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
Water and its depth
Purify, always the same
In the Nile river.
The nation naturally knows
The Nile. The river flows up to the
North and above. The love
Through Sudan and Egypt up and on
The way of the Nile? The
Spiritual Water. It flows. It roars.
Its banks are broad. We in
Africa grow thankfully. For the
Nerves of the Nile. It feeds the
Africa of nations. The sacred
Stations. Though there were
Trials and Tribulations and
Trails of frustrations. The
Efforts to form from this
Nation a festering filth of foreign
Obvious obstruction officially
Outstanding obliteration. That
May cause destruction of this
African paradise BUT...
Next night the Nile might
Regenerate. The trial of the
Nation is on the verge. Nile is
The life. Lets reiterate. The
Day the night the surge. It is
The life. The Nile Floods back to us.
Nile Nation Never
Ending Natural Nuturing Nexus
Stardust. LEGACY the Nile
Survives and strives back to us
There are these two rivers I like.
Someday, somewhere, they shall reunite.
I’m no doc, but it seems to me
If you’re having trouble with pee
Between hard to piss
And finding you miss
It’s best to be able to see
—————
h/t to Senile Dilemma by Milt Hankins
The glamour of a prestigious school lured her far away..
two years would whizz past, of arduous work,
immersing in books, away from home,
away from her beloved...she assured him.
rushing to the station, he wished her all good luck,
holding a bouquet of Lily of the Nile...she admired !
petals shrivel, flowers wither, the moment does not.
July 27, 2022
Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Picture B:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904762475/
SECOND PLACE
still your thoughts and breathe
inside your inner sanctum
jewel of the Nile
These words were written by a pearl with craft
A child went to Egypt with no quiver
The land of idolatry and witchcraft
To find a sole pearl in the Nile river
The pearl was guarded by the Ancient Snake
The child, in the heat of the sun and sand
Listened to the snake’s lullaby awake
A spell that called mist to cover the land
Memories of parents died and exiled
The pearl was lost in the mist in a swirl
But a letter shone to the orphan child
He remembered his soul and took the pearl
The child returned to the Dawn-land on raft
These words were written by a pearl with craft
Date: 05/14/2022
Contest: Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Contest's Sponsor: Emile Pinet
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
Lotus,
a name given to her.
Someone highly beautiful,
the crowd would run to see her.
Astonished by her talent,
her movements were something new.
She was a rare form.
for her dance was not like the others.
The Nile, her traveling road.
she spent her time traversing between lands,
giving the people a show.
Her dance, so unique.
The way she moves to the desert beat.
She has caught the attention of royalty.
They want to see what's been heard.
In the palace,
as she graced herself to the nobility,
during a festival for the gods.
the rhythm of the drums makes her move.
her body rolls, her belly swirls, her hips bounce.
The people watch her dance.
They are entrapped by her dark eyes.
Swaying hands, the flow of her cobalt skirt.
The rattling of her bracelets.
Her feet sweeps across the floor,
as her curvy frame follows.
Her hair drifts with her,
as her bronze skin glows in the candlelight.
The sheer fabric flows with her figure.
the love of performing for her pharaoh.
her beauty was rare to them,
for they saw her as a breathing flower.
Lily of the Nile
O Lily of the Nile, your enchanting
purple starburst blooms
rise on naked stalks to greet
lovers on their river stroll as
nature lifts their spirits high where
setting sun and twilight meet.
Known from ancient ardent times
as lover's finest floral gifts...
alluring in shadowed silhouette,
as blooms unfurl to a new day
as lovely as the day before,
in stunning shades of violet.
In regal stature, tall and fragrant,
with beauty and rectitude you share
divine essence when you flower
in tenured longing you so desire.
Alas, you fade at summer's end
and reluctantly release your power.
6-30-19
Tri-Con Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
~Poem of the Week July 7-13 2019~
Thank you very much Poetry Soup Team
and Poetry Soup Members for the honor!
Smile a while now while u smile
Scan the memoir s dat pile
Close to ur heart left at a mile
And ponder over for a while
Leave behind wat makes u fragile
Wat stengthened u is what's worthwhile
It stays wth u wat makes u smile
Long back then n on all the while
And leaves u feeling forever juvenile
Through all the stages of life volatile
Wen u can't fake a smile
N ur efforts seem futile
Stop by for a thought fully exile
Not to forget u smile a while
Smile a while n while u smile
U will discover ur river of Nile.
Agapanthus
Tall Agapanthus in the Nile you once grew,
A river flower of sapphire blue,
Bursting from your cozy pod
Smiling as you nod
On thin stems;
Hello
Summer’s gem
Blooms in warm weather,
The season’s sweet love letter,
Dainty flowers of azure or white
Grows in garden shadows or brightest sunlight.
6-26-2019
The cat is so Egyptian-Iike,
in her grand, artistic grandeur.
Her classic flurry splendor.
Utterly silent and regal.
Like her sister, the sphinx,
In the Nile.
With that eternal, feline smile.
5/23/2019
2:35pm PST
BLUE NILE IN HER VEINS
At the edge of the great Sahara
In the antique brown sands slithers
The Asp, a species of Egyptian cobra,
Prize catch for the snake charmers.
In the golden times of the Pharaoh
The venomous snake, an instant killer
Enjoyed a special status in Alexandra,
A symbol of royalty, nothing lesser.
The king Asp, the pride of the palace,
Charmed by the beauty of the queen
Could never leave his protected place,
On queen’s neck he wanted to be seen.
His desire was fulfilled the fateful day
Cleopatra decided her life should end
As Roman torture might come her way
For she had the royal dignity to defend.
The regal reptile, confused, found it hard
But planted the kiss of death in royal style,
The venom of Aspian love mingled in blood,
In her veins flowed to silence the blue Nile.
May 4, 2018
Related Poems