Short Ancients Poems
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my friend and I toil
all day long the thirst and sweat
planting with each seed
a bow to the ancients
fire earth air and water
these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …
Form:
Calm
First
calm erratic
moments
suspend
and catch
exciting past
then bury it
with the ancients
the danger
is now
last.
egypt calls to me
a past life there beckons and
i visit in dreams
scenarios rolling by
what ancients sages reveal
sky. trees
in time, ancient.
ones with the sea,
from a far.
light travels,
faster than sound.
expanding into another galaxy.
flowers remain with the ancients.
Form:
Claudia aka
Lady Jade Lioness
You are a light on my world
You are love by your looks
We are what the ancients
Call many things
Most of all
Love
I.M.
tj
sing me her songs
her songs amongst the old rocks & mounts
her ancients songs
amid those pages & their kings
when mansa musa was the prince
& sundiata was in preeminence
(to be continued)
Form:
Are we really disputing beliefs of the past
Evolution makes us think we have surpassed
Basic skills back then
We surely do transcend
But their abilities were amazing and really vast
Feel the sky quake, and gaze upon this cosmic Fall;
Let the Ancients guide you through the glory of all.
The Creatures stir, awoken from their timeless sleep;
Stand now, and become lost in the Deep.
Are we really disputing beliefs of the past
Evolution makes us think we have surpassed
Basic skills back then
We surely do transcend
But their abilities were amazing and really vast
Facial parts, a trophy of war to be feared
“Mimizuka” are mounds of noses and ears, how weird
Those guys were sadistic
Maybe a bit animalistic
What drove these ancients to be so hedonistic
pork chop sandwich with onions,
and the smell of daddies leather coat,
I'm not much for crying.
Brought to our knees
by our ability to live,
struggle and pain cover the pillars
of the ancients
with
our
blood.
tre three penny das ta do
juniper juniper the opened mass
turn over your yarn
to the tormentors
stir the pot
breach of peace
the ancients taught
a silo bent through an accord
the time has come
all for one
crystal clear night
diamonds on black velvet cloth
myriad of stars
~
ancients visualised images
of animate and inanimate objects
a celestial collage.
Written on 10th May 2020.
Basking in emptiness
reality takes a back seat
dream flight discarnates
dependent origination
karmic kisses enclosed
(Title--term used by ancients to describe
negative karmic patterns passing from body
to body, plaguing one's earthly psyche.)
Telling the bees my secrets
just as the ancients told theirs.
The only reason is another star,
or the dying of our beauty.
Ignorance is the definer
of your bliss.
Stay where you are, not willing to come in;
not willing to sieze the sun or the moon.
I wonder how bright the stars were
When there was no electricity to drown them out
When the ancients roamed the earth
At a time, of building with stones
Did they look up as much
as we look down at our phones?
Kale Brereton
July 14th/18
Inspired by and dedicated to Jan Allison and the amazing moorland bird, the Ptarmigan.
nights... no clouds... moonlit
shadows race over moorland
double silhouettes
~~
deemed monsters... shadows
the ancients misnamed... fauna...
double silhouettes
Once deactivated,
after forgotten,
played were the
ancients toys...
after finished
all jokes
and merriment... what do we have!?
We are "STATUES"
from Internet...
dippy, daffy
of technology... !
The ancients say:
“Beautiful, the evening clouds
Endless, the distant hills, blue upon blue, peak upon peak!”
But after the splendor of the sunset
shadow creeps in upon the land, cold, dark, heartless
and though one needs but wait until sunrise
for the dead, that is an awful long time.
the birth of an infant
the ancient kingdom celebrates
gentle gift of life
man moved ahead
kingdom no more survived
families break up
new nuclear family
birth and death forever here
just seem to pass by
when death knocks on the door
realisation slides in
of the glory of ancients
The earth belongs to the One who created it*
We are only stewards of the area we possess,
Known to the ancients, this fact is no secret
No one owns anything forever is my guess,
So, enjoy it while you can is as good as it gets.
(*Psalm 24:1)
Written May 10, 2022
We stand beneath an unfamiliar moon
Where nature's magic weaves a crimson loom
To contradict what ancients understood
The world survives and has not met its doom
__________________________________________
Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper "Super Moon Eclipse"
10/3/15
Neolithic stones
Majestic motions upward
Bathed in fairy prances
Ancients questioned the meaning
Of the skies above,
Many assuming they knew the truth
Pertaining to solar systems and solstices,
Those humans were created,
Along a perilous journey
That led them to Paradise
In ancient spiralling motions
Yellow skin
White soul
Slant eyes tell
Be proud my young Korean friend
In your veins runs the blood
Of ancients
In your heart has bled the blood
Of deep human sorrow
In your eyes
They see
The promise of a great future
Yellow skin
Yellow soul
Golden heart
Korea exist within you
Smile
Form: