Short Osiris Poems
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Isis trawls the Nile,
Finds thirteen dismembered parts,
The phallus missing,
Sings, resurrects Osiris,
Fashions gold phallus, conceives.
Her lips sparkle light cherry dipped in honey;
a short, red mini lights up men's eyes with desire;
scent of youth and sensual life enchants;
she walks like Isis heading to Osiris' arms.
This is the night she was waiting for; a party is to be started
a few hours from now; it is a girl's night out.
If you want the
blood of Osiris. You will
have to praise my folly,
share in my laughter,
and feel the life
of Re. If you want
the blood of Osiris,
the life of God, you
must feel yourself
and know your heart's
content. Let the blood
of Osiris fill your
cheeks flush and
within the eyes of Set.
Form:
I dwell in the heavens
on moonlit beams
sun seared clouds
billowy waves
my celestial stage
no worldly worries
or cranial cares
My soul mingles
meddles
among gods
Zeus, Apollo
Osiris
Thoth and Thor
dodging an asteroid
meteor or mars
Welcome to the
mystery of my
soul's menage
Osiris watching from the sky
Satellite recon harvesting personal
data on you and I
Sending chills down the spine
In the name of national security
Big brother is listening on the line
Privacy eroded freedoms rights scorned
Electronic surveillance now the norm
Everywhere you go Big brother knows
Everything you do Big Brother is watching you
She cried
All the tears
Of her body
Of his heart
Of her mind
Until
Only his soul
Can reveal herself
Can transform himself
In the flood of the Nile
This is the way it is
That flew away
The first Imperial Aquila
Lonely
Heavenly
Invisibly
In search of fourteen pieces
Stolen
Scattered
Dismembered
Of her Love
Aby, New York, 20th May 2022
Up bright and early with HORUS
Enjoying the sounds of the Morning Glory chorus
Feeling the energy and riding with RA at noon
Beautiful, warming rays piercing my skin like a harpoon
Coming down a bit after noon, moving towards SET
But still shining brightly 'cause it hasn't gone down yet
Now OSIRIS is looming very near
Cooling down, yes, going down, about to disappear
scarab
glinting indigo and peacock
symbol of resurrection
desert phoenix
you are a jackal
waiting, traitorous,
by my grave
to lunge and devour me,
licking my blood from your snout
you cannot consume my heart,
organ of my soul
for it has been weighed and measured
and I am gone to Osiris
but – see there
peeking out,
brilliant with the sun,
a tiny hint of emerald
glimmers in my smile
The fanged serpents are uncoiled
And they have encircled the landmass
From the Mediterranean to Euphratis and Tigris
And Paris
They hiss, they hiss.
IS is a snake
With claims fake
Eclipsing Bagdad and neighbourhood
With a huge hood.
ISIS is no Nile-flooding Isis
With any Osiris!
ISIS is an acronymic onomatopoeia
Uncoiled now and coiled then
With a long dia.
ISIS is hiss, hiss is IS
ISIS, ISIS.
On this day pestilence had hands and fingers,
dripping with maroon redemption, soaked in alternate intention,
on this day even the desert felt despair,
felt the footprints of a poisonous discourse.
The Nile with a disrupted course,
soaked with a disposed corpse,
a pest by the name of Seth scarcely shook,
dismemberment with a calm dispose,
a surgeon he worked to implore,
the remains of Osiris,
a drunkard for death,
for blood a whore.
cosmic constant, sneaks
to be diluted
pinned down with
prison franks
playing footsie
not a long ride
loveless daybeds
abandoned signals
fighting eyes across trafficked lies
earthern worms
bait filled cells in bread
tape worn in xrays of osiris
skipped eventually in tag
enough to walk down
walking home, down
further than, better days
sinkers on a string
blankets of kelp, poisoned
and learned
the baby won't need a pack of smokes
Stoned in still water,
Osiris stares at me;
Wings sharp as shields,
Batter a subway overhead;
Somewhere a cadence
Floats like a blue rinse,
Your bird-eye catches a scent,
Chanel No.5,
Pokes it inside your brain,
A tongue lashes out,
Whips you stupid;
You fell for those plumes,
Had to have them,
Close-up,
An ultra-violet frenzy,
Claws into you -
Does it hurt?
Birdseed is not sniffed at,
On cold Bay days;
And oh Baby,
Could she sing!
Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.
All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds the pieces, breathes them into form:
She births the sun from what was not a sun:
Let life begin.