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Monday, August 1, 2011

The Fall of Ra

The sun god Ra lives quietly on a pension
In a bungalow in Redford, Michigan.
He makes some Sanka,
And begins to reminisce again... 

"I was big in the land of the burning sand,"
He announces to the cat.
"A deity of some distinction!" Then he waves a hand.
"But you wouldn't remember that." 

Egyptians are in short supply
On pretty East Blackberry Drive.
Ra wears crocs and takes the paper,
Saving the crossword puzzle for later.

A tin sun blazes, never sinking lower,
On the side of the shed where he keeps his mower.
Once, he sneered as pharaohs bowed,
But all that is gone--
"Hey you kids! Off my lawn!"
(He says through the window, and not very loud.)

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for Magpie 76

28 comments:

  1. I empathize ... hey its Muggy Monday Morning ..

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  2. Oh how the mighty do fall. thanks for the chuckle.

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  3. nice story...sounds all too real and painful.

    did he get his just desserts ?

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  4. oh how fast the gods fall...and how far they all...nicely penned shay...enjoyed the rhythm of this...

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  5. I am definitely amoozed. The Sanka was masterly. I think yon Ra may be having a bit of a rebirth ceremony around here though--the sun is pretty powerful atm. Need I say, I loved this, and the way your bent little mind works?

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  6. Hedgewitch is right. You had me at "Sanka."

    The rhyme and near-rhyme is so masterful, it isn't even noticed until one goes back for a second reading.

    Color me green...

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  7. I forgot about Sanka. Cool poem and I loved that song. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

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  8. Thoroughly entertaining ... oh so unique ~ just like you.

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  9. Love love love this one, every single word, I have to read again.

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  10. Cute and unique take on the prompt which I found very entertaining!

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  11. This is truly wonderful Shay, just marvelous... :)

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  12. Even a Sun God can have an ordinary incarnation..we both did gods, I see...hmmm...
    I see you mentioned Tim Hardin in your fav music...amazing!!

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  13. Had to do a little homework ...love that, keeps me from getting rusty.The bungalow and sanka made me smile. Very creative, and with a really good rhyme scheme.

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  14. I love it. Making Sanka, talking to the cat, muttering at the kids on his lawn, but "Once, he sneered as pharaohs bowed" — a fall, indeed.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  15. Sanka and crocs--can death be far behind?

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  16. lol.....a captivating story! Them pesky kids -eh?

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  17. Love it that Ra winds up on a pension in a bungalow........loved him talking to the cat. Your poems are always a treat!

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  18. always liked "walk like an egyptian."

    i enjoyed the 'Sanka' and Ra's fall ~ being reduced to doing crossword puzzles. {smile}

    have a great week, Shay!
    dani ♥

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  19. great concept
    but Michigan?
    talent lady, talent
    that's you

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  20. If you haven't already, you should read American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

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  21. Wonderful! I love that Ra lives in Michigan and drinks Sanka.

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  22. I really like this. "...A tin sun blazes, never sinking lower,
    On the side of the shed where he keeps his mower." Classic.

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  23. Great story. Very entertaining. All the creative details make it more and more believable. You have a wonderful imagination!

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  24. Drinking Sanka and wearing crocs... very creative and enjoyable.

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  25. I haven't had Sanka in years....love this Shay! A brilliant look at the ego and the course of life...no one can capture ideas and thoughts quite like you do....oh how i have missed you!!

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