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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
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 ~
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
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
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.
ConnectHook Apr 2020
My cat WOKE:
Petra Electra Perpetua.

I’m telling y’all, she massive woke;
lit, like wicked wick holy smoke.

She outsmart Christopher ******* dreamin’
teach a dog where a BONE at,
discern every demon,
(not to mention advanced forensics.)

She rise, she yawn, she stretch, she flex
then start cashin’ every other pet paychecks.

She charge per minute just to LOOK at her fur
while she sharpen her nails. My Petra purr . . .

Dogs be all: WOOF
She don’t even answer.
Scribe rhymed Arabic lyrics
while she beat a belly dancer
with her TAIL, pfffffft. . .

My girl don’t tag, she SPRAY.
Mark every wall, y’all . . .
Seen all over the hood, gnome sain?

Offer her Sheba, she like:
Won’t touch it. Give me that Meow Mix.

My girl teach Afrikan lioness about *****;
*** on a paean, droppin’ lyrics like mice
other feline get fussy
my kitty get NICE.

TikTok your Instagram feed
right into her bowl.

My girl so woke,
save her own fanged soul.

Slip out the house—she gone.
Workin’ secret route to EGYPT.
Roast every priestess in Bastet city;

My kitty taught CLEOPATRA (u feel me?)
about *****.

She scratch Catwoman, pounce on Robin
Batman wet his weak-*** mask, sobbin’.

My girl woke;
so woke she don’t nap, she sleep—

profoundly. Soundly. DEEP.
PROMPT #29:
write a paean to your pet.

Christopher Smart referenced
Universe Poems Nov 2023
Some want a rain shower
Others want drips
I prefer to deliver puffs
So poetry does not form bluffs

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
Nadia Jul 2019
Your trip is not a secret
You can’t hide it from the Cat
She knows who comes and goes
And when they should, at that

She’s marked all the luggage
On the inside and the out
Any pets you might encounter
Will know you’re hers, no doubt

She hopes you booked the sitter
And not boarding at the vet
Bastet forbid you take her along
Cats neither forgive nor forget

Extra treats will be in order
And scratches round her ears
Wouldn’t want your favorite chair
To meet claws like pruning shears

But have a great adventure
That Cat says you need not worry
She’ll guard her castle expertly
Take your time, don’t hurry

NCL July 2019
We infinitely adore our darling
flame point feline, Rama
He blends so perfectly, peacefully
with furry early morning shadows
and prayerful dawn solitude

He's a Spirit Animal
luminous lanterns of his orbs
tiger eye portals to panoramas
that transcend space and time

Ramaji our baby sphinx
meditates with us in the opaque stillness
as Mother Goddess Bastet
rises just east of our little
garden in Palm Bay
The Eye of Odin ,
drinking of the well .
Sacrifice material for
the spiritual ,
life path number
seven .

Disembodied voice ,
now calling to Bastet .
Crow lands in front of him ,
and a cat leads a pack of dogs .

The Corridor of Meaning ,
a seven pointed star ,
Hamsa and divinity
and keeping to the
way .

The mystery of Pi
and the Sea of Tranquillity .
Two kingdoms become one
under a blood red moon .
dream , reverie
Universe Poems Jun 2021
Bastet also called Bast,
Ancient Egyptian goddess,
worshiped in the form,
of a lioness,
and, later a cat,
which was the norm
The time of Pharaohs,
Sphynx,
realm of Ancient Egypt thinks
Life saving companions,
they were drawn to worship them
Magical creatures they saw,
capable of bringing good luck,
to people who housed them,
and, more
You'd think from the name,
this was the fame,
that this is an ancient breed,
hailing from Egypt's seed,
and, the time,
of the Pharaohs indeed,
but they're not from this time shot
The breed's origins are actually,
from Canada's spot
In 1966, mutant hairless male kitten,
named Prune,
was born in February,
to the Amethyst birthstone bloom
However most Sphynx cats,
born in the present day Stats,
descended from three,
hairless kittens,
with Toronto mittens
They were 1978
Bambi, Punkie,
and, Paloma
Roaming the streets,
of Canada's biggest city
Lucky kitty


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

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