Tutankhamen Poems - Poems about Tutankhamen

...Rejection Slips 3 Rejection Slip by Michael R. Burch Whenever my writing gets rejected, I always wonder how the rejecter got elected. Are we exchanging at the same Bourse? (Excepting presen......Read the rest...

...Rejection Slips 2 The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the mon......Read the rest...

...Musings at Giza by Michael R. Burch In deepening pools of shadows lies the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes. Though centuries have passed, he waits. Egyptians gather at the gates. Great ......Read the rest...

...Let’s boogie! My music in tuning with earths vibrations, Hymns: sound booming; to the core, Bass drum to brass chains- Matching with my skin tone, The great song of my life. So I design ......Read the rest...

...Tutankhamen’s demise; unfortunate boy king, all too soon cut down; before adulthood. His spirit echoes one last cry throughout eternity. Akhenaton’s son, bred for the throne of Egypt, ......Read the rest...

...THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN I. The king is dead--and layed within his place, and night has fallen as it did before, within his tomb he hides his golden face and waits to li......Read the rest...

...THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN I. The king is dead--and layed within his place, and night has fallen as it did before, within his tomb he hides his golden face and waits to li......Read the rest...

...THE BOY KING Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again. In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon A boy king. In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in s......Read the rest...

...THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN Part VI. How old are you--young man--why do you stare? The world awaits for you to raise your soul-- though fettered to the wind--and ev'rywhere, in time a dream will mak......Read the rest...

...I sit on top of pyramids and scale my landscape of ancient tombs with expired pharaohs in them a queen once watched is now lived (through me ) with stone and pallet I begin to etch in stone th......Read the rest...