If time was beauty
She would be eternity
If she had lived in the time of the pharoahs,
not one pyramid would have been build at all for
all their resources would have been used to build
monuments to her beauty
Her beauty is the gleem of all joy
If she was to stare into the Atlantic
It would cease moving just so it
would show her reflection
mirrors must sigh when she walks away from them
the gods would war for a thousand years
just so their prophets would have the
right to speak of her beauty
Categories:
pharoahs, beauty, love,
Form: Free verse
Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!
Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!
Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily;
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!
Belly flops, fatal plops,
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.
Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!
March 22, 2018
Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018
Notes: Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.)
Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
generation used to use (frequently).
'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.
Categories:
pharoahs, fun, humorous, nonsense, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Heart hard like iron fist.
Blood spilling like waterfalls.
screaming loud like lunatics.
They are the blood tasty giants.
Seeing blood makes them happy.
Blood all over their face.
The pharoahs roar like lions.
They are fierce and strong.
But who is going to rescue the vulnerables?
Ain`t there any man?
Where the so called gangsters?
Ain`t they got eyes?
What are they using their gangsty life for?
Just to cause riot in town?
Just to show off?
Just to hold carpentry tools in their hands?
shuddering to face the villains.
The spartan is on the verge of vengeance.
The spartan will fight the villains till their wreckage hour peeps it head out.
Categories:
pharoahs, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa,
Form: Imagism
Beneath a columned structure people watch
As man and beast compete in a deadly match
Soon the drama before them will unfold
A drama contested by the very bold
In the distance a palm tree stands
in this ancient desert land
where pyramids rise from arid sands
To inter pharoahs who were grand
Two stone faced pharoahs observe the scene
As 3 men strain to control the king of beasts
Their muscles taut, their senses keen
As they try to avoid becoming the lion's feast
A leopard skin lies near their feet
Perhaps a cat that was too weak
But now the lion they try to defeat
If they lose this battle, the result, bleak
The lion roars for freedom's hope
As the men hold tightly to the ropes
Trying to subdue this creature with ebony mane
But the beast within cannot be tamed
As the lion rises up like a roaring flame
Yearning for freedom once again
The 3 men, perhaps captives themselves
Into danger's realm have delved
But if this feline should break free
The captive will give chase, and the captives will flee
~~
Categories:
pharoahs,
Form: Rhyme
The Mystic Pyramid
In ancient times the Egyptian, Aztec and many
others cultures used large stone pyramids as
burial places for the Pharoahs and Kings. The
sandstone pyramids where used to store gold
and the riches of their culture, the pyramid
was a tomb of sorts that had unusual power,
food could be stored there for ages without
going bad as the pyramid's construction had
a source of power which people believed had
come from the gods, even to this day you hear
of 'Pyramid Power' and it's ability to preserve
food and many other unexplained things.
Categories:
pharoahs, history,
Form: Free verse
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth flavored by his best
aged wine pressed from the sweetest of the vineyard grapes.
I close my eyes - my spirit hears my beloved drawing near
strength as the steads of Pharoahs Chariot - soft as a turtledove
Behold it comes leaping upon mountains, skipping upon the hills
As a young stag prancing towards its doe.
His statue as the apple tree among the trees of the woods
As I sit to take my rest in his masculine shade-
his left hand is under my head as his right embraces me.
Outlining my form with the tip of his strong precise finger.
Our lips prepare to seal destiny but, I awaken instead
With only a scent of Lebanons Cedar..
Categories:
pharoahs, love,
Form: Free verse
Journeying to the center
Of myself
In search of what I am
Versus what I've felt
When the sky melts
I'll keep soaring through
The molten elements
Telepathic fellowship
Makes timeless truths relevant
The faithful future settles it
A healing prescence
In a world of pestilence
Provide mindless tribes
With intelligence
The ostrich seeks negligence
But excellence is just the beginning
A perfect lost is adjustment to winning
I'm spirited
I cherish it until I perish
Reappearing near the cherubim
Held staffs where Pharoahs sit
Divorce is not a topic worth marrying
I'm spirited
Categories:
pharoahs, dedication, computer-internet, allegory
Form: Epitaph
For you, it was day one.
You came to the city,
to follow a lead.
From the Land of Pharoahs,
to help those in need.
The light blue flag,
flown to protect.
Ripped and tattered,
like and old rag,
without respect.
July 20th, was the day.
At 2:14, the world came down.
Dark and still, like the night.
We found you where you lay.
Stone by stone,
the tomb came down.
All stopped,
for you we had found.
A white shroud,
to protect and send you above.
Silent prayers spoken aloud,
burden of the world.
Salty tears streaming down.
No name, no photo.
Who knew this woman
from afar?
I learned about you from others.
What little I knew.
It was I who called yur mother.
The hardest breath I ever drew.
Ma'am, did she work here?
Was there a mole?
A silver necklace?
Yes, it's her.
I'm sorry.
How do you say?
Yes, okay, thankyou.
Disbelief.
Uncanny relief.
Just one more thing
before you go.
Which bell do we ring?
You tell me child.
Does it really matter,
now that her spirit is wild.
Categories:
pharoahs, death, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?