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The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
As Pharoah thought
Deep thoughts on Thoth,
He became serious
And thought of Osiris.
What of Seth?
What do Anubis and Horus sayeth?
Of Amun and Mut,
And panoplied Nut?
It may take me forever
Mused the Pharoah -
To invent the Alphabet
To honour me and the rest.
So he hit upon a plan
From the carved likeness of man
In relief on a cliff.
Hey, hello - was born the Hieroglyph!
So excited was the Pharaoh
That row upon row
Of ideograms were made
For then and beyond- never to fade.
Way back in Antiquity
Was the hieroglyph's nativity,
From civilization's start
Great works of art.
After five millennia or more
At a light and sound show
The Hieroglyphs stand out
In splendor and shout:
Look on and wonder
On our days of thunder;
When great kings ruled the land
Where you wonder and stand.
Great things we'd tell you
If only you knew
To read papyrus and stone
Like your own Champollion!
Be that as it may
Setting aside our dismay
We venture to now and here
And our version of the ancient fear -
Athazagoraphobic
Is a form of being sick
Where you fear you'll be forgotten
As your memory gets rotten.
To overcome this fear
Modern science was here.
Came our Dennis Gabor
With the fruit of his labor.
- Hologram-
Now you can see light effects
Both form and the texts
With science of the day
Having had it's great say.
But think all over again-
Isn't it plain
Holograms in chips
Are but chipped hieroglyphs?
That some day in future
A post-apocalyptic preacher
Would try to decipher
The hologrammatic cipher?
A Rosetta Stone of old
A better story told
Than this obsolescent chip
Of a "modern" Athazagoraphobic.
Let me wind up this ditty
Of trying to be witty
Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Are both alliterative scripts!
~11 April 2016~
Contest Judged : 29 May 2016
The civilization of Egypt is a mystery,
But what I love the most is their incredible history,
It starts with Amun Ra, the god of sun;
Who was Khepri in the morning when he rolled in mud and had fun;
But he became Khnum the ram in the evening.
And this is just the beginning.
There was the god of wind- Shu,
Whose daughter was Nut, striped and blue,
She was the goddess of sky,
Whose love for Geb, the earth, would never die.
They had two sons, Set and Osiris,
And two daughters - Nephthys and Isis.
Osiris became the Pharaoh to solve his kingdom’s crisis,
And married his sister, Isis.
Set was the god of desert sand,
And chaos and Ra’s left hand.
Nephthys became the goddess of darkness, decay and death.
As the pharaoh’s protector, she killed his enemies with her fiery breathe;
Isis was very magical,
Who made Ra’s condition critical;
By creating Apophis a snake,
To defeat whom was not a piece of cake.
Horus was the son of Osiris and Isis
Meanwhile Nephthys and Set had a son Anubis.
Then there was Thoth who was a rage,
Among the Egyptians for being the God of knowledge.
Like Ra, there was also a god of moon,
Khonsu, who could delay the noon.
The scorpions had a goddess- Serqet,
While the vultures had Nekhbet,
The cats worshipped Bastet,
Meanwhile the lions had Sekhmet,
The frogs loved Heket,
While the hippos had Tawaret.
There were many Gods and Goddesses.
Like Gengen-Wer, Hapi, Sobek and Bes.
Of which, the dwarves loved Bes the best.
While Heket loved Onuris from the rest.
The geese loved Gengen-Wer.
And Horus became the God of war.
There are many, whom I don’t know,
Yet we feel their majestic halo.
-Ananya Mallik
Perhaps the dead have the last laugh over us --
Daughters bitterly weeping in front of Jesus in an old church,
(merciful Jesus, merciful Jesus, merciful Jesus, be there for Daddy)
Unknown poor relations, pond scum grifters, co-workers
(gone fishing and unable to attend the cremation ceremony
at such short notice), well-meaning relatives (I knew she'd take
it hard. Has she managed to eat and sleep at last?
You look like your father so much, it's uncanny), therapists
Bearing tranquilizer prescriptions, numinous yoga teachers, oh sattvic touch,
Oh grief boundless everlasting oceanic.
The living say people things and do people things,
They bristle with a most jarring, annoying, persnickety sort of aliveness;
What of his estate? Why is she crying in church? Must be a war widow.
Well, she's real pretty. We all lost a good man. He was depressed over the divorce.
He was going on a business trip in June.
He loathed this freakish endless winter and looked forward to summer.
He planted two apple trees. He was such an avid gardener.
I do not care for my father's peonies, tulips, clematises --
Elated, I spend days wrapped in his new pearlescent world;
Death is sweetness, soft falling feathers, a joy and lightness of being
Unparalleled, undisturbed, unimaginable;
Happy Birthday, Dad.
The dead boyishly wink at us through a freshly printed pale pinkish
Death certificate with its Mahleresque staccato --
Born in Donetsk, September 23, 1956, died in St Petersburg
May 21, 2026: ewig, ewig, ewig, Ewigkeit -- inky crow feathers again;
The dead are playful with ghostly phone calls beyond the grave,
Strangely found Buddha figurines that have emotional significance to you
And your father alone, the dead are funny, silly, impish, impossible;
The dead know things, the dead take their time as they now
Whisper and now shout in repeating numbers, precognitive dreams, crows
Touching your face after your last phone conversation
(duration: 11 minutes, 33 seconds) months before
They are even dead.
The dead are very much alright and we are not alright at all.
I go downstairs to sit in the yard and chain smoke
And I watch my father morph into a solemn,
Unfathomable Osiris as the night reluctantly falls
In a tremulous never-quite-night-St Petersburg June kind of way.
Their brilliance, their godawful brilliance.
Satin purple, sunny yellow, blood red sane,
sky bright blue, overflowing moonlight stain.
Sensuous dew drenched foliage,
geometric fields of repeating dosage.
Harmony and proportion in perfect form,
sacred pattern of space and time as norm.
Universal law of interconnectedness,
visual and scented life beings reflect ness.
Secret symbols far back to Osiris,
healing frequencies applied with Jairus.
Serenely lingering like bath of peddle flow,
quivering tangerine pursed lips in blow.
Coordinated death blades in slide curled,
tapestry fountain exited amorous world.
Answers in vortex of our senses paralyze,
moments in gaze towards paradise.
Isis was a major goddess of Ancient Egypt you know
She resurrected her brother and husband from down below
Osiris and she produced a son, Horus, she guarded with her life.
She was a marvelous sister, terrific mother, the ultimate wife.
Isis was requested for funerals, and helped the dead enter the afterlife.
She was conjured up in spells asking for help when others had strife.
Frequented by Nubians as well as Egyptians was her temple Philae.
Her magical powers were known by many and from countries far away.
Isis was a major influence when her popularity was at a peak.
Eventually Christianity came into vogue, the “religion of the week”.
Christianity stayed, but some think Isis had an influence on it too.
She was prominent in the ancient texts, and worshipped by quite a few.
The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
There was a time not so long ago
When my children still ran on little legs
Wading through ocean green evening summer grass
Their faces bright as lamps with laughter
Hop-scotching up to their knees
In polka dotted waves of fireflies
If you can imagine Osiris and Isis awoke from their married womb
Walking wind through chandeliers
When galaxies fell to the mirrors of Earth
Sifted like gold from sand
Oh the reflection of gods we have forgotten
How to walk on water
At my knees in the woods I stir the stars of a small fire
Chant a ritual to bring back the magic
A diamond dislodges from the crown of Oak
Flitter of soul enchanting the shadows
To the children I say dance and sing
Ring in again the vegetable spirits
Swirl your feet with allure of dreams
At your ankles the twinkle of constellations
Comb with sparks your beautiful hair
All may be shared
The return of angels from yesteryear.
Isis was tired of being all things to all Ancient Egyptians.
Why am I the goddess of marriage, fertility, magic, motherhood, medicine and the dead?
No one had an answer.
I am going to concentrate on one thing, she stated.
Motherhood.
But her brother-husband Osiris was killed,
so she resurrected him instead, so she could be a mother.
They had Horus, whom she decided to guard all of his days.
That surely says something about your skills with the dead, her brother said.
She held the ankh sign up and paraded around the room.
Showing off her crown with the hieroglyphic sign of a throne.
Yes, she agreed to the Pharaoh, but I still want to concentrate on motherhood.
She had no choice but to also show magic, for her mystical abilities were tops.
Better than any other deity.
River Nile revers Queen Isis each year when she floods her banks.
Representing her weeping tears for Osiris before she revived him.