Selected Verse Archives

Seven days upon arrival
In the heart of Maya land,
Came a challenge for survival,
Yellow fever showed its hand.
Alice lay upon the sick bed,
She was nursed both day and night,
Till her youth the fev'rish skein shed;
She recovered from the blight.

'Twas said a priestess could foretell
Through power of a small cross.
She urged the Maya to rebel,
Regain the lands so long lost.
A Christian she had ordered killed;
Mestizos she detested,
The Cruzob rebels, they were skilled;
The revolution crested.

The government advised we halt,
Le Plongeon would not hear.
By a wise Maya he'd been taught
And discoveries lay near.
In due time we were given guard;
To Piste we did travel.
But Piste now resembles shard,
Lays ruined, filled with gravel.

With terrible machete blow
The Santa Cruz killed its own.
Maya who side with Mexico
Can expect no mercy shown.
A ruined, forlorn church our home;
We camp upon a grave site.
Remains lay under slabs of stone;
Maya souls have taken flight.

* * *

The stones of sacred myst'ries tell,
The high pontiff presiding;
Egyptians knew the symbols well,
The cosmic laws abiding.
Eleven thousand years ago
The lands were in communion.
Alike could sep'rate cultures grow,
When Atlantis brought union.

Freemasons built the temples here;
A triangle represents
The territories of their sphere
In the three great continents.
A knotted ribbon served to show
The mason's binding knowledge.
India's sages were to know
The wisdom of this college.

In Europe and on Asian shores
Ere Solomon's temple rose,
Maya seafarers opened doors,
A fact ancient language shows.
The alphabet of Greek reveals,
When to Maya it's compared,
An epic Le Plongeon feels
The seeker should not be spared.

Alpha, heavy breaks the sea wells;
Gamma, the seas cover land.
Mu, of Mu the alphabet tells;
Omikron, the swirling sand.
Sigma, and the last warmth tapers;
Upsilon, abysmal snow.
Chi and Psi, a mouth forms vapors;
Omega, the volcano.

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(Alice's rhymed verse is in 8 syllabled meter)

Now Aac has slain his brother Coh;
His totem is a winding snake.
Queen Moo, a sorrowing widow,
Her province Aac will swiftly take.
A servant bears fruit to the Queen.
Will she not marry his master?
Not far behind Prince Aac is seen,
Foreshadowing new disaster.

A macaw in her stately tree,
And nearby sacred monkey, stir,
The Queen's protectors they will be,
When civil war and flight occur.
Queen Moo rejects the evil hand;
Prince Aac by hatred is consumed.
The noble Queen must flee her land,
Which, led by tyranny, is doomed.

She flees eastward, the isles her goal,
Hoping to find remnants of Mu,
Yet all is lost to sight but shoal
And muddy waters to eschew.
Still she's inspired to find a way
To Egypt, nestling on the Nile.
The people bid the dear Queen stay;
Thus, she is victor in her trial.

She is called "little sister" fair,
Isis in her rainbow feathers.
A crown of stars adorns her hair;
Tears her heart no longer tethers.
Like a goddess she is adored,
Taught by the monkey-visage Thoth.
Thus Egypt-land is firmly moored,
To valiant Osiris betroth.