Pharaoh
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
You remember the magic and the gods,
But you forgot where they came from,
You are still playing in the sand,
You should be flying amongst the stars,
While you stumble around,
Looking for fertile ground,
Our bodies fill the mound!
Hearts tightly wound,
Waiting for you to run aground,
You still trying to keep their secrets,
Secrets you don't understand,
Wish you could just be a man!
Oh lord deliver me from this land!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Look deep within your heart, find the truth,
Where do we come from, us on planet earth?
Who are we and where are we going to?
What is our true reality?
Time for you to fulfil your destiny,
Kings must lead and serve the many,
Before they can fly amongst the stars!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
23 May 2012
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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The Plagues On Egypt
When God spoke to Moses about Egypt He made it clear from the start,
To show His Power and Glory He was going to harden Pharaoh's heart.
When Aaron's staff became a snake Pharaoh turned to his magic art,
Because he relied upon sorcerers God began to harden his very heart.
And when God plagued Egypt with blood and frogs throughout the land,
Pharaoh saw relief and he refused to acknowledge God's Uplifted Hand.
Even when God turned the dust into gnats causing the magicians dread,
And pointed to The Finger of God; Pharaoh was unmoved like God said.
Next He plagued Egypt with flies in all the houses and on the ground,
But to make God's people distinct in Goshen not a fly could be found.
God then struck and killed all of Egypt's livestock out in the field,
And even though none died in Goshen, Pharaoh still would not yield.
When the soot in the air turned into fine powder throughout the land,
The magicians broke out with boils and before Moses could not stand.
With hail God struck down all that was in the field that had breath,
And He followed with a plague of locusts to devour all that was left.
Since Pharaoh refused to obey due to his heart's increasing hardness,
God gave light to His people and covered Egypt in complete darkness.
God finally struck down all the firstborn of Egypt by Uplifted Hand,
This caused Pharaoh to expel the Israelites out of his wicked land.
The Human Heart I (From he Holy Bible)
The human heart thinks evil all the time;
God's heart regretted for His making man;
Yet, He loved him most of creatures, He made;
He felt sorry from heart for His Deluge!
Man's heart longs for a wife as per his thoughts;
Pharaoh's heart hardened despite God's signs;
It does not yield to Moses' warning, threats,
And harden's more, when God gives him relief!
Man's heart hardens each time when God is kind;
Like Pharaoh, he fails to keep his promise;
He lapses back to sin when threats are gone;
Man's heart in remorse fills only when late!
God wants man's heart to stay most pure always;
The sound of a falling leaf can instill fear!
God wants man not to fulfill his heart's lusts;
Let heart fear God and keep all His commands!
Let hate and pride not grow and engulf heart;
God wants man to love Him with all his heart;
The Lord keeps testing man's heart to prove love;
Let heart not love the world, be led astray!
May heart of man worship the one true God;
Obey the Lord in everything He tells;
Rejoice by heart and render thanks to Him;
The God who changed Saul's heart, can all men's!
poem by John Celes
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Pharaoh
Going alone,going alone,going alone
Take that pharaoh.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
Take that pharaoh.
When the lights die down
Youll see them go.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
Take that pharaoh.
Going alone,going alone,going alone
Take that pharaoh.
When the lights die down
Youll see them go.
We are all living for the game
For the game
Oh, heaven is weeping.
We are all living for the game
For the game
Oh, heaven is weeping.
Please dont let my memory fail me now
cause Ive waited all this time
And I cant run another mile.
Oh, please dont let the world know now
Please dont let the world know now
We are all living for the game
For the game
Oh, heaven is weeping.
We are all living for the game
For the game
Oh, heaven is weeping...
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Prohibition (Chapter 66, Verses 10-11, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Allah has set forth example of Noah and Lut
For the people who disbelieve the Truth.
Both of them were prompt to my slavery
But their wives did the treachery
So they were unable to save them from Allah's anger
Then goes the order, enter into Hell's fire
With the ones who enter.
Allah has set forth Pharaoh's wife's example
For the faithful people
O Lord! Please make a home for me beside You in paradise
And save me from Pharaoh and all his goings-on
And save me from this cruel nation.
poem by Asif Andalib
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If you are astonished at Moses' deeds, you will be more astonished at Pharaoh's. Not-Moses declared himself to he a prophet, but Pharaoh declared himself to be God.
Pharaoh and the Sergeant
". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897
Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you,
That will stand upon his feet and play the game;
That will Maxim his oppressor as a Christian ought to do,"
And she sent old Pharaoh Sergeant Whatisname.
It was not a Duke nor Earl, nor yet a Viscount --
It was not a big brass General that came;
But a man in khaki kit who could handle men a bit,
With his bedding labelled Sergeant Whatisname.
Said England unto Pharaoh, "Though at present singing small,
You shall hum a proper tune before it ends,"
And she introduced old Pharaoh to the Sergeant once for all,
And left 'em in the desert making friends.
It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral;
It was not a public-house of common fame;
But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand,
And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname.
Said England unto Pharaoh, "You 've had miracles before,
When Aaron struck your rivers into blood;
But if you watch the Sergeant he can show vou something more. '
He's a charm for making riflemen from mud."
It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics;
It was odds and ends and leavings of the same,
Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick),
And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatisname.
(There were y ears that no one talked of; there were times of horrid doubt --
There was faith and hope and whacking and despair --
While the Sergeant gave the Cautions and he combed old Pharaoh out,
And England didn't seem to know nor care.
That is England's awful way o' doing business --
She would serve her God (or Gordon) just the same --
For she thinks her Empire still is the Strand and Hol born Hill,
And she didn't think of Sergeant Whatisname.)
Said England to the Sergeant, "You can let my people go!"
(England used 'em cheap and nasty from the start),
And they entered 'em in battle on a most astonished foe --
But the Sergeant he had hardened Pharaoh's heart
Which was broke, along of all the plagues of Egypt,
Three thousand years before the Sergeant came
And he mended it again in a little more than ten,
Till Pharaoh fought like Sergeant Whatisname.
It was wicked bad campaigning (cheap and nasty from the first),
There was heat and dust and coolie-work and sun,
There were vipers; flies, and sandstorms, there was cholera and thirst,
But Pharaoh done the best he ever done.
Down the desert, down the railway, down the river,
Like Israelites From bondage so he came,
'Tween the clouds o' dust and fire to the land of his desire,
And his Moses, it was Sergeant Whatisname!
We are eating dirt in handfuls for to save our daily bread,
Which we have to buy from those that hate us most,
And we must not raise the money where the Sergeant raised the dead,
And it's wrong and bad and dangerous to boast.
But he did it on the cheap and on the quiet,
And he's not allowed to forward any claim --
Though he drilled a black man white, though he made a mummy fight,
He will still continue Sergeant Whatisname --
Private, Corporal, Colour-Sergeant, and Instructor --
But the everlasting miracle's the same!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Such A Great Salvation
After 400 years in Egypt, God did not forget His promise to Abraham,
And He sent Moses back to lead Israel into the Blessed Promised Land.
God's awesome power through His miracles was apparent from the start,
And for the sake of His people, God began to harden Pharaoh's heart.
From bondage in the land of Egypt, God delivered His entire nation,
But never did they stop complaining, to see God's arm of Salvation.
With Pharaoh's army in the sea, God's Salvation to the eye was clear,
But on the other side in safety, hearts were still gripped with fear.
When the spies went into the land their eyes of flesh could not see,
That this was the land God promised to Abraham through all Eternity.
And because their father Abraham did not display his faith like this,
When he heard God, he believed and was credited with righteousness.
Unbelief was the cause of the Israelites wandering in the wilderness,
For God used it to purge the next generation of such unrighteousness.
However, Joshua and Caleb believed God and Moses just like Abraham,
So God used these two men to lead all Israel into the Promised Land.
And Moses said a Prophet like himself would be raised up in the end,
The Prophet was Jesus Christ whether you believe it or not my friend.
The Church can look back on the fulfillment of this great revelation,
So how, my friend, can you turn your back on such a great Salvation?
(Copyright © 02/2002)
Faith of The Saints of Old
The faith of the saints of old, is recorded in Scripture of us to behold,
Believers today in God of the past, whose faithful ways eternally last.
Past men and women of the faith, were kept by His Amazing Grace,
Looking always to God’s Love, for guidance and comfort from above.
Upon Moses, God had His hand, to guide him to the Promised Land,
The land of promise which He swore, to Abraham many years before.
And before Moses, it was his Mom, who was in The Almighty’s palm,
As she placed her baby in the reeds, relying on God for all his needs.
God then sent Pharaoh’s daughter, to find her baby upon the water,
As a son she would take him in, but God had his Mother care for him.
Moses was then raised up in luxury, as his people were far from free,
But God would use Moses the man, as deliverer from Pharaoh’s hand.
Moses would lead every Israelite, through the Red Sea by God’s might,
Today just like Moses at the exodus, in Christ, God can deliver all of us.
The Pharaohs that come into our life, are no task at all for Jesus Christ,
And as the Eternal Children of God, He goes with us wherever we trod.
God raised Christ up triumphantly, for today’s believers like you and me,
To help us through the seas we face, through the water by God’s Grace.
Scripture’s best example is God’s Son, who God raised up for everyone,
Now in the hollow of God’s Hand, we’ll reach His Eternal Promised Land.
(Copyright ©10/2006)
Nonexistent Pharaoh
You're my nonexistent
Mu's pharaoh losing
your powers inside of
me in that place, where
I can keep the secrets
of your life.I'm your sphinx
forgotten on the bottom
of a very blue ocean.
In your blue eyes,
I may read the answers
to my questions about love.
I understand your pyramid
of dreams.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Son Of The Sun
Pharaoh Akhenaten, a one god king
Worshiped the sun known as Aten
He destroyed Egypt after invoking
Ire of pantheon of gods forgotten
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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There is always a Pharaoh who does not know Joseph.
The Pharaohs of Today
Pain and labor of oppression gave the Western world its birth,
From such shores the love of freedom ne'er should perish from the earth;
To a conscience that's awakened, these are words to make it start,
'Each oppressor of a human buys himself a hardened heart!'
'Twas the sixties broke the shackles from the body of the slave,
Which was only half his freedom, for his mind we now must save.
Liberty of his opinion, such as other people use
Give him all that makes for manhood, and the same he'll not abuse.
True, the God of ancient Israel loves the Negro of today,
Many proofs are had in common of the truth of what I say;
For the stronger the oppression made them multiply and grow,
Of the Negro in this country quite the same is true, you know.
'Give him freedom,' says the white man, 'will defeat our greatest plan,
With his freedom here's the trouble, he'll aspire to be a man.
Men will scorn to suffer treatment on the level of a brute,
Safest way to keep them subjects is their manhood to dispute.'
Ancient Pharaoh was a pagan, bowing down to wood and stone,
Deeds today of Christian Pharaohs would disgrace the ancient throne.
Leaguers now with Satan's kingdom from their plans he never parts,
Such oppressors of a human pay the price of hardened hearts!
Pharaoh's cruelty in Egypt filled the Israelites with pain,
Thus his heart was fully hardened out of love for earthly gain.
For the same he met destruction; to his rashness it was due,
Modern Pharaohs, his example may a lesson bring to you!
When the Jews for wrong decided, then the nation lost its rank.
Rome, debauched in gross corruption, into degradation sank.
Sins of national importance bring calamities the same,
Just as true as it is ancient, sin will bring the nation shame.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter
This picture does the story express
Of Moses in the bulrushes.
How livelily the painter's hand
By colours makes us understand!
Moses that little infant is.
This figure is his sister. This
Fine stately lady is no less
A personage than a princess,
Daughter of Pharaoh, Egypt's king;
Whom Providence did hither bring
This little Hebrew child to save.
See how near the perilous wave
He lies exposëd in the ark,
His rushy cradle, his frail bark!
Pharaoh, king of Egypt land,
In his greatness gave command
To his slaves, they should destroy
Every new-born Hebrew boy.
This Moses was an Hebrew's son.
When he was born, his birth to none
His mother told, to none revealed,
But kept her goodly child concealed.
Three months she hid him; then she wrought
With bulrushes this ark, and brought
Him in it to this river's side,
Carefully looking far and wide
To see that no Egyptian eye
Her ark-hid treasure should espy.
Among the river-flags she lays
The child. Near him his sister stays.
We may imagine her affright,
When the king's daughter is in sight.
Soon the princess will perceive
The ark among the flags, and give
Command to her attendant maid
That its contents shall be displayed.
Within the ark the child is found,
And now he utters mournful sound.
Behold he weeps, as if he were
Afraid of cruel Egypt's heir!
She speaks, she says, 'This little one
I will protect, though he the son
Be of an Hebrew.' Every word
She speaks is by the sister heard.-
And now observe, this is the part
The painter chose to show his art.
Look at the sister's eager eye,
As here she seems advancing nigh.
Lowly she bends, says, 'Shall I go
And call a nurse to thee? I know
A Hebrew woman liveth near,
Great lady, shall I bring her here?'
See! Pharaoh's daughter answers, 'Go.'-
No more the painter's art can show.
He cannot make his figures move.-
On the light wings of swiftest love
The girl will fly to bring the mother
To be the nurse, she'll bring no other.
To her will Pharaoh's daughter say,
'Take this child from me away:
For wages nurse him. To my home
At proper age this child may come.
When to our palace he is brought,
Wise masters shall for him be sought
To train him up, befitting one
I would protect as my own son.
And Moses be a name unto him,
Because I from the waters drew him.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Nearly everyone in ancient Egypt exhorted the gods to let the Pharaoh live forever. These collective prayers failed. Their failure constitutes data.
Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
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Pharaoh
The daughter of Pharaoh is my lover and,
I am on the way to meet her tonight;
So keep your tonic wine behind and,
Let me see her for she's all that i have.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Rebel Bard Is King
The rebellious poet creating his authentic truth
Older than pyramids but speaking for youth
Constantly bending genre, he is so diverse
Creating new dimensions with metaphor in verse
He’s an actor, a prophet, and a superhero to
He’s a killer, a leader he is anything but you
He sat with pharaoh’s and drank brandy with kings
Ate peaches with angels that were playing harp strings
The ruler of millions of planets he gave birth
An exploding star with infinite worth
With his words only he can stop time
poem by Sam Edison
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Grandchildren
I look down and see my grandchildren before me. I look down and do not see children.
I look down and see the jewels of heaven before my eyes,
Not stones dug from the deep earth but jewels sent from the lord our God in heaven.
No finer jewels on earth may man find then these that lay before me.
Not heat and pressure from the dirty earth was these jewels made but made
by the God of Abraham his self. No pharaoh of Egypt or king of Europe could have
such a treasure. A treasure guarded by the angels of heaven sent by our lord him self.
I see the treasure of heaven before me and sent to me from heaven.
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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With Wishes To Fulfill Individual Greeds
I wouldn't want to be a pharaoh.
Not today.
Not at these prices to pay.
People uniting,
With wishes to fulfill individual greeds.
A taste of variety,
Has once peaceful places...
Feeding this as possibilities.
No one is satisfied to follow a leader.
Not one who has fed...
With a flaunting done,
And a parading around...
While enforcing others to beg!
Oh no!
Those times are being ushered to go!
I wouldn't want to be a pharaoh.
Not today.
Not at these prices to pay.
People uniting,
With wishes to fulfill individual greeds.
A taste of variety,
Has once peaceful places...
Feeding this as possibilities.
Oh no!
Those times are being ushered to go!
Although no one can keep visions like this...
Wished with demands,
To live in splendor when money is at hand.
Or...
Had been.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Future is from Above
Shiver in cold shrines of lost night
Contempt the mother of dragon soul
Your lazar eyes are filled with fright
No sun blazes with nourishing growth
Waste your years on fallow rock
Every open door needs tender joy
Hear the armies of Pharaoh mock
Leaders so frivolous and coy
Time freezes with indigo ice
Escape too islands with no clocks
Can you see all the judging eyes?
Watch the Shepard lead his flock
Silver mines filled with despair
Ancient serpent coils and strikes
Your golden ruins never repaired
Deep places waiting for the light
Thorns and thickets guard the garden
Accusations tremble the very ground
A voice says I can be fully pardoned
Hear the mighty steeds of time pound
Victors of the mighty sword die alone
Carry the torch with the flame of pride
All the seeds planted are now grown
Dark riders of the age of fire now ride
No fear shall stop the waters reflection
Timeless stars shine on ripples of night
Your shield of light sends all deflections
The path of trials also brings moonlight
We are lovers called by passions cry
Hearts melt like candles burning slow
Leave the burning cities for the sky
Only love will last and forever grow
She brings the feast of the moon
Everything broken needs to mend
I have nothing to loose or prove
Kings of the east an embassy send
Wells spring up in the parched land
Renewed by the deepest azure sea
Dreams tell us of a guiding hand
Find your true place on your knees
Faith blends with tender touch
My enemies scowl like the wind
Her kiss makes my heart blush
Love punishes all my frail sin
Scarlet kisses cleanse my heart
Stars glow like lions of love
This new journey must start
I see my future is from above
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Garland
Lewdness,
You are like a great eagle full of feathers of various colours;
And like a spreading vine of low stature,
But my name is Garland and i am like Pharaoh's mighty army.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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