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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


Premium Member A Conversation

On entering the afterlife, to be met by my father.
(Hopefully a long way off)

  > Hello Dad, it has been many a year

   You're looking well, since I looked at you last

   Good job, you won't believe how much I'm scarred,
     can't say the past few years have not been hard.
     The burdens that I was prepared to take,
     the sacrifices I have had to make.

   I shan't deny you had it really rough,
     but from my point of view it was quite tough,
     child number three within your clutch of four
     way down the pecking order, that's for sure.
     Your last son was priority number one............
      
   Such love you speak of never manifest
     I felt alone, adrift, unlike the rest.
     A fishing trip together, when I was small
     the only day we had I can recall.

  < I worked, but it took my good health at length
     an industry that sapped my breath and strength
     by fifty, there was no more I could do
     the body of a man aged ninety-two.
     If  like some of your friends, you'd had it all
     been mollycoddled , pampered, treated, spoiled
     by adulthood it would have been too late
     for you to come and step up to the plate.
     The inner strength you have to go so far
     is from your past, defining who you are.
    I'm proud you somehow managed to get by,
    now, come here, son- and let me dry your eye.


 For contest 'A conversation', sponsor Frank Herrera
 31st August 2016
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Retail

I want to have a go at the retail business but I just don’t know where to begin, I have the concept planted in my head and a plan that runs on a straight line leading from main to the divine. 

There is a tree that is lying on its path anD it only comes out in the dark it lies quietly across the tracks and if you go near it,  it will snap, bites and throw bottles at you. 

It will knock the door and toss things on the floor how much longer must one endure the fury of this age old infrastructure, 

 It has broken tracks and has committed terrible sins, it has the conman’s spirit and a self-centered habit, it treats you with disdain and everything you do is in vain how long will it remain on the track? Nature will decide that when the angels gather at river at the end of the day. 

I heard a strange knocking in the middle of the sky and watched the universe scattering fragrance over the old woman bed as she runs with the burden of death.

 With eyes open wide she holds the crucifix in her hand and utter the final song. "It is well with my soul.” She slouched over on the bed and her journey came to a quiet end. 

The rover rolls silently in space spreading the remnant of dust all over the place, the earth with all its misgiving collects the dust to atone for the heathen sins. 

The coroners were at hand to tell the family that he was sorry and there was nothing that he could do to save the old woman shoe at age ninety-two the old woman finally kicked off her shoe and the coroners drape white linen over her face and wrapped the body tightly and take it to the crimination cemetery. 

The track was finally cleared and money was released to work on the track again. A private company came in and replaces the dollars for their sins. Everyone could travel everywhere and the markets were open far and near. 

The retail vision came alive and I finally got the resources to start a new company to keep everyone alive.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Imagination

I don’t know much about trees. They probably don’t know much about me either, although we share an overlapping space, spilling over as we do, into each other’s universe. This one has beautiful, small, dark green leaves. In late summer it creates small clusters of berries that quickly darken, from green to orange to bright red. The contrast between the dark leaves and the bright berries is striking. From my porch one morning, I stared at this tree a long while. I was admiring its complexity and beauty. Then I happened to notice a large and central, singular branch, looming toward me. It was curved, as the neck of some large creature might be. Smaller branches at the tip formed a triangle with two large clusters of red berries, upper left and upper right in the triangle. they took on the appearance of two large eyes. A smaller cluster at the very tip looked like a nose. In all, it seemed very much like a large Dragons’ Head, with pointed ears, large red eyes, and a small red nose. A gentle wind produced in it, a swaying motion as if its large neck was moving it’s triangular head up and down.  It seemed to be saying: “Yes, that’s right, I am indeed a dragon, and you have found me out!”  
     A young girl, older than I, at ninety-two, tells me my tree is a Mountain Ash, reinforcing my fantasy of a beast that came down from a mysterious mountain Lair, took root in my garden, and now defends me against the elements.  During the course of its coming battles, it will lose its scales, becoming stripped bare. It will sacrifice eyes, nose, and all but its bones as it is left for dead upon the winter snow, But in the spring its life will be restored by the light from the globe of Merlin’s staff, or the sun, however you wish it to be. You see, for some, it is merely a tree, and while I don’t know much about them, each one it seems, has a story they are waiting to share.

Premium Member Enjoy Yourself

You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go. 
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough. 
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire. 
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette 
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet. 
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond. 
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date, 
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait. 
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew. 
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink 
The years go by as quickly as you wink, 
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.
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http://youtu.be/JYpOb-PQyNg
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I Indulge Pamper and Love Myself

I indulge myself, pamper myself and love myself daily.
Putting up an imaginary stop sign if I hear mean internal words.
Belittling words, putting down words or a frowny face.
I yell STOP as loudly as I can, for this is a technique I teach children.

I put three sugars in my coffee and a packet of cocoa sweet.
This gives me a little uplift before breakfast.
I blow kisses to myself in the bathroom mirror.
And say “Hi Daddy!” for I have my Daddy’s face.

I miss him, and this makes me smile.
I am all about doing things I love and I love lots of things.
I socialize on the phone while I cartoon and paint.
My friends all beg to meet but I put them off.

Because each day is my own, and I love to cartoon.
I draw mushroom and teapot houses on canvases.
Gnomes, faeries, brownies, witches and pirates follow.
My muse laughs as I add a giant red cat and a petite lavender dog.

Painting the canvases gives me such delight it should be illegal.
My creations are full of acrylic neon paints that glow in the dark.
We have black lights in three rooms of the house.
Over six hundred of my paintings uplift and refresh me daily.

I am an elementary school counselor, teaching character ed lessons.
I love my job and cannot fathom ever giving it up.
I will probably be going out with a toe tag in a body bag.
When I am ninety-two and my body is pronounced dead.
Death does not scare me, I do not believe in it.
Only a much lovelier place that is our real home.
As we are really spirit, right God?

I never teach the same year twice.
I write my lessons up into books, and put them on LuLu.
I write ten poems a day, and I have ten terrific grandchildren.
My dogs Buddy and Sophie and my husband Joe adore me.
My life is grand thanks to me concentrating on having fun daily.

Premium Member Healthy New Year

Polymorphic design
for kids from one
to ninety-two
wondering how to see 
local through global
Earth trauma prevention
more clearly through

When we recognize
what inspires healthy polycultural design
of polypathic minds
and multiculturing bicameral hearts
and polyphonic non-zero zone 
resonant gifting parts

Both stress-reductive 
win/win strategic practice
and good trauma-informed
co-invested governance

For outside safe
and inside happy renaissance

Then,
in this Here and Now
renewing know how year,
healthy cooperative business
and safe good humor cheer
will no longer appear like two
incompatible win/lose
either/or
universal Left
v. unitarian Right
midnight sad unclear

Monoculturing Yang dominant
v. polytheistic yin prominent
antagonistically competing WorldViews
v. EarthJustice GoodNews
indigenously opulent 
green/blue EarthWisdom
lavishly redolent

Now Christ Mass
and still
Here Pagan Solstice
become polypathically healthy
and polytheistically safe
pre-consciously precocious
good news refrain
polycultural pro-democracy
Earth restorying  glad PeaceTrain

PolyMathic win/win happy
socially wealthy
and double-binding wise
co-binary constrained
dipolar co-arising trained

Merry ChristMass
PaganSolstice
light peace and dark justice
with you

Is MeWe
two thousand twenty three
universal One identity
through unitarian ninety-two

West and Eastern bi-hemispheres
north and south
up and down
out and in
Yang wu-wei Yin
cooperatively co-managed
solstice solidarity
1/0 co-bind merrily

Positive
equals not negative
P=N(NP)
resiliently peaceful 
puzzling 
prolific polynomial prosperity.

A Telegram From the Queen

A Telegram from the Queen

An interview with Maisie Widdop,
On her very special day.
Her telegram from the queen has arrived,
and has something, she wants to say.

Maisie please tell our readers,
This most wonderful story of yours,
When you were but a small child,
A new world, was opening its doors.

"We are going on an adventure,
My Mother would frequently say to me.
A brand new life for all of us,
It will be marvellous, you wait and see.

Travelling in luxury and elegance,
Splendour, Grandeur will know no bounds,
Seven days of fun filled decadence,
Our feet won't touch the ground,

Nothing but the best for us,
Clever Daddy has taken good care.
You and me will want for nothing,
On his life he'd promise and swear.

We are sailing on the Tenth my love,
So we really must look our best,
Just in case the Captain invites us,
To his table, as special guests

I was just a Baby at the time,
My Father was taking us oversea.
A brave new world across the Pond,
He said, that's where work will be.

We were due to leave early April,
But I got a fever and couldn't sail.
Mother told Father "you go on ahead"
and we would follow soon, without fail.

Poor Father never reached New York,
On that fateful sailing ship.
So, we remained forever in England,
Never wanting to make the trip.

A twist of fate and I'm still here,
One hundred years old today.
Mother died back in Eighty-Three,
Ninety-Two when she passed away.

She told me this same heartfelt story,
From my birth, until the day she died.
Third class, sounded grand to her
But she knew; thought of Father and cried"
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Running Out of Choices

Your choice my committee said. But not human, Bo added.
Bo is the head, and the most eager spiritual guide to get me to level yes.
Bo can get re-assigned when I hit mastery.
When he first undertook project me he said we have all the time in the world. Ha!

If you think heaven is complicated, wait until you have to choose your re-assignment.
Re-entry? No problem. Family choosing, another story. 
Why not human? I asked Bo.
You have mastered the human level, he reminded me. 
The others threw back their heads and laughed.
They did not think so, but Bo is incredibly persuasive, and he persuaded them that I had.
They knew they had been half-duped, but they liked Bo and me, and they wanted to move on.

There are only six levels to master after human, Bo reminded me.  But you get to decide
Your own order. You have fifteen minutes to decide.
Apparently the committee had another recruit arriving soon.
I choose dog, I told them.  
Dog sometimes does not last past puppy, Angel Six reminded me.
Angel Seven gave him a squelching look which is rare in heaven.

My only other choices were bunny, cat, deer, eagle, and dolphin.
Bunnies are often coyote food; I am haughty enough already, so cat was out.
I despise the idea of spreading lime disease, so not deer.
Flying appeals to me, but I do not feel mature enough to handle a beak yet.
Crumb! I meant to say dolphin. I turned to see if I could change it, but they had dissipated.
With any luck this reincarnation will not last half as long as the last one where I lived to be ninety-two.

Premium Member Ty Cobb Baseball's Past

OL'E TY COBB OF YESTER YEAR, 
WAS A GENIUS IN SPIKES, OR SO I HEAR. 

HE RAN THE BASES WITH A BURST OF SPEED. 
LIKE ADRENALINE JUNKY IN TIME OF NEED. 

STOLE SECOND BASE WITH HIS FOOT HELD HIGH. 
A SERIOUS THREAT TO SPIKE ONES EYE.

LIT UP THE CHARTS, WITH ALL HIS STATS. 
TRIPLE CROWN WINNER AND THATS A FACT.  

NINETEEN-ELEVEN (1911), COBB SET THE PACE.
WITH A FOUR-TWENTY(.420) AVERAGE, HE STOLE EIGHTY-THREE (83) BASE. 

LED THE LEAGUE IN TRIPLES FOUR (4)TIMES. 
HOMERUN KING NINETEEN-O-NINE (1909).

CHECK HIS STATS, HE LED THEM ALL. 
THAT TY COBB COULD PLAY BASEBALL.

THIRTEEN THOUSAND-0- SEVEN-EIGHT(13,078). 
NUMBER OF APPEARANCES MADE AT THE PLATE.

DON'T FORGET THE BASE ON BALL. 
TWELVE-FORTY-NINE (1,249)AND THAT'S NOT ALL. 

FOURTY-ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX (4,186)HITS. 
THE RESULTS OF THE WAY HE SWUNG THAT STICK. 

BATTING CHAMP ELEVEN (11) DIFFERENT TIMES. 
WON NINETEEN TWELEVE (1912)WITH A FOUR-O-NINE (409). 

LED EIGHT TIMES, IN TOTAL WITH HITS. 
LED STOLEN BASES WITH A TOTAL OF SIX. 

EIGHT-NINETY-TWO (892)TOTAL STOLEN BASES. 
IMAGINE THE LOOK ON THOSE CATCHERS FACES. 

TWENTY-TWO-HUNDRED FORTY-SIX RUNS. 
AFTER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, HIS CAREER WAS DONE. 

HE ONLY STRUCK OUT SIX-EIGHTY(680) TIMES. 
OVER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, THAT BLOWS MY MIND. 

HALL OF FAMER, THATS A FACT. 
WITH HIS NINETEEN-THIRTY-SIX HALL OF FAME PLAQUE. 

GEORGIA PEACH IS DEAD AND DONE. 
JULY SEVENTEEN  SIXTY-ONE. A 

A HUNDRED YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE, 
THAT TY COBB LEGEND, STILL LIVES ON.
Form: Epic

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