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Carlo C Gomez Jul 26
When Pharaoh
checked out at the Red Sea,
odd circumstance made a grab for his vacant scepter,

and kingdom collided
with plague to paint a mural
on the palace wall (or maybe, it was the hotel lobby),

of a dreamer's garden,
his wife in veils, her dance a cordial
invitation to a great many unmentionable things,

the feral sky had blown
itself out, and in muted candle
nightshade, the mistress of war disembarked,

and so somewhere
in those upper rooms, ruler
and consort, hearing the sound of running water,

mystified their carnal
senses by infusing themselves
with a little vigorous morphine of the soul

Akintola kunle Jun 2020
My inks is running low and so
My stories is combing to and fro
Longing for lung on a desert to hunt
In the constant figure of your burnt.

My Moses is chasing your Pharaoh
Across the Niger sea painting real ivory
Wriggling coolerly above your Pharaoh
Wanting to press me more corrupt story.

My love let me grab you on a red Sea
Let our fleshy lips walk to a promise Land
Gambling is a chance thus let us plea
Love let my people go before hand.

Magic your jaunty servant to strive me
Craving  for his colossus salvation
I snake you corruption snake me
We shed our skin to be one in gyration.

Pharaoh loving Moses beyond red Niger
Flora saw none before Christmas the tribes
She was too friendly as adder and better.
I want to express my interest in affection. The beauty of falling in love is beyond human comprehension. The lover and the love are both like the biblical Pharaoh chasing Moses and the Israelites . Pharaoh destination is the red Sea and that of Moses is beyond the sea. Here Moses(boy) is the lover thinking of how to love is Pharaoh (girl) beyond dating but and everlasting love. Nigeria and corruption are like two love birds that might end destroying one another in their journey of love. The writer believes the love journey will end in a red Niger.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Waterworks are failing

Nile faucet tears

***** powder salt

Plague blood wine

Fermented analgesic sea

Swallow Ebers papyrus

Swallow ******'s scroll

Raze the periscope, this is no crusade

Born blind under duress

They sink mid-thigh in pools of acronym

Copper pennies at their toes

Can't wish for things they haven't been
taught to believe

Steal them instead

They'll get a parade for far less

But then again the winds might turn

The sea might divide master and slave

And there they shall be peeing their pants

"In caelum fero--we make our mark"

You picked a bad day to fight, Egyptian
lenore Jul 2019
poem is
a pharaoh's tomb:
the i interred in immortality.
Ylzm Apr 2019
The poor bless the rich,
and the lowly bless the mighty;
Even as Jacob blessed Pharaoh,
And the giver blessed.
ConnectHook Apr 2018
Wisely invested in mammon, secure,
I repose in my splendor, moronic—
bejeweled with scarabs, jackals, and cats.
My dividends total pharaonic.
Egypt was a scheme—
very long-endurance scheme. . .
but yes, still a scheme.
Benjamin Mar 2018
The whip lands
on labyrinth of lines.

The shout, filled
with a hopeless prayer -

The scream,
prelude of the charm
that death whispers.

Pharaoh takes
a bite
sweet grapes
as much as
the queen's *******.
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