate from golden flakes of your crown
lightning demarcating the border between genius
— and ambition
wars are fought easier than your heart is won;
Cupid grieves your connections
Great men fear being made lesser by You
She of the God-like Mind
made Immortal for her Wise Counsel
I’m no prisoner of Fear nor Envy
nor Love
only Fate & Chance
Passionate war’s trompe-l’œil
Heinous are the horrors in the rages of war
after it makes its purchase of pawns.
Brave are those following orders with a salute.
Some will never see their homeland again
for the reach of the reaper is relentless.
He is a cimmerian chasing after souls,
a stalwart fiend approaching in dark pursuit.
I am a soldier trying to escape his clutches
but my chest was the target of a mortar shell.
Lying alone, body bleeding in a trench,
I linger, wondering if this is where I die ~~
on this dismal edge of the abyss of hell.
I look for stars glowing in the sky
but there are no lights shining down on me.
My vision is too blurry too see
for the hand of Death keeps trying to close my eyes.
I beg and plead, "A few moments more."
before I hear piteous painful cries
and realize the voice is mine.
I have no choice but to accept this merciless fate,
knowing this ditch will be my burial place.
A wretched grave for a brave soldier,
but one no longer fearless and willing to die.
Soon, I will feel no pain
for Death is moving closer to my side.
I cannot hide my fear and disdain
as tears mingle in the streams of my blood.
Numb to it all, I will soon become.
My battered body is being bathed in rain.
I feel a chill flowing in my veins,
draining me of life as if it were a succubus.
I'm too weak to fight for one more breath.
Death is claiming me, not as its friend,
but with arrogance of one who holds power.
Thoughts ramble in my last hour,
my mind holds profound sullen images
of characters in history ~~
I will not die swinging from a wooden gibbet
and no dagger will be thrust by Brutus's grasp.
Poison Hemlock of Socrates, I will not prohibit.
but Death will claim me just as he did Cleopatra
when she was bitten by the fangs of an asp.
Against the cold embrace of Death's persecution
there is no reprisal, no hope left for me.
Silently, he will abscond with my life before dawn.
Love, you have always been the guiding force
Truly outstanding, painting colors
Your amazing beauty dazzling in every way, with your light
Words draw sweetly, one goddess rising out, from deep sands
Silently, Egyptian queens whisper in the winds
Lifting tunes, sweetly sings a loving song
What Cleopatra was to Mark Anthony
Forever, love beyond kingdoms
Always breathing, their whispers until eternity
Looking upon a gift in you love
Drinking from the chalice, cup of everlasting beauty
Blossoming one golden, crowning treasure
Petals divine, soft, regal
Within your voice, chant sweet music of an angel
Kissing inside, happiness begins glowing
In a state of your grace
Joy beaming, pearly-white smiles
Touching your rays warmly
Within an abundance of sunshine
Opening up this heart and soul
Wishing in love’s purity
That I could travel back in time
Loving, getting to know you
Falling asleep, deeply, warmly, in the night
Holding our dreams, loving you
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never heard of a Temper-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun!
What can be fairer and just then,
the beauty of your plush pink skin.
In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink
as does the moon,
over the tripping waves of the peaceful sea.
In sunlight, the light catches your skin
and flirts with my eyes,
as does the dew in the sunken meadows,
with the first kisses of the dawn
Now how do I describe your endless beauty!
It is innumerable as the petals that share your name
My heart bleeds for your love
as your veins pump the finest milk,
that radiates your beauty.
In all the splendor and glory of Queen Cleopatra,
were she to bath in your milk,
she would be immortally present.
Your fully thick and impermeable lips
plague my dreams
as my eternal spring of youth.
Your hair, the only breeze that soothes my delicate skin.
As seasonal as this love may seem,
it does endure the scorch of heat
and glacier of frost.
Oh! To rest upon your golden chalice.
No, this cannot be lust. I am certain.
This must be love, even if it feels inclined.
There is no other light but the bright
piercings of your smile upon my heart.
Your laughter is the sweet smell of the exotic gardens of Budapest,
the nectar of my own ears.
See how your petals have bloomed,
the light hits your petals like snowflakes.
The apple of my eye is a one for
An Amazon of an all in one
Being sourced from the Almighty’s Blessings
A paradox in discovery by Spiritual vision
Unsearchable among the highs and lows
As more precious than earthly
A glorious heritage with more respect for the reward
You are the Apple of my eye
I can never let you go away
Even when you are far away
From my heart you never go away
When our story will be told
Anthony and Cleopatra shall be kindergarten’s tale
My heart billows of love
Continuously being expressed
My deep affection for you
Resounds over a thousand hills
The more at your being I gaze
The more your fondness I develop
My love for you is mountaineering
Above the mountains resonating
You are my apple of ardor
I have crossed the Rubicon to love
Your tenderness as the gentle breeze
Blowing over the Mediterranean Sea
When I remember we are flesh
As a wisp of smoke
As roses wither in the garden
I must seize the precious moments
Of your exquisite love
Pure and so true
Undefiled so Divine
To carry you in my heart.
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
So pretty wrapped in thorns, my dearest rose.
A dish, adorable, a pitbull — small.
She fends off fiends with nettled hands propose.
All pluck, with red stripe lips, sparks Springlike drawl.
Afresh in scent and velvet soft array,
blue bruise of her ornamental chamber.
This Cleopatra tease does make men bay.
This wild wine rose no pet prince can tame her.
The cut came quick, the snip of sharpened glass.
The former blushing queen of humble green.
The bucolic roar spreads, the plucked red lass
surrendered to the vase — a dauntless teen.
Ever after lasts but an hourglass bit.
The sunset quick — the sand that sinks her wit.
8/1/2018
Mark Massey’s Not Just Any Rose Poetry Contest