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Maria Mitea May 18
the onion in  father's hands had no time to cry,
he punched it with his fist on the corner of a table,
then ate it with salt and sheep's cheese,
(like pyramid builders my father was paid in onions)

the onion in mother's hands was sweet,
called brotherly onion, and made many leaves,
spring after spring
it was multiplied throughout the village
people kept wondering
how the onion in mother's hand
doesn”t bring tears,

- the onion in my hands is waiting

to clean it with my hands,
to cut it with a knife,
to punch it with a fist,

I think,
whenever I have an onion in my hands
I think,

the onion is waiting,

the onion in my hands

is waiting

to cry
Onion - the symbol of eternal life
Paul Idiaghe Oct 2020
here, time is a truck
with waxed wheels. but it
keeps pacing, keeps paving the path
to destruction; in dreams, I pluck

myself from its sheath, let it sweep
over me like a tide; on the
ground, I gather my garments,
as stones and seashells, slip

into their ethers, where eternity
waits. here, pyramids don’t converge
as they taper; they tunnel
like a lair that has lost its lucidity

& I’m wandering within their walls,
clueless, clouded—a captive child
eager to escape into enlightenment,
or another dream, where bliss befalls.

this is a paper-dream gobbling
reality—down to its
bone, bruised bare & bleeding.
Where your thoughts flow is where fear lies.
What you see are objects of destruction,
Tools to destroy, tools to build.
How you see these objects,
Is why you deceive your truth.

Where your mind thinks, controls blood circulation.
What you feel is what you see, Truth.
How that flows keeps you alive,
Cleaning your blood is why you survive.

Where the world is, oil is, burning, or blinding.
Moist is what the deception tells you,
Truth is how actions express itself,
Independence is why you need to hear what lies.
Independence is why you need to listen what the Eye sees, The Brutal Truth.
Stay woke Sister.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
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 pyramids, the looted tombs
—how still and desolate their wombs!—
await sarcophagi of kings.
From eons past, a hammer rings.

Was Cleopatra's litter borne
along these streets now bleak, forlorn?
Did Pharaohs clad in purple ride
fierce stallions through a human tide?

Did Bocchoris here mete his law
from distant Kush to Saqqarah?
or Tutankhamen here once smile
upon the children of the Nile?

or Nefertiti ever rise
with wild abandon in her eyes
to gaze across this arid plain
and cry, “Great Isis, live again!”

Published by Golden Isis and The Eclectic Muse

Keywords/Tags: Ancient, Egypt, Giza, Sphinx, pyramids, tombs, sarcophagi, Cleopatra, pharaohs, Bocchoris, Kush, Saqqarah, Tutankhamen, Nile, Nefertiti, Isis
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Egyptian contractors are hard to trust
they're into pyramid schemes

King Tut was a whiny baby
who had mummy issues

Cleopatra turned out to be
a lazy queen who sat on her asp
More humor at Shamamama's request!
RhettlvScarlett Aug 2019
Twin ancient pyramids
standing still we are
a mystery to ponder on
aren't we?
Jealousies hunts me though
ancient twin love
I am crazed a human in love
since I first looked at you
and with just one look
thats all it took
I fell madly in love with you
I guess I found a praying saint
poet teacher mine
I dreamed of making
mad passionate love to you too
you were irressistible
sensual carefree with a white
slanted mysterious smile
to die for and ayyy amor
how painful this is!
I imagined you Alien
owned in heart
in another's arms
inside that ancient
perfect key match
heaven's gate
climbing mountains
The rivering watterfalls
on Earth swipped me down
forcefully so
just to drop me back
right into your ocean
reminding me
you were my chronological genius
for me a chronological disaster
I find you everywhere
in poetry in three ptofiles
in mirrors when I write
"I love you" in'm
you are wind acquarius near
and far water in my fire
my starry looking eyes
remained fixed
looking up ******
my giant masked face
in awe of these powers
connecting us in mind in heart
everywhere I look
there is you
and I am safe rich diamonds
are my tears
if only a buyer appeared
my diamonds priceless
bitterseweet luck is mine
such sacred true love
lost and found
to lose it again and again
as in a revolving ugly door
without positive resolution
of two coming into oness
investigating deficits
dividing togederness
unintentional malady
due to undisclosed illness
that cannot be rebutted
feeling rather cursed
abandoned unimportant
mysteriously marked
with time sensitive
for a famed endeavour
to passionately change Earth
And sorry I blocked you
my only friend on Earth
sorry I asked you to unmask
I am only human
most poets won't unmask
they remain covert
how painful
to be fallen down
just to stay pushed
back down again
into the same old pit
no one to give a hand up
from this hell on Earth
a self inflicted in error
unwanted malady.
Ayyy your bending blue
green eyes bewitched me so
Ayyy ay how painful lover mine beloved not to see them live
except in mirrors photo
Nymph sacred tree Dryad!
How late i understood
that with you I had it all
and lost it all.

But this is Earth
beloved precious
old true love
Theres still Heaven
there's more justice there
in the ballancing skales
meassuring hearts
inner core's true love
in the inside we are twins
and outside so much alike
you smile the smile I smile!
you can't really ever hide
you are me and I am you
our innercores
outer woven countenance
thunderous laughters and all
we are one and the same
twinsouls twin flames
anxient pyramid wonders
never really apart... sigh!
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and 08-2020
You know who I am
behind this giant mask profile
I know you visit me I thank the Universe divine Holly as you are
and to me you are The Lord sent..
nothing else matters more than being understood believed
accounted for remembered
in a different light.
nish Oct 2018
i'm not talking about
inter dimensional travel
between the planes of reality
with a final destination of the 8th world
no, just going back to the basics
we've all heard of these
"7 wonders of the world"

theres the pyramids and the gardens
a light house i believe

i'm sure zeus was mentioned
along with arthritis?
no, no artemis, that ol' chap

haliarnassus and colossus
thats about it
seven right, no detail
just brushing up on the facts

well after about 10 years of research
much endured suffering
many fallen tears
and lives given to the cause

I petition the 8th wonder

organic chemistry.
-dedicated to those we lost in the battle
Maxim Keyfman Sep 2018
and there were pyramids all around
on this strange love day
and I remember the mountains and they were
were they and then with me
and the glasses fought against the dishes
something strange was not so then
but it passed but it was gone and always
and maybe it was not at all ever

and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit
and what is the spirit like not sand
and the water spun in a huge waltz
a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz
dreams I'm about to say
after all darkness and sun and night and day
and dull fog lights around
it's also heaven it's the same hell
but is not this all love

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