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from least to chest, best to edge,
sharpen blade of new paddy leaves
jeopardize my torn nib of ink
in the field of writings graph  

Maybe I couldn’t write any word 
for beauty and stunning young girl 
in comprehension, in passion and 
in my fashionable heart

Maybe I couldn’t write charming note
of flower’s petals, striking fragrance,
in my perpetuity lake of quills

Maybe I couldn’t draw the sexy body of 
rose, lotus, tulip, sunflower, orchid, 
lily, daffodil… etc in my vulnerable
reef of poetic expression

Maybe I couldn’t draw the colors magic
of rainbow in my infatuated fallen 
soaked feathers with November rain

Maybe I couldn’t inscribe the nature
the cosmos, the solar system, the ocean, 
the black hole, the space, the sky, the stars, 
the planets, the galaxies, the meteors, the
gravitational power…etc in my slumbering 
wings of writings

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tree into the pure heart of words, I couldn’t
select the seeds of immortality in my
ascetic madness and magma script

Maybe I couldn’t greet the autonomy flying
of Cockatiels, Parakeets, Canaries, Finches, 
African Grey Parrots, Budgerigars, Cockatoos, 
Conures, Macaws, Poicephalus…etc in my 
unintelligible incarcerated language 

Maybe I couldn’t hail the abode for Labrador, 
Bulldog, German, Poodle, Beagle… etc and
Maine Coon, Egyptian Mau, American Bobtail,
Ragdoll…etc in my materialistic 
harvesting terminology 

Maybe I couldn’t sleep with power of poems,
dream to be a finest classic or modern poet
in my kingdom of pen, paper, ink, writing
table-chair and lamp

Notwithstanding all these, I thanks to those
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erratically and read, write, share own 
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Horus In Paradise

"Horus in Paradise"



In dreams 
I met you in Paradise 

I called you
Blue Sky

You were an 
Angel in disguise

Horus, White Light
feathers of fire

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




“Ten Miles High” / Roison Murphy
https://youtu.be/2B8fxZoa7w0








"It mav have been a Million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
Within which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us with her mummified hand :
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx's face,
Now told from sea to sea, from isle to isle ;
The revelation of the Old Dark Race ;
Theirs was the wisdom of the Bee and Bird,
Ant, Tortoise, Beaver, working human-wise ;
The ancient darkness spake with Egypt's Word ;
Hers was the primal message of the skies:
The Heavens are telling nightly of her glory,
And for all time Earth echoes her great story.



“There are more things in heaven and earth, 
Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” 



“If we shadows have offended, 
think but this and all is mended, 
that you have but slumber’d here, 
while these visions did appear. 
And this weak and idle theme, 
no more yielding but a dream.” 
























1. Horus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horus 


2. Ancient Egypt The light of the World (Vol II)
https://www.academia.edu/36994959/ANCIENT_EGYPT_THE_LIGHT_OF_THE_WORLD_A_Work_of_Reclamation_and_Restitution_in_Twelve_Books_VOL._II 

(a) Egyptian Wisdom in the Revelation of John the Divine (Page 690) 
(b) The Jesus-Legend Traced in Egypt for Ten Thousand Years (Page 727 – 890)


3. Ancient Egypt The Light of the World (Vol I – II)
https://www.academia.edu/40950279/Gerald_Massey._Ancient_Egypt_-_Vols1-2 


4. The Parallels Between Jesus and Horus
https://hubpages.com/religion-philosophy/forum/42035/the-parallels-between-jesus-and-horus- 


5. Jesus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus 

6. Ennead
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ennead


7. Isis; Nephthys; Hathor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephthys
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hathor










Artwork / George Redhawk (legally blind)
https://mymodernmet.com/george-redhawk-gifs/

Endangered Horror Species Zoo, Part Iii

...So why do we keep ghosts in here
when by the day many folks die?
Well, you see, it’s technology,
it tears them apart from the inside.
Since they are merely energy
all the fields from our gadgets and toys
scatter their essence all about,
it’s a fate free ghosts can’t avoid.
These ones here we were lucky to save,
and we need to find more all the time,
some go to heaven, others to hell,
each morn we know not what we’ll find!

Nearby is the mummy’s lair,
and it causes controversy,
some say that they shouldn’t be here,
that they are just dressed-up zombies.
Others claim it’s a magic thing,
which makes them a whole other clade,
I honestly don’t’ care that much,
the people come see them in spades.
Some were even Egyptian pharaohs,
though which, we’re not really sure,
professors have tried to talk to them,
to see what history they can learn.
Hollywood has rented them out
for their movies, and they pay so well,
sometimes they seem to try to speak,
though what they say, no one can tell.
Most people like to hear them moan,
like they did in the films of old,
did you know mummies really do that?
And if they catch you they’ll grab hold?
Sadly, they do not do much more.
We don’t see them often these days,
not many folks still mummify,
and the old ones have been grave-robbed,
in the wild they don’t survive.
Keeping them stocked up with linen
makes all the zookeeper’s tired,
but let’s down to the big show,
the place where we keep the vampires.
Now these guys are a unique case,
since they’re not critters, but our guests,
they’re sentient like human beings,
to lock them would be to oppress.
We build them big apartments here,
with a back-room facing the zoo,
we pay them to visit with folks,
and tell lots of stories to you.
Since vampires are immortal
so many great tales can they share,
want to know how Jesus Christ died?
Well our guy Julius was there!
They can leave any time of course,
some of them even punch the clock.
Wilhelm is a security guard,
walks the night shift like any cop.
Some thing, but won’t he feed on folks?
It hasn’t been that was for years,
since transfusions and blood banks came
there has been no reason to fear.
They no longer had to kill people,
staying alive didn’t mean murder,
they’d get their pints, go on their way,
no reason to bite folks or disturb...

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Where Is the Pharaoh's Toys

I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
Of ancient hands

Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high

I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings

I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by hand of flesh and bone
Fit in place for reasons known
To the architect alone

Each stone block from the quarry
Has a structure to help build
Each chisel cut tells a story
Of a mason’s guild

I have seen towering obelisks
With finely chiseled hieroglyphics
And ancient golden relics
Like toys in the attic

I have seen ancient mummies
The walking living dead
Take care or you’ll become these
Walking around instead

Dinner I have eaten
With pharaohs and kings by many names
And I have beaten
Them at their many games

I have sat on the temple steps
In the shadow of a large mastaba
I chatted with the great Amenhotep
And the gods Isis, Anubis, Thoth and Ra

They told me I could become a god
If I live and died in the manner of a king
I thought that was a little bit odd
For I came here wanting nothing

Tomorrow we go off to fight
The empire of Kadesh
If you come, you will see some sights
That you will never forget

I saw the battle of Kadesh
Now written about on the temple walls
I saw the battle in the flesh
Now celebrated in the temple halls

I watched the battle and from what I saw
Neither side won the war
From my standpoint the battle was a draw
But the Pharaoh will celebrate a win evermore

Pharaoh Ramses lived to the ripe old age of around ninety two
He outlived a lot of his hundred children and many wives
He’s remembered as Pharaoh Ramses the Great who
Built many monuments and revitalized the Egyptian’s lives

When they found Pharaoh Ramses the Great’s body
They found no silver or gold
Only the great king’s mummy
Thousands of years old

The archeologists all made a great noise
Where was all the silver and gold?
Where was all the old man’s toys?
That the grave robbers stole and sold

A lot of his stuff is still out there
In Egyptian antique stores
And Egyptian homes and country fairs
To get something you could spend a lot for sure

Nowadays Ramses is lying in state in the Cairo Museum
And men and women and girls and boys
All flock to the museum to see him
And Tutankhamen’s wonderful toys
Form: Rhyme

Rebellion

Wake up,
there'a a rebellion going on
There's a revolt,
and the conspiracy is strong
Two hundred and fifty princes
against Moses the man of God
They all got their swords aimed
against the power of Aaron's rod
The leaders of this evil insurgency
are two lovers of Egyptian idolatry
Wicked men trying to resist the truth,
but their folly will be made known to all
Reprobate concerning the faith,
brother against brother is the judgment call

Now whose side are you on,
whose's it gonna be
Do you choose Moses and Aaron,
or do you vote for Jannes and Jambres

Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you wanna be free and serve God,
or worship the idols of Egypt in slavery

Brother against brother is the battle call today
Do you wanna go back to Egypt,
or remain here in the wilderness to stay
Some say they'd rather have their bellies full
and be in chains
Then to die of hunger and thirst
in a land where it doesn't rain
Some say Moses is a false prophet,
who brought them to the desert to die
Some say there's no land of milk and honey,
that's just crazy talk, pie in the sky

Now whose side are you on,
who do you choose to believe
Will you stay with Moses and Aaron,
or will you follow Jannes and Jambres

Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you want to go on to Canaan land,
or do you want to go back into slavery

Speaking for myself,
'cause I don't know about you:
I'm sticking with Moses,
and I'm staying with Aaron too
We got the Rock,
with the water gushing out
We got the Manna,
every morning on the ground like dew

Then the glory of the Lord
appeared before the congregation
Ready to destroy the whole Israelite nation
But Moses said, Lord please,
please don't destroy them all
And God showed mercy, letting only the rebels fall
into the pit, where the earth had opened up her mouth
Into the bottomless pit, where there would be no climbing out

Standing before the throne of God on judgment day:

Brother, whose side were you on,
did you follow the devil and pick wrong
Were you part of the rebellion that took place,
did the dirt from the pit cover your face

Brother, whose side were you on,
on which side did you belong
Did you help defend the two holy men,
or did you die with Korah and Dathan
Form: Narrative


The Middle Ground

You have been walking on that ground since you were a child and you still have not examined the broken lines, you have been playing on that field since you start crawling on your knees and still you have not figured out how to mix lemon with honey.

You have been playing on the middle ground since you were three and you should know the turns like ABC. If I bend my back and cross my knees you will receive a letter from me; some mountains are hard to climb but strategy will save you just in time.

I lit a candle and wander around in the dark searching for that spot where I will meet with the lark, it is that little section around the bend where the crucifix meet with the troublesome heavens, and the clouds keeps turning about and the elements in the sky start to run and shout.

The universe with its ultimate proportion finds the exotic rhythm and starts sing, and I stretched my ears beyond the plane to block out the terrible shame and align myself with the ground for that is where the mystery is found.

The stars and the planets are sealed up with the Gods and the Indus Valley lay bear waiting for something dynamic to share; the Bronze Age of civilization is welled up in the northwestern regions of Southern Asia, cruising from corner to corner and from three thousand three hundred BCE to thirteen hundred BCE, they have been baking a giant cake for you and me,.

 The ancient Egyptian and Mesopotamia family have been searching diligently for me they are one of three early civilizations of the Near East and South Asia and they have built an empire out of the diamond and gold and place it in the center of my soul. 

The ancestors have paid the sacrifice a million times and when the time is right you will break through the gate and collect the golden plate.

The center ground keeps moving around and the birds keep flying from town to town, the side bars are easy to slide and a miracle is waiting by your side, study the field once more before you walks through the miracle door.It was built specially for you, just to make your dream come through.

When you are in the middle, they attack you from both sides so girt your waist with extra pride and extend your right and left elbow on both sides to scrape up all the prize. The middle ground is hard to find; the middle ground is where destiny abideS.
Form: Narrative

Journey

You are telling them to leave to go wandering in the street; you are telling them to leave when there's nothing in the pantry to eat. Their ancestors have journeyed across the red sea when the pharaoh pronounced the annihilation decree, they had one choice to live or die or survive from manner falling from the sky. 

They finally decide to go when the pharaoh wrath sunk into the ground and the middle man lost his crown. He could not bear to see them go so he came right in the middle of the show and snatch the people away.  

The heavens would not have it so and smoke came billowing from the skies and destiny watches from the hill and signal to them to keep still. 

Freedom came at a price and they had to make some bloody sacrifice. They came out of Egypt with whips across their backs and cross the red sea with a miracle from thee. The signal was strong and the message was pure when the journey got rough mercy come knocking at their door. 

You are telling me to leave when supplies are low and there are no resources to complete the show, it has been like this for many years, there were no resources to spare, I have to pick up sticks and use waste paper to get the message in the air. 

You are telling me to leave when there is only one way in and one way out. We can’t go to the east or we will fall right back into sea; we can’t go to the west; it is where Montezuma made his conquest. 

The north is in the belly of the beast and you will starve to death when the winter is set. It is cold and dry and no moisture is in the eye, the land is destitute and the north steals your valuable youth. 

The south will make good company and give you some new money, the Egyptian have everything and they will make you sing.

 There is no other way to go but in the hands of your old slave master to rekindle the legacy of King Tuft diligence in an inferno underneath the ground but the journey will take you where destiny is bound. 

You tell us to leave to make another journey in the wilderness and no place to take a rest, we will leave by the thousands before missiles come raining down from the sky, you don’t have to worry; the stars will take care of us and the heavens will protect us from the dust.

And so they hit the road with a book and a bag and a bottle of water to wet their throat we are leaving!
Form: Narrative

The World of Illusion

The World Of Illusion 
 
Just Like a bird in a guilded cage we are all
supposed to be free ?  But  are we really 
free ? The answer is No !, in Australia we 
are compelled to vote, we are fined if 
we don't vote, as our governments make
laws that control our lifestyle, when life 
was created by God he deemed all of us 
were born equal, that being the case why 
do we need a leader to govern as we are 
all as good as each other, laws create 
problems in society, and corrupts our 
lifestyles. When society, tells us what we are 
permitted to do and even what we say and 
wear, is that freedom ?, the answer is No, 
we live in a society were we are forced to 
accept rules on our personal appearance, 
it was alright for women to wear skirts and 
men to wear long pants, and boys to wear 
short pants all in the name of tradition 
and this is dictating our lives, if we fail to 
comply we are discriminated by society and 
looked upon as anti socialists which in some 
extremes can lead to civil unrest and world wars, 
we are all prisoners of tradition and government 
laws, we do things to please everyone except 
ourselves and that is selfishness that needs to 
change as people need to wear and look as they 
wish. here are some examples these days women 
can wear pants and men even wear skirts, they 
are called kilts that Irish and Scottish soldiers 
would wear into battles. Makeup only woman 
wear allowed to wear, yet in very early times 
men would wear make up, back in the Egyptian 
dynasties. It was also the same in indian tribal 
customs only men wore war paint, but it has 
all changed. If a man wore lipstick in the street 
today he would be laughed at as being gay or 
a drag queen, yet circus clowns have done this 
in there work amusing children, even actors 
use it with no incriminations, so why can't 
men and women have a say in what they 
wear and how they dress and have nothing 
said about it, if we were truly free we could 
do all of this, but as long as discrimination 
rules society we will always be forced to obey 
tradition and follow the rules that suits a select 
few and not the majority of the world we live in. 
This explains my thesus that we are just like 
that bird in a guilded cage, we seek freedom 
but can never really be free. This is the order 
of our society today.
Form: Narrative

Nephalim Oracle

A cosmic clash of epic force
Split Tiamet like brittle thread
Nibiru hugged its distant course
Propelling moons to gnaw and shred

Kingu marveled at what was formed
Asteroids shed from that vast orb
The watery giant was transformed
Leveling as third to absorb

Many long elliptic passes
Tugged Nibiru over ages
Until those once noble gasses
Failed to impede starlight rages

Over this time the shard revolved
Taking shape as the oceans churned
The sun ensured the rock evolved
Microbes cracked until life returned

Expelled from the Nibiru throne
Alalu jumped to explore Earth
While he ventured the slice alone
He found metal of precious worth

At last the solution was found
To save them from the harsh daylight
Fragments of gold if spread around
Would shelter Nibiru’s grave plight

The new king Anu sent his son
To work his wisdom to flourish
Igigi ships loped as they spun
While miners jabbed deep to nourish

The Anunnaki soon rebelled
Their fate of hellish work and toil
A plan was hatched to force them quelled
New primitives should pull the coil

Enki tripped the genetic gun
Splicing the double helix code
Our ancient line had just begun
Demanding that we haul their load

At last the life goddesses tired
Of the chore of birthing the clones
Genetic changes were required
To allow our own labor moans

The Igigi succumbed to lust
Swooping down to mate with the slaves
Enlil pondered their breach of trust
This threat shall be deluged by waves

Graciously Enki warned one man
To gather the seeds of all life
Nibiru yanked our fragile span
Tossing the seas with driving strife

Once the flood waters receded
Kingship descended from the stars
Eager gods learned we were needed
Sinai rebuilt upon the scars

Marduk groaned with greedy power
Seeking to build a rival port
Enlil grasped this Babel tower
Condemning them in holy court

The gate of god was crushed outright
Striking our enlightenment down
Forcing Marduk to flee from sight
Till he seized his Egyptian crown

Sinai hungered the jealous god
With hopes to steal the path to space
So they launched a fatal petard
Baalbek wiped out without a trace

At last the minions awaken
To crush the repression they face
Amen-Ra remains unshaken
Even by our haste to erase
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Ashen-Cradle

A haunting past that trails behind,
An unnerving shadow that fails to blend.
The harrowing voices that curve the bend,
Sending your sanity off to the other end.

The gleaming red eyes that tend to blind,
The long veiny hands stretched out to lend.
One that offers an ironic life to bade,
The other that offers prosperity to the dead.

A single screech delivered into the calmness of the night,
Resulting in a sublimal dance with Death
in plain sight.

"I can't leave!"the woman pleads.
And then a single tear bleeds,
As she holds onto her belly like a tree nurturing Her seeds. 

"Take me,but give my offspring a nourishing life to cherish!"
"Offer prosperity to the living,and allow me to perish!"
A woman's soulful cries pierce through the ears of Death,
As it transforms to a mother's  fostering wreath .

"I have provided you two choices,from which you should choose,thereupon which you would decide a course:a tumultous one,or a heavenly life disclosed."
"While selecting,please do not halter,since there is nothing much you can alter."
"The life of the newborn has been sealed in its fate within the Mother's womb,and might be offered a rebirth,as inscribed in those Egyptian Tombs."


"No,it wasn't fate,it was the unlikely sequences that unfolded on this unholy date."
"My baby,my only love,had seen a bright future with him,only for his name to be now carried by a dove."
"That awful creature,that immoral creation,sped up too fast,drunk and driving,to lead to my sweet baby's cremation."
"Death,I could have chosen the crippled life,but without my baby,why live a life of pain and turmoil?"
"I henceforth would place my choice as death,Oh dear Death,I really hope you would issue a path of karma for my baby and me,unleash wrath upon that miserable creature,in the name of the trusting faith with which I abide in you."
How strange,a woman putting her trust in Death to take revenge,when every course of action is bounded by fate.Death gently smiled,as He led her by hand,to the spontaneously sparkling Heavenly gates.
And one last look around,and in the blink of an eye,the atmosphere became gloomy again,with a struggling cry.A car was found,overturned,with a man inside wrenching in agony,his futility burnt.Karma and Faith,had returned.
© Smiti Basu  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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