Long Incas Poems
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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
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
It juts out by the river road,
traffic passes it each morn,
what’s left of the old aqueduct,
something stately, yet still forlorn.
The rock, with no mortar, was set
so fine it would make Incas proud,
precise enough to still hold up
today, and centuries from now.
There’s a display with a picture
of how it looked in days of old,
twenty arches spanned the river,
hand-built by men flinty and bold.
On it ran the Erie Canal,
crossing the rough Mohawk below,
on barges towed by stubborn mules,
the trips were long, steady, and slow.
This once helped open the Midwest
to settlers, to goods and trade,
but that’s a different country now,
and long ago such things did fade.
The roads and rails brought prices down,
and moved much quicker than a mule,
they went and dammed the river up,
much wider than some man-made pool.
That fact, alas, would be its end,
the arches blocked the way of boats,
and in the winter jammed the ice,
so floods onto spring banks would flow.
They blew up all the arches grand,
only those by the shore remain,
buried half of that great canal,
now barely known, save for the name.
Those who still use the aqueduct
are kids leaping into the drink,
someday they’ll try to shut that down,
claiming that it’s a ‘safety thing.’
And the arches that look just like
something made back in ancient Rome,
will be like all great things men built,
reduced to naught but broken stone.
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
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.
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
Conquest and Inquisition,
Two worst witnesses,
Who choose Jezebel against the wine of Mary and Jesus,
Vinegar and bile of false relief,
Jesus tastes and says "weep for your children,"
I don't need this analgesic and sedative,
But the confession of that thief,
On the cross at the right of Me,
You had the right to stop this Sanhedrin,
In front of Pilate and the people,
Against Pharisees,
The war at south and east,
Do not stimulate neo-Nazism,
And any perversion against human bodies,
The sacrifice of Cain over the cities,
The smoke changes the climate for a total winter,
Toxic Milady,
Power ring of bad charisma,
Reddish sign in the sky appears,
Indulgence to kill,
If you have the money and malice,
The fire of fake freedom,
Against the Holy Spirit,
God Mother who weeps on two cheeks,
And gives the steel sword to Incas,
When you steal leaders,
Require metals from territories, amigos,
Named Aguirre,
Who betrays with a kiss,
Thirty coins like the deal,
Empty tree with leaves,
Herodias in the battle of Salome against Miriam,
Queen of Peace,
Kings-Magi see fifty-first star in the Sign of the Will,
Do not return to Jezebel and Herod the beast,
But the friendly hand for to pass by the eye of the needle,
Else "madam" will choose Napoleon and Mussolini,
For mermaid sisters Scylla and Charybdis,
Hell whirlpool.
*Image of Burgmansia Queen Of The Incas.
Sanguinea, Queen Of The Incas
In the lush jungles of constant condensation,
A royal order of an ancient kingdom,
That had ruled from an unknown beginning,
A caste system, whereby, a legacy of femininity,
Ruled over a vast domain, she'd be the Queen,
Known by one name since the start of their governance,
Sanguinea, Queen of all the Inca lands.
Regal and statuesque, donning a regalian dress,
That flowed down the length of her,
Of velvety rubies that drapes in reds.
In her royal court, she is surrounded,
By faces of envious greens that cowers,
Neath the richness of her extensive rule.
She is guarded by an army,
Bearing a powerful tawny armor,
They are a tower of strength that lifts their Queen,
So she can be seen by her doting subjects below.
Sanguinea, Queen of the Incas,
She would lure and entertain her unwary guest,
Her body full of emanating scents beguiles them to ecstasy,
And if she senses danger, she eludes a toxin,
That renders, the once seduced guest,
To be another victim of her passion.
The majestic Queen Sanguinea,
Overlooks her realms expanse,
From her hilltop palaces,
And its courtyard of still filled green faces.
With magnificence and savvy governance of her jungle kingdom,
She bears a formidable presence as she trumpets it, away,
And her magnanimity is without question,
For it is well known throughout and beyond, her wet domain,
For she is, after all, her royal majesty,
Sanguinea, Queen of the Incas.
*Sanguinea, of the aforementioned version--as there are several varieties, is a rather large trumpet red flower that is poisonous. It hangs downward from trees in a Peruvian jungle of South America (as pictured).
2019 May 31
*1st Place*
A STRAND (1074)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 15
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…
I was taking an early morning walk. A beautiful day had dawned,
cool and crisp, with only a whisper of breeze. I am told it’s revitalizing;
it will do my health much good. But, you see things to sadden you.
Sometimes being early kills you;
sitting on a tree
early bird scans the mowed lawn
for an early worm
I am told too to play it right. Stay safe within your boundary.
Stepping out of bounds can be dangerous. Tread the well-trodden path.
Not to take unnecessary risks;
did everything right
like fish stayed in my waters
got caught and filleted
Life is amazing. It’s an endless maze of dead ends.
It is not simple living a life -- It’s full of misgivings and mishaps.
We couldn’t figure out the purpose of life even after a life-time of living;
like guinea pig wheel
with all the running around
and getting nowhere
I looked at the amazing stone faces of long-forgotten gods of ancient civilizations,
From the Incas, the Aztecs, the Mayans, the Romans, the Greeks, the Persians to
the Egyptians -- they all believed in a continued life in the great beyond;
I picked a stray
stone and chiseled myself a
god; then, I worshiped
~Haibun contest by Scott Thirtyseven