Long Shu Poems
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2.Injured people.
Mourning land. Mourning mother!
Do not cry, stand strong our people!
Without trembling, let the wild wolf be,
Will it not heal its wounds with its tongue?
Did cruelty nest in the stone hearts,
Did we receive a curse from our ancestors?
While believing we are a peaceful nation,
We became a people who killed our own kin.
Chopping at the roots of history,
Seeking to poison the minds of the people.
'There was no nation called Kazakh,' said,
To us our wise president.
Ignoring the blood spilled by our ancestors,
Fearless of the sacredness of our homeland.
With pride blinding their two eyes,
He denies all history began with us.
Could there be a Kazakhstan today,
Without the khans Janibek and Kerey?
If they hadn’t set up their camp by the Shu.
Ablai Khan, Bukhar Zhirau and Esim,
To say they are not Kazakh is nonsense.
Khan Qasim, Syzdik, Kenesary,
Those who sacrificed their lives for their descendants.
Do you dare to say that Syrym is not Kazakh,
Or is it not Kazakh Makhambet and Isatay?
Many heroes have fallen in the struggle,
For the dawn of independence today!!!
The roots of the Kazakhs are thick and deep,
How could he know what lies beneath?
From those roots, in every Kazakh's veins,
Flowing with blood, the SPIRIT has sprouted.
How could he know it will never die?
Though it may seem temporarily extinguished!
That SPIRIT hidden on the desolate sands,
That SPIRIT is hidden on the distant ridges.
It gives life, it gives blood to the roots,
Howling like a blue wolf in the crimson twilight!
That SPIRIT walks on this grassy slope,
Soaked with the blood of ancestors,
Reborn in every blade of grass!
Do not think it died in vain,
It did not die in vain!
That SPIRIT walks in unclaimed grudges!!!
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
An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.
From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed up a son!
Hun spat out the God of Air, Shu,
and he spat out a cute goddess too.
Tefnut was her name.
Moisture was her fame.
She and Shu beget children - two!
Their son was named Geb; the girl, Nut.
I’m not sure how to say her name, but
I sure like to say
Goddess Sky’s name the way
that rhymes with the famous King Tut.
When he laughed, the son Geb, “God of Earth,”
made the earth shake beneath his great girth.
I think Geb is busy
in modern days, for he
quakes often, for he’s fond of mirth!
For the tale to proceed, there ensued
some more incest, and not to be crude,
Nut, the Goddess of Sky,
got it on with the guy,
King of Earth, and they had a big brood.
There came forth from their coupling,
Queen Isis and a new Earth King,
Osiris, who was
a good king because
he ruled all rebirth, a great thing!
One son, against harmony, came
to kill Osiris, and his name
was Seth; once again
like the story of Cain -
an envious brother to blame.
But Seth got his just desserts when,
having married his Mom Isis, then
he was killed by HIS son,
named Horus, who won
the throne, and so “good” ruled again.
From Seshat to Sekmet to Rah,
Gods were worshipped by ancients with awe.
You’d have worshipped them too
had you been born to do
your poems on papyrus. Ha ha.
Hi, Mistew Powiceman!
Hi kid. Wutcha doin' outside?
I'm just pwaying hide-and-seek wif my fwends
Where's your mask, kid?
In my pocket. I stawted sweating.
Well, put it on again, ok?
Ok. (Eyes downcast. Puts it on inside out).
Kid, how old are you, anyway?
This many. (Holds up three fingers).
I see. Is your mommy home, kid?
Shu-wah. Thew she is, on the steps.
C'mere, ma'am.
Just a minute, sir. I need to bring my twins
(Appears with two 8-week-old infants in a stroller).
Ma'am, uh, I have to, uh, you see, uh, ma'am--
Is there a problem, officer?
Uh, well, you know, the Governor's new orders
about all kids over two, uh, ma'am, you know--
Yes, officer?
Oh, nothing, ma'am. Nothing, really. Your kids
are adorable, ma'am. Have a wonderful day!
You, too, officer. And thanks for watching out for our block!...
Roarke, you issue any citations today?
Uh well, no, sir.
NO, SIR?! NO, SIR?! I give you a block teeming with kids
without masks on, and you issue NO CITATIONS?!
Well, you know, sir, it's like this, sir, you see--
I see red, Roarke! The city's starving for revenue, and you issue NO--
Now just a minute, sir. Those innocent kids--
Those 'innocent kids,' huh? Were those innocent kids over two?
Well, maybe a couple of them were--
Uh, huh. Turn in your badge, Roarke.
With pleasure, sir. (Flings it onto the desk and exits, muttering)...
Hi, Honey! How was the beat today?
Oh, you might say common sense and
I were the latest victims of COVID-19
Huh?! Wudja say?!...
Betrayal is a subject I know to well
A one-way ticket to a place called hell
Whatever the case when trust is lost
A piece of your soul will be the cost
Be it by a lover or a dear friend
Regardless it will lead to the end
Something as special as it can be
Tossed to the side for pure misery
Built on treachery and based on a lie
No doubt all of the blue has left the sky
As the sky turns dark and sheds its tears
Shame and guilt fill the guilty with fear
My friend turned me in; ratted me out
I was found guilty without any doubt
What happened soon as I hit the pen?
My girlfriend up let him move on in
Full of hate and driving on the yard
Hands of fate played a beautiful card
He got busted one very beautiful day
Right to my yard they sent him away
Scared to death and shaking like a leaf
He walked on the yard to my disbelief
I was due to parole the very next day
Yet off the SHU they shipped me away
One of those things you just can’t let go
Regardless of the price and cost to the soul
You know sometimes choices can be real hard
When you’re a junkie walking the prison yard
Written for the Betrayal contest
Beloved, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss,
In this digital space, filled with coded delights,
Let me revel in your pixelated perfection,
Tiger, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss.
Beloved, you've savored your time with me,
Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis,
My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts.
I know where to lift your spirits,
Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn,
I know how to make your heart smile,
Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn.
You, because you're all about me,
Send me those heart reacts,
My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi,
My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen,
Send me those heart reacts.
Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it,
Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric,
Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket.
:: 05.17.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
The rains have come
from the seas they march
riding on the chariots of
Shu.
With black angry faces
from a furious fight with
Helios.
They cover the sky with
their might and beat
down on Asaase Yaa.
In pain she screams and
twists
making vast a number of
drops run down her
inexplicable features.
This creates rushing
waters strong enough to
bring down the mighty
Odum.
The great three has fallen
from the tongue lashing
of the rains.
Asaase Yaa sheds tears
which makes everything
beautiful giving life to the
dead seed.
She shouts out rise from
your slumber you
dormant seed rise.
Break through my
epidermis and nourish
yourself with my rain
soaked nutrients.
Live again and disgrace
the clouds.
Make them see that they
cant distroy the earth.
What the spoil i will
replenish a hundred fold.
With their rain spears i
shall build canopies.
And with thier fury i will
create rivers and
fountains.
For i am the great mother
nature.
I make you reap what
you sow.
So sow with caution.
who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see
I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid
I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid
brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle
my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because
I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama
my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze
even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above
paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs
milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu
bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best
so who loves me
well lets just continue to see
Tribute To Love
Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest
Shu fly
CEASE JIVE
Don't talk about me
Little scuffle, chin busted
Had enough?
Knuckles the hard way
Complications always ARRISE
Each time you arrive.
Don't talk about me
I'm staying sane
I'm saying
MEET UP, A BEAT UP
LITTLE scuffle tried to hustle
And the BELL' S about to ring.
One round one sound
The BELL, KNOCK HIM DOWN
Don't forget come out swinging
Nothing but the fight MATTERS.
Hit me once, I hit you 3 times.
Knocking you blind.
Til you're insane
Out of your mind
Blow by BLOW by blow
I'm a tinny, tiny, little,
Itsy, bitsy, SELF DEFENSE
ARTIST.
You try to trick me.
I become HOUDINI.
Got it in your HEAD YET?
I'll beat it out then put it back again
JUST FIGHT DON'T TALK
ABOUT ME..
Nature’s Concerto
Blip de blop tishu blop fush
Rambles the babbling brook
I come and sit in still sunlight
Its rhythms have me hooked.
In stillness does the flowing sound
Like music to my ears
Concerto blip de blop tishu blop fush
Playing endless years.
Pa shu di she st blip da blop
A rock has moved along
The caw of crow and bizz of hum
Background accents grow
This song of nature grande and pure
Is played for me unending
Sometimes it’s faster, sometimes it’s slow
Along the river’s bending.
How God designed each little thing
Such concerts for mankind
Blip de Blop tishu fush blip
Meant to sooth the mind.
Jeralynn Clark