"mayas" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
How does it feel to roll in your own filth,
Stupid human beings never learn,
Nadda- zip- zilch ,
Tie your muthafucking mouth up with duck tape,
Two of you ******* wouldn't last,
Instead you contemplate,
I mean,
Ones desperate,
And ones going thru post dramatic stress,
But I guess it doesn't matter,
Cause beneath me lies pest,
With ****** female organs,
Excuse my french but is this be a grandma really important,
That's why I don't allow stupid or old people in my groups,
Cause they know about everything,
Including you,
**** **** it,
I don't care if you join the mafia or make your thing,
But there's no discussion,
Of a big mistake you two dummy's are making,
**** ya!!!!!!!!
So when everything is kosher and its time to pay dues,
Hey ! Poetic mafia ! I'm giving them to you,
These two :-)
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Shout outs to :
Mayas
Creep That Loved You
Wolf Spirit aka quinfinn
Soul Survivor
Eli
Elizabeth Squires
Aniya
Vaugue remembrance
Joe malgeri
Ember Evanescent
Aesha nisar
Weeping willow
Correna Taylor
SPT
KetomaRose
FNB
Kalypso
Wordvango
Lorena Lamas
Patty m
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
In thousands and thousands of years,
our successors, who or whatever they are,
won’t just find our bones.
They’re going to find our living rooms,
our I-pods, coffee mugs,
suitcases, post-it notes.
The quiet little things that become our lives,
and they’ll look at each other, our successors,
and they’ll think: ‘how charming…how primitive they lived.
This is what they wore on their feet,
and this is the thing they used to listen to music
with before they had the microchips implanted.”
But it makes me think.
This is exactly what we say now
…about the Greeks, the Mesopotamians,
the Incas, Mayas,
all the loin-cloth wearers.
We talk about them
like they were exempt
from unremarkable daily existences,
that their run-of-the mill equivalences’ to Tuesdays
were filled with human sacrifices,
complex rituals and **** like that.
We never talk about how they must have felt exactly like we do now…
We never talk about how they could have easily felt alone in a crowd,
or how they could have felt unrequited love.
They’re always talked about like they were better or worse than we are.
But I think we’re really just exactly the same as them.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 6:36 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Mayas
Mayas : After an exhausting day
I'm ready to get some groceries to cook dinner
I'm thinking a nice...
Holy! Look at those muscles.
I'll have whatever he's having.
Or just him...
Yummy.
Maybe I'll just bump my cart into his
and start up a casual conversation.
I turn the aisle and am,
Slowly coming up to him...
Oh $#!+ !!!
Why is it wet.
I slip and fall.
Taking down all the cereal with me.
**** it.
Trying to look cute and fail...
This day just keeps going from bad to worse...
But hey this worked out better than I thought.
Beautiful blue eyes looking me over.
Strong arms picking me up.
I should I have pretended to pass out
That way he could have given my CPR.
But his strong muscly arms picking me up are okay.
Oh happy ****** day.
AB: Mayas girl you funny as hell ,
You win ,
I got nothing,
God that was so **** funny :-D :-D :-D
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
by Arcassin B & Mayas
AB & Mayas:
I had,
All the time in the world,
To ,
Come and see your face,
I need,
Something more from you,
That,
I can not replace,
I have so much love from you,
I have so much love from you,
I have so much love from you,
From you,
AB: I needed more time,
To tell you that I love you,
Everything you did made it hard to ever chose anyone above you,
I have so much love for you,
Mayas: Without you I'm lost,
I have no words
No feelings left
When I'm without you,
Come back to me,
I need you near me.
I have so much love from you,
I have so much love for you.
AB: I put my heart right on the line,
To take it to the next level,
The only thing I need from you is to compell,
I have so much love from you,
From you,
AB & Mayas:
I had,
All the time in the world,
To ,
Come and see your face,
I need,
Something more from you,
That,
I can not replace,
I have so much love from you,
I have so much love from you,
I have so much love from you,
From you.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
... to my Hello Poetry friends...
This is my third post of
Loving thanks.
Perhaps in time i will come back...
Svere G Holter
Poetic T
mark cleavenger
Impeccable Space
Sjr1000
Mayas
Pamela Rae
Marguerite
I'm in much physical and mental and emotional pain right now. Please pray for me... and another prayer for my parents and another special someone
THANKS FOR ALL YOU SHARED WITH ME... YOU WILL BE MISSED.
Love
Catherine
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
More tributes...
I just could not leave out, forget
People I haven't mentioned yet
There are more than just a few
This site is HUGE! What can I do?
I want to include VIPs today
The first is Arlo Disarray!
I like this poet, I feel led
To mention Better Days Ahead!
Cecil Miller... his work is fine
Sverre G Holter's poems unwind
The smart *** rabbi can talk a line
Impeccable Space
Can blow your mind!
Here's a poet who i prize
That is WendyStarry Eyes
Alex Rubio, terrin leigh
I want to mention them TODAY!
Nicole Ashley, Mayas TOO!
Leo Kendrick, I like you
Danzel's writes about Greek myths
Wordvango has got a gift...
And here's to a poetfriend
Kenneth Irving MacPherson!
If I could do all this again
To EVERYONE my love I'd send!
♥ Catherine
aka SoulSurvivor
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The person I could come to,
If reality got dark and bloomy,
She cleared the greyish glooming,
Mayas you're amazing I'd never thought I'd fall so hard for you,
My best friends,
But shes the one I come for guidance,
Just don't end up like everyone else,
Their all just ******* mindless. Aha
Love Arcassin,
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
By Arcassin B and Mayas
AB: Let me tell you about this egotistical ****** at work today,
I walk in my office right,
I sit down,
I put everything down,
This guy,
White,
Polka dot tie,
And weird gay looking smile,
Ask me did I have an extra pen,
So I'm like,
Wasn't Rosie at the front desk,
Giving out free supplies for everyones office,
Hes yes but I want one from you,
I'm like,
This motherfuker is a ****** for real.
Mayas: The sun was shining,
A glorious day,
Nothing could go wrong.
So I thought...
I get in the shower
There's no warm water...
After a cold shower
I get dressed.
Start doing my makeup...
Stab myself with my mascara.
Have to start again...
This day could not get worse.
After the morning I've had I'm in desperate need of coffee...
A good cup of coffee.
I walk into the coffee shop
The barista is looking mighty fine.
My morning just got turned around.
Of course I try to look cute.
Got the googlie eyes going on,
Try and do a hair flip,
I fall and eat $#!+
Great.
It's gonna be a fabulous day.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Warm summer twilights
bathing the rusty french windows
in gentle amber dye
from somewhere not so distant
a *** brews the stew
suffusing bittersweet familiarity
in every corner
mother just came back
tired yet refreshed
from outsmarting luck all day long
in the bed I lay like a log
disgruntled from several unturned slumbers,
though thoroughly pleased
everybody else was a mess outside
a commotion of playful shouting
unmeant scolding, light laughters
the affairs of the day drowned
by the sweet chorus of the mayas
evening news blares from the television,
stoic narration of the day's misfortunes
and the usual grub
neighbors fill in their houses
with their retiring presence
together, we all await
the vessel of darkness docking
in our own roofs,
blessing us with the grace of the stars,
the breeze of the unknown
under the eyes of the moon
for another day has concluded
quite wonderfully
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
SORCERER 3
We’ll break our seal and thus unpen
Two breeds of vision we may show:
SORCERER 1
The first of these, and you might know
Your fate, engraven by your star-
Which fortune gods permit or bar.
SORCERER 2
But why disturb your dreamy sleeps
To know your death-date daily creeps?
SORCERER 3
It finds us all, and- though you hate it-
Since what must be, shall be, await it.
SORCERER 1
The second brand of prophecy
Is not what will, but what may be.
SORCERER 2
Yet what might not? Our lord can see
These “what-if” figments well as we:
Might not strange soldiers from the waves
Rise forth to claim our sires for slaves,
As, for their footstool, bows our liege,
Exempt from their street-sweeping siege?
SORCERER 3
And yet, might not our lord disband
Such aliens, overcreep our land,
And rig mean regions to his suit,
The mumbling Mayas render mute,
The frostbit northern climes to claim,
And sway the fitful gods to frame
His portrait in a constellation?
What fate might not recast his nation?
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
ALVARADO
Well, now we’ve a translator, we can hear
How much the Mayas hate us.
SANDOVAL We should leave.
As yet, we merely beg to buy their corn,
But fears impel them to combat with us.
We’ve sixty wounded, heat stroke swoons the horse,
And not a flake of gold for all these streams.
Their ruins lurk like wrecks dredged from a swamp.
ALVARADO
A stark reminder for aspiring minds
That cultures often fall as well as rise.
Here comes the father, with our medicine man.
Enter AGUILAR and OLMEDO.
AGUILAR
And so back home the Inquisition, brother,
Still rules the roost?
OLMEDO It does so.
AGUILAR Grim regime!
It clouds the air upon a thousand wings,
Whose shadows spread to pall the gloomy sun.
The cool, luxuriant trees on which it lights,
It dries. How it decays! It browns green grass,
And desolates the leafy countrysides
Until they wither as the Syrian wastes.
OLMEDO So it does.
SANDOVAL [aside] Hark! The moral landslide rumbles.
OLMEDO
Those fires of the Inquisition, lighted
Exclusively to doom the Jews, one day
Are destined to consume their smug oppressors.
SANDOVAL [aside to Alvarado]
He strains a bit to shield the circumcised.
Though I’ve a ***** mouth, my blood is pure.
ALVARADO [aside to Sandoval]
Hush, Sandoval. You go too far.
OLMEDO And you?
Know, Alvarado, there are many men
Who, through misguided zeal- yes, Sandoval-
Convince themselves that they commit no sin
So long as those they **** and violate
Are of a different faith.
ALVARADO It’s not our fault.
I hate the Grand Inquisitor myself.
SANDOVAL
Like any little-loved policing force,
However, it preserves our way of life.
OLMEDO
For its unwanted eye that never slumbers,
Its arm, unseen and ever raised to strike,
Does not o’ercast its gloom on you, but rather
On deviants, foreigners, and heretics.
AGUILAR
It bars all doors of human entry to them-
Marginalized, shorn lambs it ferrets out,
And scapegoats as the enemies of Rome.
Thus, it condemns not only deeds, but thoughts.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Eventually
The End's gonna come inevitably.
So,
your mayas can't insult me
I'm untouchable
Your lies & screams won't affect me
won't touch me
For I am dwelling in abstraction
I am hidden in atomic world
I'm it and it's me
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
CORTÉS
How now? What’s the debate?
AGUILAR The Inquisition:
It’s linked itself with tethers to our church,
Like two, aloof, reluctant mountaineers.
I fear, when that unholy office trips,
And plummets in the popular regard,
Its drop down estimation’s precipice
Will pull down our religion in its tow.
OLMEDO
We cavil, boys, as if there were two Spains.
CORTÉS
One good, one evil?
OLMEDO Not so simple. Yet,
One, global-bent, one isolationist,
One liberal, one counter to reform,
One, eyeing Greece, one stirring with the Moors,
Who, like the fatal twins of Oedipus,
Will not consent to reign in tandem more,
But rather wound each other mortally.
In Europe, there’s a word in currency:
Renaissance- It is not a Spanish word,
And there’s a reason.
CORTÉS And it is?
OLMEDO Some flaw
In Spain’s own character that’s culpable-
Catholic fanaticism, feverish pride,
Or warped deliriums of vanity.
We thought we were the new elect of God,
Mistook our patriotic egoism
For fealty to the church. Hence, our divorce
And isolation from the rest of Europe.
CORTÉS
No, it’s not Spain, not Catholics, nor our race,
But frailties of the human constitution,
Which frequently reverse the gains achieved
By previous generations, in the name
Of progress, culture, and civility. Trumpet is heard.
A parley sounds! See what those Mayas want.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Time is a face that lies still on the water
Zellfain's light burst the barrier clouds
From mayas pool grew there a sapling
Zelmaya the tree of life where we began
*The essence of two
coiled in blood and bone
Leaf sap wind and stone*
The light of sun on darkened ground
In this tree a balance found
*That is why we live and die
Love and cry
Laugh and sigh
All within zelmaya's eye*
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
AGUILAR
But a happy few
Broke from our cages and were spared for slaves,
Within the warlike clutch of Na Chan Can.
My freedom have your wax and honey bought.
One stubborn soul, Guerrero, stays behind.
CORTÉS
And with slave’s ransoms, we must rescue him.
AGUILAR
He will not come.
ALVARADO You must mean “could not,” man.
What exile, broiling in the pits of hell
Is tossed a rope from heaven and will not come?
Your Spanish rusted in these humid airs.
AGUILAR
These Mayas have seduced him to their cause.
When I confronted him, he spoke to me:
“I am a wartime chieftain, and their judge,
And see how lovely are my wife and sons!”
Three handsome half-castes nestled at his hip.
“You go,” he said, “and may God go with you.
But black tattoos have spiraled round my eyes,
And broad, thick discs now pierce my ears and lips.
Would Christians welcome one so scarified?”
CORTÉS
God only scorns the scars of souls.
OLMEDO Well said.
AGUILAR
His crabbed wife waved in my face and spat:
“What grimy scarecrow dares provoke my lord?
Shove off!” But our Guerrero caught my arm.
“I’ve warned our Mayas of Castile,” he hissed.
“If Spanish visitations will be suffered,
The scabies of their ‘culture’ will erupt,
And Europe’s slow, inexorable flow
Must soon encrust and case these florid lands
As running wax will coat a candlestick.
Then must I trim Death’s wicks.”
CORTÉS What can that mean?
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Quetzalcoatl, un hombre, o serpiente?
Cuál es el punto de vivir al frente?
Abandonado por una madre, Chimalma,
Un río se lo llevó con calma.
Persona sabía, animal feroz
Déjate ser guiado por su voz.
Toma un trago del suave neutle
Por el Golfo de México, alejate.
Sumergido por siempre
Renace como el mañana
Quetzalcoatl quiere decir
Serpiente emplumada.
Adoptado por los mayas,
Kukulcan, o Votan,
Cargado por chinampas
Que con el tiempo se agotan.
Su nombre real
Lo encontrarás al final,
Una profecía que habla
De la gran Tenichtitlan.
El es sabio, y astuto
Sabe las respuestas, y punto.
De la tierra al panteón,
En la estrella de Venus se convirtió.
Ixtacmixcoatl,
La galaxia infinita,
Salpicada de piedras preciosas,
Que con diamantes acosas.
Una escultura en tu honor creada
Serpiente con penacho,
Con garras de Jaguar,
Hermoso y diferente.
No tendrás ningún igual.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC