Along the River Nile
Lies a potent earth so fertile
Before it met a sudden death
In the cold hands of civilization.
Now it lives only as a ghost
Once a symbol of becoming
A beacon of hope
A name we carried like breath.
They stripped her of her story
Wrapped her in another’s image
Called her ruins what was once glory
And buried her truth beneath conquest.
But Kemet still lives
In skin kissed by sun
In tongues they tried to silence
In the pride of those who still remember her name.
Pharaoh Akhenaten liked his potbelly to show
He told the artists to draw him Rubenesque without woe
An Egyptian monarch with confidence back in the day
So, the skilled artesian painted Akhenaten exactly that way.
I was crafted for you long ago of bronze
Carried by Egyptians like fine silk
I was once the ankh pressed against your pain
We crossed the Nile while pharaohs slept in lotus
dreams
The desert was once our home and Cleopatra, our
Queen
While the queen courted Caesar and General
Ptolemy ruled
We clung to the fevered silver of the stars
But now is today and all is forgotten of us
A promise to M.
Written in sand
They rise like ancient dreams
From the sands of Egypt
Gently kissing the sky
Whispering to the heavens.
How grand they are
The pyramids of Giza
With pride so high
They paint the sky.
What you see are stones stiched
With hands together so neat
Each edge lay in total agreement
To a will of a heart with ailment.
But Pharoah saw a dream
One the captures the reality of a life
That will never fade on the face of earth.
A story that stands the test of time.
I wasn't a native in the land, but I blended in
wasn't a place I called home, but I dwelt it
simply a misfit trying to fit in
a victim of circumstance
a weakened soul that knew no resistance
adapted to the cruelty and swore my allegiance
In the mist of the pain I found closure
despite the stress, i took hold of my composure
My true self hidden in a chained enclosure
I survived the tyranny
sorrowful songs were the only company
but in all the agony i remained a faithful slave
convinced that the only alternative was to be brave
Freedom was far from a delicacy I could crave
Then you came
with hope engraved all over your name
Rescued me from the land of shame
Fed my hungry tummy with the attention I never had
Pointed the way to freedom, where i could be glad
Watered my withered Love garden
and welcomed my torn heart into your haven
I beg of you please!
Take a tight grip of this hand, to never release
From a distance I see Pharaoh with a swarm of chariots like bee's
I give you my heart and soul to encrypt
I can't take a step back to Egypt
Salt from the sands of Egypt
Sprinkled into wine
To banish dark memories
Red wine mixed with myrrh
Infused with pink salt
Through wisdom
Praise!
POEM TO RENEE, MASTER HEALER
Perfectly proportioned Greek goddess
except her philosophies were
somewhat eastern
or eternal
Gold locks alight
magical medicine woman
aflame with Sakara heat
feeds us walnuts
wrapped in dates
Blond lashes thick as a
witches broom
crown holding
vine veins entwined
Serpent spirited
she blows crimson notes
into our stretched out
poignant palms
Dissolve untenable
unfathomable fears !
dissipate sorrows of souls…
silver wing tips of nightingales
come, come, pierce skin
fly far with Masters and
angels into Olympus
of open oracles
Remember Power, balance
peace, ChristLight
Mother Mary, ease
Michael and Chamuel
clapped clanging away
sores sliced ignorance
opened organs
spun wheels
Too urgent, so urgent
forgetting Love is
patient
I did not know
her time was
very near
I am mourning
My Beloved Master
©ghairodanielspoetry&song2000
the Egyptian queen's eye make-up had to be perfect
she instructed her face painter to make it extra green
and the blackest ebony you can imagine she instructed him
the harried creator had to add more lead and more copper
each time he thought it was right she shot him down
More green, more black, and she frowned at his efforts
No one was more difficult to please than Cleopatra
He did not realize she was planning her death day.
And wanted her corpse to look a certain gorgeous way
Serpents in Egypt engraved images for each being
Unveiling the lack of discursive reasoning in the heavens
Not manmade patterns to represent sounds and reasonings
Augustus was on his way to conquer her people
powerful Nubian Queen Amanirenas
launched her own surprise attack on the Romans
lead army of thirty thousand
conquered three Roman Cities
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
pharaoh's scarab
eternity's talisman
regenerative
afterlife rebirth
ancient Egypt's obsession
winged scarab takes flight
great significance
scarab held in diseased hand
talisman of hope
'T' Words -
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Talisman.
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
13/04/2023
Pixabay Image: PatternPerfectArt
Behold Queen of Priestesses
I bow my head in your sanctuary
Of cool stone, circling your obelisk
Receiving roses and papyrus
to cover my breasts
of aching love and thorns
Glyphs pierce my skin
I thank you for God’s grapes
put before me and the many
Jewels for my altar to the Sun
Your emeralds dissolve in the
Rivers of Africa
turning to sparkling trout
For San to catch
Your tears fill our dams to the brim
as the One speaks into your eyes
I listen with heart strings pull tight
A cool breeze sways my
Spine clear of all want
As Pyramid moves to Moon
then descends again
Our robes touch planets
To bring you messages
for your rule and
Cloth for Kem
Ever upward we move
to the indefatigable
Light
©ghairodanielspoetry2022
I
Never one to shackle one with the past
Yet humans use words to distort
Time, our guilt or responsibility
In that sense, the Past is a scapegoat
An escape route, and inconsistent ally:
If one has/ had parents, one has a past
And we give it life with our names ...
When we use any names, biological
Or anthropological, or political (Malcolm X)
The past is deployed - a battleship of peace and war
II
God has a Past (faithfulness) yet is timeless
Not shackled by time; the Passover
Cannot be passed over or passed by
Even as Past History of Hebrews escaping
Egypt, superpower of the day
If you have skeletons you're hiding
You may say LET the PAST BURY ITSELF
It can't be done
Face it, repent, and enjoy PRESENT Presents
Of a cleaner conscience, trust, open relationships
The PAST is the (steamship or) airship
That brought you here: face this time with truth
Poet: Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Pen : el.oti.gi...
*EGYPT AN ANCIENT CULTURE*
It's a ring,
A ring of Egyptian culture,
Where people lived together,
Optimism, confident, kind-hearted
Generosity and sense of humor,
Is all they are known for.
Egyptian People:
Had a wonderful nature,
With a welcoming heart,
Used to live happily even after work,
Were self-sufficient on the poor.
Peaceful they lived.
The wore undyed clothes,
Respected the laws of the land,
Believed in a happy life,
Clothing were so descent,
Respected women rights.
Their culture,
Gave power to man,
As the head of the family,
As women, the head of the home,
Taught their kids on their culture,
Which was full of harmony and balance.
Making them different from other cultures.
Egyptian culture,
Believed their land was intimately,
Hitched their distinctive salvation.
Ooh, what a wonderful culture,
That was patriot,
Which served their country army,
And encouraged,
Which is still immortal in history,
With simple behavior and living.
otienoelvis7141@gmail.com
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