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I will return what once was yours
They have taken without a bit of remorse
I will continue to speak till my dying breath,
Egypt is the cradle of civilization.
She deserves mankinds respect
I will be at your service with a passion of fury
For I will be judge and jury
May all you Pharaohs of old rest in peace and
rise in glory


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My favorite poems on Egypt


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Written by:
Published in 1818
"The Scribe"

There he sits so peacefully
On my desk just looking at me –
At this, the turning point of the night -
Legs folded, back straight, aware, upright.
I long to know what his words say
Opened across his lap that way
Through images created by colors divine
Floating from his thoughts to mine.
Write the story... the story tells
Of herbal solutions and mystic spells.
The positive energy transferred through love
Is the power which the scribe writes of.
From the Valley of the Kings and Queens
His message is clearly received, it seems -
Transcending the universe in space and time
To share his wisdom of love sublime.
With thanks I admire his posture and form.
Wrapped in these thoughts I'm cozy and warm.
I thank the universe and powers that be
For bringing this message home to me.

~Wendi L. Cali~


Extract from a 3,000 year-old papyrus.

She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.

One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one


Sickness Invaded Me

Seven days since I saw my sister,

And sickness invaded me;

I am heavy in all my limbs,

My body has forsaken me.

When the physicians come to me,

My heart rejects their remedies;

The magicians are quite helpless,

My sickness is not discerned.

To tell me "She is here" would revive me!

Her name would make me rise;

Her messenger's coming and going,

That would revive my heart!

My sister is better than all prescriptions,

She does more for me than all medicines;

Her coming to me is my amulet,

The sight of her makes me well!

When she opens her eyes my body is young,

Her speaking makes me strong;

Embracing her expels my malady—

Seven dayssince she went from me!

Seventh Stanza, from Papyrus Chester Beatty





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