You and me we could take a slow boat to China
don't need an ocean liner it's only a stone's throw
where nothing would be finer
than to see all the tea in Shanghai flow
and share a Chinese takeaway in a hideaway
so if I know you that's where we'll go
and we'll run in the rain or sit soaking up the sun
there's only one thing when all is said and done
I'm the kind of feller who shares his umbrella
no strings attached let's see if we're matched
and if we're matched we'll have us some fun
it's no big to-do I only want fun with you
fun in the sun or under the moon
take it on the run whichever way it comes
or me and you too could sail slowly down the Nile
smiling all the while like a pair of crocodiles
and when we reach Cairo wave and say, "Hello,"
to the sphinx and the old Pharaoh
we'll keep it casual no 'putting on the Ritz'
come be with me then we'll see
if the shoe fits and if the shoe fits
when all is said and done yes it's true
I have to say every night and day
I only want fun with you
Sphery moon o'er northern bog;
sphagnum working overtime.
Sphinx Moth moves within a grand
sphere of influence,
spherule eyes gazing. Keeps his
sphygmic pulse on time -- poised with
sphenic wings arched overhead.
326.
The Curse of the Dying Sphinx
Welcome to Thebes, you daring traveler!
Because of your wisdom, I have lifted its cover!
Free now you can pass, free now you can enter!
Oh what an insult to the keeper of the gate?
To itself, to herself..it is/she is…full of hate!
What a shame? What a madness? What a miserable fate?!
How come that a wretched being like you surpass…
This riddle that for ages no sages encompass?!
What in your brain do you have to provoke such bad ass?!
Oh shame on my face for such a disgrace!
I am like a runner who lost in my own game of race!
Now the time has come to shatter myself like a flower vase!
As I fell into pieces from this glorious pedestal…
I curse your brain that's whimsical! I curse your eyes that are abnormal!
Embrace this Curse of the Dying Sphinx! Your brain & eyes are fatal!
Behold Oedipus! Witness how a small brain destroys the whole body!
Your brain!...Your odd, little brain…will now be the end of me!
Farewell, Enigma-Breaker! It hurts to see you breaking free!
-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
Ten thousand years, to where she'd stood
rich men conveyed their livelihood
In lieu of gifts, they brought cashiers
to where she'd stood ten thousand years
The sand around the desert shifts,
they brought cashiers, in lieu of gifts
Where Ra once dwelt on sacred ground,
the desert shifts the sand around
Before the Sphinx, the Pharoah's knelt
on sacred ground, where Ra once dwelt
then, chained by Temu's hammered links,
the Pharoah's knelt before the Sphinx
Like the Sphinx
Igor lies regally
With eyes closed off
To the world.
He finds his zen
And feels the breeze
But knows not how much
He is revered.
Sounds of burning water lilies
Disorient the future contours,
A shivery breath fills
My cheery corner.
The blazing shadow of the sun crushes
The sphinx of my star,
And the promises dissolve
Before the strangled star.
The Amazing Tale The Old Stone Sphinx Never Told
He walking softly repeating deep silence to the grass
Waterfalls gracefully wore away broken heart and stone
They invaded, full of dead vigor and obstinate mass
And maddening midnight the one- legged king slept alone
Nature held true to course and applauded the dying wheat.
While the tyrannical wind swept across the sad pregnant hills
Chaos and silence roved far and with nothing to eat
Except the panic and red paint the heartland over spills
Never mind the beast with its aggressive dancing about
Nor the bashful ghost that eats away the damn racing time
Therein caldron lies temptations crying with wounded shout
And the false prophet yells out dying here is not a crime.
He walked back to survey the revolution in its start.
He told father time, do not worry, I have her in my heart.
Robert J. Lindley, May 1st, 1976
Sonnet
Sphinx
this ugly, amorphous monster is
stalking me again
loathsome, foul blackened heart
half-eaten by vicious, resentful loathing
it feeds on me, tears me,
rips into my viscera,
fanged words perverse and savage
scalding my insides,
scouring me –
not clean, but raw and used,
the filthy residue left by its path
clinging to my insides,
making me cough, choke
trying to vomit out this clot
I am haunted by this cursed abomination,
my bête noire
that stalks me like a snarling dog,
mouth dripping with rage and rabid with fear
that seeks to blot me out, eradicate me,
efface me until I am become the
Sphinx, worn away by time and stinging sand
Sphinx is ageless,
She’s stood the test of time;
But, not without scars.
Her visage bears the worst scars;
Unkind to her is time;
It pays no attention to age.
Though there is power in time;
It can’t fully heal her scars.
Still, Sphinx can be proud to not look her real age.
Time may heal but, ages of scars, takes quite awhile.
SPHINX
you silent riddle
of the lion stars
ancient in mystery
staring at omega
in a terrible patience
stone eyes are fixed
at civilization fractures
ground down by hubris
all human history's here
in these stinging sands
stone maned lion
symbol of king solitude
patient as a Bedouin
tending his camel
such appetite for code
unbroken in timeless
stare hinting fury is near
awaiting a new born
generator of myths
even in techno-chaos
you are in our midst
patient as a caravan
tented under stars
Stone Sahara Lion
image cut from ages
his appetite is time
his labor enigma
outlasts the flesh
as grinding sands
hums some meaning
in a stone head dream
of secret revelations
harboring a shadow
cast over our future
by Charles Eastland
from: The Car Has Ears - Selected Poems
by Charles Eastland - Amazon Kindle eBook
There is something
Indecipherably spellbinding
Almost occult
About The Sphinx
As though conjured
Out of the blue
With a magic wand
Date written and posted: 01/05/2019
Sphinx
Sits on
Burning sands
Sunning herself
In the noonday sun
She needs no chaise
She is a
Bedrock
Sphinx.
Sphinx
inscrutable, mysterious
perplexing, mystifying, awe-inspiring
statue, ancient, pharaoh, limestone
striking, stunning, bewildering
mythical, enigmatic
egypt
Date written and posted: 03/24/2018
In the hot sands do you stand
Crouched on all four
Waiting to devour the wanderer
In search of Truth
The babes of the Jews escaped your fists
So you stand there with your nose in bits
Her feline grace reclined,
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst
in shaded groves they court with lies.
These men fell power drunk
tripping on love’s wine;
its tang turned acrid
as they lapped the poisoned vine.
The once green forest cinder,
no water for the lake was dry,
The valley’s burnt to ashen gray
and all She kissed have died.
After: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 3
Kim Patrice Nunez
09 January 2016
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