Long Pyramid Poems
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my eyelids
are pyramid
stones too heavy
to lift so i read
the hieroglyphs
behind my lids
like a black
and white
silent movie
my mind provides
the music though
i dream in color
but must shush
the others
that rudely
keep talking
during the main
feature
(meanwhile trying
to digest my movies'
plot while eating hot
air blown pop corn
with slightly unsalted
butter a dash of soy
sauce and parmesan
cheese topping
obviously a
subliminal
message
placed be
tween every
eighth REM)
it seems the film
is about a ka
that can't
find its
way
so
is spirited away
by memories
that are supposed
to be clues
to help one
find one's self
so different
scenes show
different things
that are meant to
mean one thing when
the pieces are put together
the house lights
come up as my
eyes open but to
find i am in
darkness
perhaps
a tomb
Form:
Flame-featured twilight, illuminate fast!
Young are the dreams of humanity vast!
Age is a mystery museums kept.
Poets and prophets in agony wept...
Core of the harpsichord, pyramid-shaped.
Moorlands and moonlight black lined and blue taped.
Volcanic spark flowing downward like wine.
Howl at the moon for a woman divine...
Thunderbolt, jolt! Once Red Hare was a colt!
Genius is golden? Deliver high volt!
Soar, O ye war-birds! O raptors, set out!
Whisper about what you're wanting to shout...
Hunting means compromise? Yes, I suppose.
Failure on such tour means feeding the crows.
Prey of tyrannosaurs, horror can lurk!
Hard work means shirking for average jerk...
Flickering foxfire, fan out on the fen.
Aim with thy arrows? Yes, but, then again;
Deadly are darts and stakes, to vampire hearts.
Flavors of arts and crafts, ticklish tarts.
Warrior, wild are the winter winds. Why?
Death by design, dragon! Dynamite, chide!
Werewolf, thy stride. Complied? Shiver inside!
Poisonous pride tends toward lion's pace plied...
Ergo, ye adept, respect roundabout.
Foxes in boxes where phlox grows en route.
Tyrants and archons in common sense stick!
Wicker man, nicker mare, ichor, thy chick...
Snail, leave thy trail glistening every morn.
Hatchet handle, glow with blood. O slughorn;
Send home a sign that the battle is won?
Call out their champion and it's begun...
Blossoming honeysuckle and ivy?
Castles obscured by the shine of the sea.
Mountains are dinosaurs? Some think so, yes.
Hell and Heaven just might bless what we guess.
Breaker point setting up warnings to tell?
Much like covens mean witch casting spell.
Gaslight, point elsewhere! Sharp rocks in the reef!
Heading to nowhere, O fabled belief...
~A Pyramid has 5 faces, 8 lines, 5 points
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~The foundation is always Our Earth~
"...vous basculez mon monde, mon amour..."
~And from there, we grow again~
~we play to know again...
nous jouons pour savoir encore
~Via the Nature and then...
µ?s? t?? f?s?? ?a? ?pe?ta
...jugamos y seamos amigo….again.
echo...
~we are friend.
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A pair about the myst,
Under the cover of tree and dust,
Five by five they stand in Love,
Waiting for the Sun.
Under the cover, they hid.ed One.
1440 are ‘minutes’ in One.Day…
1872000 = Maya Great Cycle Days, 5125 years, there are five of them
1440 x 13 00 = 1872000
13.00 . .
M.OO.N s
N = 14 (1 + 4) = 5 x 5125, five cycles of 1872000 'days'
A Maya Baktun = 144000 days
13 x 144000 = 1872000
18 7 2
R G B color = all 000 as 1.
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1872000 / 52 = 36000 / 25 = 1440 'minutes' in One.Day...
1872000 / 520 = 3600 'seconds' in One.Hour / 25 = 144 'ADD' they said.
1872000 / 5200 = 360 'One.Circle'
Form:
A trickling and discharging of these economic systems does weigh me.
A dribbling, and dropping of these little small paper colored green-backs.
A congress full of life-time professionals and political hacks,
and with a moral decline a tooth-decay black.
It does not matter if you have the highest of noted degrees.
The system is always on the verge of a catastrophe or a cold freeze.
You could know everything from A to Z.
Yet, only still to be tightly wrung through and squeezed.
A Corporate Cast system is the only thing that is real.
A theater casting calls of the first, then the last that's the deal.
The elites, and their enclosed franchise masked.
Is this fair or unfair or is it too hard to see.
This, to view, a carousel of toy ponies that are in a circle and phony.
It, an allusion like Fair; to be seen and this you will feel.
"Our only hope is in the Bible; its Truths and its highest Creeds."
"If and only when you truly do see it as a most highly sought of zeal."
"A one percent Fair; now in this world is seen; a pyramid slim scheme."
From the catastrophic calamity they could not hide
Frantically facing the fear of a fiery death,
they cling together until their final breath.
Arm in arm; heart against heart...
despite the impending tragedy,
determined never to be torn apart.
Love kept them side by side
Bodies stripped of flesh and still they clung
in passion bound, to flames they had succumbed
Emotions run deep as I feel their suffering
and agonizing pain that accompanied the couple
who could not refrain from devotion, even near death
embracing each other in their last moment together
while being robbed of one more breath.
As smoke darked the sanguine sky,
it was inevitable they were about to die
I imagined hearing her whisper...
"Hold me in your arms so I cannot see
death in the darkness as it approaches us
as if it were night instead of day.
Kiss me when the sun sleeps."
Helpless to end her weeping,
he swept her into his arms as hot embers
rained down upon their bodies.
He held her tighter to his chest and cried,
"Keep your fingers around my soul
and know that our love will never grow old."
Painted as if lost in a nightmarish horror,
they remained until the end of their existence
insistent on holding each other tight
but helpless to offer resistance...
until death claimed them for its own
There was no pyramid to be found
where they'd be safe from the profound hell
that rained down around them.
Their only peace was that in each other's arms
they would meet death together... entwined
Centuries later, they would be found,
limbs wound together in a profound way.
Like the ancient Pompeiian volcanic disaster
where once lived a civilization of glory,
that perished to death amid smoldering lava,
bodies burned and buried in windswept ashes...
Escape was also impossible in that calamitous story.
CROSS
belief
religion
around my fingers
a string of crystal beads
recitation of prayers
“ a memory of Christian faith “
6/28/2016
Contest: CLARITY IN A TREASURE BOX
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud
CLARITY PYRAMID: a poem with two triplets and a single line (7 lines )…
The first triplet has 1/2/3/syllable count… THE FIRST LINE IS THE SUBJECT OF YOUR POEM IN CAPITAL LETTERS… the next two clarifies and defines your subject matter…
The second triplet with 5/6/7/ syllable count is a life event or occurrence based on your theme, replete with poetic value…
The last line has 8 syllables in QUOTATION to highlight the first line, your subject matter..
Syllable count: 1/2/3/ 5/6/7 8/
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
Giant Red Planet Mars: What's really going on?
Rumors are, there is someone other than I
They're hiding where I can't see if I try
Some say they’re pint-size, big heads, and huge eclipse black eyes
Never wearing a disguise
Some say they're green
Some say they’ve been seen
Have been found and hidden out of sight, long ago
People are horrified and mortify to say otherwise and forgo
Kidnaping earthlings
And transported to distant headings
Unknown
True or false, I don’t know
Who am I to say otherwise?
We just go with the flow and compromise
We can’t blow away rumors
Crawl away just because we’re late bloomers
What knowledge we possess is our own
We’ve never been shown
Are we prone to fear?
At things that we hear
On Mars surface,
Observed by countless boisterous
Rumors, three dome cities thought to be found
Capstone mound
Possible a pyramid buried deep underground
Landscape that could transform
Caused by windstorm
Does it have a connection with our Egypt’s pyramid forms?
Not a trick of the light and shadows from the stars
It’s really bizarre mystery of what constitutes the giant red planet Mars
Is someone else here on earth hidden where we can’t see?
Do we learn from them or go on our own way thinking we’re the only ones and let be
6/27/2015
Contest Name: Subject Mars
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
If this here deep inside the depth
of the Great Pyramid was in fact
meant to be
A burial chamber for the felled
Pharaoh King himself
To ascent and assimilate his procession
and onward journey into the afterlife
And this his marble granite sarcophagus
Then pray let me me in silent contemplation
for a given time inside reside and lay in
waiting if only just for him
And listen out for the echo sounds
rebounding back to and from the afterlife
Regaling tales of enlightenment the such
as like
What indeed a star does actually sounds like
Or how long we are supposed to be dead
before we are born again
If in fact we are to be at all or secrets
Orion keeps hidden underneath his belt
Or if he actually has 3 sisters
Or why on earth was he himself indeed
deemed to be birthed and born as
a King
Yet I and countless serfs where meant
to kneel before his feet
And most pressing of all
Do we who's manual labor sweat and toil
both needed and used
In order to construct this monument
and so to apply it's manifest
Eventually get some great reward for
doing so ourselves
Grace a tomb entwined with walls
endowed with multi colored dispensary
by the greatest artists of the day
And an infinite supply of all earthly worldly
good's and treasure to accompany me
More gold than Midas himself had at his
disposal to mine or anything other than
I was able to own let alone dare wish
ever possess
Or are we so too as well too be ignored
and passed over in the afterlife as in
this life too
The hum of the motors that run the rides,
watching cars on tracks going up and down.
Squeals and screams from all those children that ride,
scrambler, octopus, and merry-go-round.
From the excitement of the tilt-a-whirl,
to the view from atop the Ferris wheel.
Stealing kisses from your favorite girl,
how wonderful the county fair did feel.
There were carnies barking out to the crowd,
telling us all about their games of chance.
Spend a dollar to win a ten-cent bear,
was all part of the county fair’s romance.
Toss a ball at a milk can pyramid,
trying to knock them over if you can.
If you can manage to do it just right,
then you might win your girl a paper fan.
Popcorn, cotton candy, and funnel cakes,
things that a fairgoer can’t live without.
Live country music at the beer garden,
that’s where all the older folks would hang out.
Seems there was a contest for just about,
everything that is possible to judge.
People hoping for red, or blue ribbons,
on their pigs or cows or jellies or fudge.