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Dreams of Sepia  Aug 2015
Bastet
Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
( for my former cat, Charlie)

Bastet slits green eyes
ancient protector of women
& children
under the iron slither of a moon
The Nile dances in her veins
as she draws near
& the last rattlesnake
breath of a mouse dances
under her.
What philosopher
could paint her grace
& viciousness
at once
or apples bobbed
at Halloween
at which she
presides in all her
ebony & majesty
Bastet - was an ancient Egyptian goddess known as giving protection to women & children & personified/portrayed as a black cat.

This poem is about my black cat, Charlie.
Mermaid  Dec 2012
Bastet~
Mermaid Dec 2012
oh goddess of mysterious

Luna!Shine upon my mind -

your palce skin makes

me see just you,

I'm blind for the

dark spirits in world -

This night I sacrifice

myself to you -

please drink my

pure red blood,

My Goddess -Cat

with cold intuitive heart,

I feel your moon-breath

spread on me above.

Let me touch your

silver glow circle,

make my mind open

for this wonder.




.......No♥r .......
          november-12-
Bastet is egyptian Goddess -cat ~
Matthew Bright Nov 2024
Sometimes she's here ,
sometimes she's there ,
sometimes she's high above
or radiant in mystic prayer .

Singing to the trees
or dancing under stars ,
running through an everglade
when Venus conjunct Mars .

She knows the path
of Truth and Light .
Her spirit guides
transcend the Night .

The Empress heart soothes
wounded from neglect .
She is Skadi , Shakti ,
Artemis and Bastet .
DM  Aug 2013
A prayer for kimmy
DM Aug 2013
Oh Bastet,
Oh Sekhmet,
Upon you are the praises,
As the Eye of Ra,
Protector of those beyond their age,
Blessing us with the knowledge of your will,
The incarnation of you Kimmy,
Is prepared for her journey,
Yet through supplication and festivals of drunkenness,
We beseech thee,
Again your Ointment jar will be overflowing,
The Sistrum and Aegis again in your hands,
Sacrifice at the Temple in celebration
For continued presence,
Here in the second world,
Our beloved Kimmy.
Written awhile back for two loved ones.

*"Our sweet children, where have you been?
We're waiting for you outward the ingress,
Admitting : you nowhere were seen
As you are: each — an enraptured princess!"  

Vivacious shades on your ethno coat
Emphasise your femininity;
Bastet at heart — best childrens lifeboat!
Spacey gray cap: fairish and witty —

It suits you — dear darling — shared hugs
Of wellcome! Lively, charming's your gaze  
As young Notre~Dame; and blue scarabs
Are lit on your kind fortunate face.

   The theatre lady, the dreamer,
The writer, the thinker, you're teacher,
Performer, a woman, protector
Creator, great mother, old friend!
He adores to clasp at you on the stage ☆
where your spirit's genuinity has wings :)

Yet, don't you work a little too much, my dear fragile and powerful little Woman... Love you ~ always!
~
Created by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love
~
Fly Vida Jul 2011
I think the celestial beings that created bonds between Mayan kings and the Sun god tranplated their practices in the 21st century when they encountered you and I. They searched the constalations to give us the perfect relation so that even Satan himself couldn't break through the bonds that bind us. Even when the sun rose and wiped every star from the sky, Alpha and Omega remained in perfect sight. I was born of you, like Bastet born of Ra. You protect me during the day, and I will be by your side when the moon's in the sky.

If it was up to you, there would be no harm that came to me, but you can only sit by and observe as the world tries to break me down. But I have your bones, and I will only be broken down to resurrect stronger. As many times as you see my hear thrown on the floor, because I have your heart, I will never love less. You give me peace and ease of mind.

You give me the courage I need to be a pioneer in a world of followers. To make my own path in this life, so that I know everything I have done was for myself and in my best interest. Your smile lights up my life and I can help but smile myself. I find you spirit within my soul, and I know that you are always with me. I will always be your little girl.
Bastet
crouches in
dimly lit corridors
of the Egyptian temple
Her marble black skin
shimmering pools
incandescent green orbs
lit with altar fire
Feline Goddess
of the Nile
carries a kitten
by the scruff
gently she lowers
the newborn bundle
of fluffy joy
on our doorstep
Baby Rama
He who brings
enduring bliss
Galaxies
and all the Cosmos
reflected in his
sweet eyes
a mcvicar  Sep 2018
Bastet
a mcvicar Sep 2018
she shone through trees,
calling me and my lonesome;
but i cannot understand archaic Egyptian
and i'm lost in despair for a time i've never been shown.
i know i've missed my deadlines,
but we've not been introduced.
take my offering, warrior princess;
take my words and take me home.
30.9.18  /  i'll wait for you
Yin
Brand new journey
of hopes and dreams
Some new tasks
aren't what they seem
I miss my past life
I miss my home
I'm in a place
that's quite unknown
I've been here once
in adolescence
I left it then,
for brand new essence
I lingered there
for quite some time
I learned some things
and made them mine
Now I'm stuck
and nothing's lost
But still I mourn
and pay the cost
My title changed
my morning kills
I wake up torn
and feel so ill
A broken cat
whose senses fade
I look back at
the life I've made
I'm still positive
and still so proud
But when I'm alone
I scream out loud
With ages changing
and friends amidst
still some scatter
others twist
Identity crises
the first in a while
It seems it's been years
since I failed to smile
I don't understand
I feel so fine
but just a year ago
I felt divine
I surrender
Indifference consumes
I may not be me
but certainly not you
I have no regrets
I'll do what I do
I just pray to Bastet
that I'll make it through
Through the struggle
I'm like the Cheshire
I smile and then
I disappear
I'm sort of there
but kind of here
I still have zen
and **** my fear
but needed time
for you to hear
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
A stack of unread books
teeters, hovers
over the squeezed tube
of triple antibiotic gel
resting on my nightstand,
lying right next
to the empty cup of white monkey,
sitting on a Heineken coaster.

My electric blanket
is plugged in,
set on #2, while
my head rests
on stacked pillows,
a cool breeze floats over me.

Bastet keeps me company on papyrus
along with the raised canine
under the glow-painted
Milky Way, where
I weave stories,
minglings of half-truths
& real fantasies.

I get tired of loving the hand
& use my finger to
spread some if it
in verse, wondering
why my head buzzes me so,
or if a single soul can relate
to such an asylum,
my sanctuary.

— The End —