Ancient Egyptian Forum

[bel]

I start my day
at the beginning
of the yellow brick road.
after a long day
of turning and weaving
i turn the key and enter my sanctuary;and
announce "Honey, I am home."
I head down the hall
in the quiet darkness of my den.
It is raining, lightening..
thundering, downpours.
intermixing with soft showers
announcing....
that time is merely
a frame of mind.
I have nothing more;
than this moment,
and I am blessed.
I live in Emerald city.
The house in the middle,
at the end of the row.
To see what is real
because I know
to trust more in those thing's
I do not see,
than in the things
that I do.
for the eye's see
only a portion
of what is actually there.
Our emotions are felt like
opalescent drops
pouring down from the heaven's above
outside, onto the
leaves, sidewalk, road
the rain pour's, splatter's.
glistening all it touches
in the light of the moon.
downpours that are hard to see through
and soft showers
that are soothing to the soul.
you and me babe,
from the same house
at the end of the row.
no worries
cause there is just
no place like home
in our quite santuary.

[Google]

[Tadukhipa]

Methinks the queen's watched too much Wizard of Oz... Good poem none the less though.
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[maatkare]

the poem was very good thank you for posting it

[bel]

Oh we'll fly in
on the spring breeze,
Shout'in dreams
from the smile on our face.
On flyin horse's
came, the oak tree's
Show'in unity to the human race.

Our words are to far
from earth we're told
to ever be of any worth.
But we'll tell you for the good of your soul's,
live your dreams to find the truth.

Feet on Earth, Head in Sky
heart throbs in-between.
Finger tips
of waves of thought
that no man's ever seen.

So don't let fear of pain emerge
and kill us before we speak.
For we are his messenger's
to give strength to the weak.

We'll carry our enchanted sticks
We'll live in our enchanted land.
Enchanted by the touch of God
or can't you understand?

Dream your on a schooner
in the water's of all time
or in a tee-pee on the plain's
Chanting all time magic rhymes.

Feet on Earth, Head in Sky
heart throb's in-between.
Fingertips
of waves of thought
that no man's ever seen.

[Chenoa]

That was a good poem bel
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