Furrowed inside of planes,
in sight of plain barren grains
of khaki stained terrain...
palm fronds sweep the dunes edge.

From outcropped limestone ledge
below Ra's photon blaze,
arid eyes may gaze
a lions body with a mans head.

Pharaoh's mummy dead,
no goatee wrapped with lace
on Sphinx cobra hooded face,
no trace of his broken nose.

On the plateau rose
the tablet Rosetta stone,
a key to language clone
dusty tales covered in mold.

Khufu's cap of gold
once atop his pyramid tomb,
above polished granite rooms,
it's said this pinnacle did perch.

Egyptologist's still search
sifting metric tons of sand,
for millennia this land
calls out to sky and man.

Your acknowledgement is appreciated, Julie & Robin.

Gallows stood,
America teetered on the brink.
A swinging noose hung
to snap the neck of the Veep.

Lathered into minions
by lies and spittle,
coup coup caws,
cuckoo madman.

Flocking from coops
or Coupe DeVille's,
dodo's scratched and scuffled
clawing into the hill.

Bird-brained maneuver
brain dead scheme,
walls smeared with feces,
zombies going extinct.

Citizens turned mobsters
all-the-while the Don gloats.
Flagpoles as weapons,
intruder shot in the throat.

The cuckoo madman's
coup campaign failed.
He's out golfing
his dodo's are in jail.

Ray D'Ator

Thank you,Julie.

I appreciate it, Robin.

I find myself remembering turquoise plastic pools
and shower curtains spread over bahia grass.
Barefoot and bare chest, soaked jean cutoffs
wrung out on the run up.

Powder blue above a tin roof and grapefruit trees,
brassy sun split into beams by rain puffed clouds.
Spitting out watermelon seeds machine gun style.

Leapt into a belly flop skidding over bumps
and divots filled with city water stinking of chlorine,
abruptly stopped by the muddy turf beyond.

Goosebumps rise as chilly droplets
begin falling from the sagging gray above.
Cumulus bottom collapses
into a puddling downpour stinking of ozone.

Sweltering days cooled by sunny showers.
I relish those bygone summers.

Titus Tasse

Dingle, Barry

Midas Welle

Mustaph Ben Ayleans

Thanks for checking it out folks.

Another painterly piece written with eloquence, mig.

The pale frown
of this porcelain mask
is next to fire in a thespians cold kiln.

An actor bearing no striking match.

A fun house reflection
jailed between walls within the mirror.

This sideshow spoken in tongues
upstaged by the man quietly talking with his hands.

The pop of that whipping white flag
clips the loudspeakers amplitude
while failing to smother my keystroke punches.

Take that weak font face and move.

That type no longer suits me!

Thanks for the feedback, Robin & Julie.

Two feet ahead
toe to ankle in line,
just twenty four inches...
plus or minus point nine.

My arm outstretched
sans a measuring tape,
zero air space between
no gap or gape.

Size thirteen's crushing a clod,
leaving prints sole deep
bending over the sod.

Dirt from the roots
caked in cross hatch treads.
Thirsty mosquito's
swarm 'round my head.

Holding still in a garden gnome pose
pant leg is wet
from the split leaking hose.

Two feet ahead
an upturned rakes tines
twenty four more inches
toe to ankle in line.

Thank you.

As always, thank you for checking it out and for your acknowledgement, Julie.

Your feedback is appreciated, Robin.

Star glitter charges the air
pelting my corona
as I soar through the Pegasus's turbulence...
wing thrusts of the airborne steed
flinging meteor chips over me.

As the griffin swoops past Orion's belt above,
Poseidon thrusts his trident
through the gargantuan squid's tentacle
beneath the Caspian sea.

Medusa's serpent dread's are in a frenzied whip
as she wallops me with her flaming scepter.

Hercules chariot now racing me from
Pompeii as the volcano erupts,
filling the streets with molten lava
and blanketing the sky with smoke and ash.