Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Ruins in the Jungle

A. Joseph Mosse' IV

Far within the jungle gloom,
Lay the signs of city’s doom,
Like a body, ruins rot,
Spiders feast on flies they caught.

Crumbling idols, in once grand halls,
Stone eyes inspect their ruined walls,
No longer worshiped, or revered,
Their bodies cracked, their faces smeared.

Abandoned palaces, in past ages,
Had been abode, to kings and sages,
Now are home to wild things,
Through the halls, a beast’s roar rings.

Perhaps mimicking lords long dead,
Who, as I’ve heard it has been said,
Would bellow, yell and then cry,
“That man displeases me, and so must die!”

But all a memory it is today,
How long ago, I cannot say,
It was when men first went to roam,
And left behind their ancient home.

2 comments: said...

Joseph M.......
Likewise this poem. With your permission I will print them out, to
enjoy from time to time...etc...
Is that alright with you, or will you
have to confer with your lawyer!! Ha! Ha!
Best Wishes,
Grandma L.......
I will surely miss you...... said...

Micah Joy and Anya Nicole.....

Just to let you know...I will miss
you so...I will miss you lots...Here among the pots,(when I'm in the kitchen).
For I've watched this year..two girls very dear...grow another year and make me want to that all can very proud I'am to say that I'm your gram...
I love you two....