On the tides of words,
The eyes too light,
In the running of zebras,
I’m looking for it,
Under the wool, night dreams,
On the precious jewels,
The faces without worries,
I’m still looking for it,
On the torn heart,
By the Mayan treasures,
On the sleeping sun,
I’m looking for it,
In my nervous city,
In the fields of olive trees,
On the softened glass,
I’m looking for it,
In the bed of sources,
On the stopped trains,
On the docile clocks,
In the riddles of heaven,
I find it,
The happiness you’re running from.
Sur les marées de mots,
Les yeux trop légers,
Dans la course des zèbres,
Je le cherche,
Sous la laine, rêves nocturnes,
Sur les bijoux précieux,
Les visages sans soucis,
Je le cherche encore,
Sur le cœur arraché,
Par les trésors mayas,
Sur le soleil qui dort,
Je le cherche,
Dans ma ville nerveuse,
Dans les champs d’oliviers,
Sur le verre adouci,
Je le cherche,
Dans le lit des sources,
Dans les trains arrêtés,
Sur les horloges dociles,
Dans les énigmes du ciel,,
Je le trouve,
Le bonheur que vous fuyez.
Categories:
mayas, appreciation, encouraging, happiness,
Form: Free verse
I know on heydays
More Mayas settled for food
On a barren land.
Categories:
mayas, bird, people, work,
Form: Haiku
If we be not in silent meditation
we are in a hypnotic trance
blown like a leaf in a squall
ego making us to its tune dance
As dreams within dreams unfold
our tendency is indulgence
carried away by the movie
dead to pulse of inner sentience
Root cause of stupor stagnation
due to not rotating polarity
for if attention is unfettered
awareness flows on in continuity
Stillness continuum only option
to align lower & higher mind
only upon identity cessation
do we exit clutches of ego bind
13-October-2020
Categories:
mayas, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
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…
Categories:
mayas, funny, humorous, poems, word
Form: Free verse
The Sittee River
Tumbling down from the magnificent Maya Mountains,
The rabid Sittee River rushed headlong,
Over-flooding its banks and the giant mangroves
On its long journey to the open Caribbean Sea.
Once forest green, the River’s color was now a dirty brown.
Hundreds of floating logs all rafted and chained together
Like creeping caterpillars lined up on a dead leaf.
These lumbering mahogany logs, once majestic living trees
Would be transformed mostly into polished furniture.
Attention captured by this rambling rapidly roving River,
As a child I sat at my window wondering,
What other dark secrets did this wandering River hold?
Could it reveal the life of the ancient Mayas, other civilizations, or more?
I may never know.
Today the old beautiful River is clear and bitingly cold,
Keenly listening –
Vigilantly watching -
Waiting for new adventures to unfold!
Note:
As a child, I grew up in the Sittee River Village in Central America, and this is
one of my earliest memories of the River.
Categories:
mayas, beauty, environment, memory, nature,
Form: Free verse
The World Ends Today?
By Elton Camp
Well, the day of doom is finally here
The one that has millions in fear
I hear a loud, rumbling sound
And a light shaking of the ground
I wonder if I have been mistaken
More careful notice should’ve taken
Nope, I guess the world may remain
For it is only the passing of the train
I sure hope the end isn’t coming today
But, if so, then these bills I needn’t pay
As to those leaves in my front yard
Getting them up was gonna be hard
So if the Mayas made no mistake
I needn’t even get out the rake
The fiscal cliff we can forget
If nobody’s around to be hit
Let the taxes raise to the sky
Won’t matter if all are to die
The Mayas may be right, but I doubt it
If they are, we’ll soon know about it
I look out the window, tremble & shake
As I wonder what sound it’ll make
Categories:
mayas, funny, world, may,
Form: Rhyme
If You Think the World Will
End on December 21st
By Elton Camp
You have good reason for panic and fright
After all, the Mayas very well may be right
Money & jewels will be valueless on that day
So it’s sensible for you to give them all away
If you do, then you will be able to travel light
And to find a way to survive, you just might
Although your riches will be a hindrance to me
Send them along and I’ll accept them for free
Anyone out there who’s a believer true
There’s good reason that this you’ll do
So if you hope to survive the coming mess
Please contact me for the mailing address
Since this world so soon will be no more
Make sure they arrive here the day before
Categories:
mayas, funny, world,
Form: Rhyme
The World To End December 21, 2012
By Elton Camp
The Mayas, for wisdom, are unsurpassed
To the superstitious, what a great contrast
God of nature they worshipped so faithfully
Gods of rain, rainbow, corn & sun they see
Lest they help, a failure would be every crop
From starvation, into death they would drop
They buried their dead underneath the floor
So they could talk to them as done before
Demons from the Place of Awe they fear
Did ceremonies so they wouldn’t come near
The powerful priests didn’t act very nice
Why, they even decided who to sacrifice
Frightening masks they always wore
So demons would fear them and abhor
To look into mirrors they seldom did dare
Monsters from Awe could drag them there
A minor problem had their calendar, though
Because about leap year they didn’t know
So for a people so informed and so wise
To know the end wouldn’t be a surprise
Jesus’ words must be ignored, though
“The day and hour you will not know”
Categories:
mayas, satire,
Form: Rhyme