And the Queen of the South Shall Rise: Poems and Essays by G. Moor

By G. Moor

"And the Queen of the South Shall Rise" is a deeply personal, but universal work, striking a chord that resonates in the ear of every person. The chord is the human experience of love, joy, suffering and triumph.

Chocolate

I have a chocolate house with chocolate walls
Chocolate horses in chocolate stalls
I have a chocolate theme park with chocolate rides
Featuring waterfalls and chocolate slides

I have a chocolate face under chocolate hair
Chocolate eyes with a chocolate stare
Bittersweet, so please beware
Because I have a life full of chocolate cares

And to the ones with the chocolate feet
That coincide to a chocolate beat
Know that my bloodstream is the ocean waves
Carrying ships full of chocolate slaves

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477252277

G. Moor

G. Moor is a poet who has been writing since her childhood. She views the art of writing as more than entertaining or academic - but as a process of restoration. She is the author of the children's book "The Listening Ear" and refers to her poetry collection, "And the Queen of the South Shall Rise" as the natural verses and rhythm of her life. "Simply put, to read it is to read me." she reveals. She and her husband are owners of a bookstore and reside in the seaport city of Norfolk, Virginia.

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© 2012 G. Moor. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 7/9/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-2495-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5227-7 (ebook)

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Contents

A Word About the Ankh

Salt

I Need No Name

What Will I Say?

Born In May

Sunrise

It Is December

Ornate Door

Rose Petals

Give Nothing Holy

The Way of the Woman

Human Brilliance

Red Leaf

Circle in the Sky

for Ali

This Is Where You Are

Where?

The Remedy

We Are As Dawn

For The One Who Passed Me By

We Were Better Off When

Idols

Mournful Things

Perspective On A Hard Day

Noose

Wisdom

A Million Reasons

Replica

We Will Be Fine

Rain Does Fall

Glass House

Truth Means One

Acme

Nice

You’ll No Longer Be A Friend Of Mine

I Think They Call This Happiness

His Song

What Will I Do?

Me, Unlovely?

When Men Ask

Grave

No Room

Black

Table 23

Courtship

Change

Trains

Electricity

When The Coward Discards His

Cowardice

Lessons From a Tree

Homesick

Thought

Wherever We Be

Nothing

Keep The Lamps Burning

Shut The Door

Father

Mother

Religion

Preamble of Life

Mere Man

Pet Store

Restless

Chocolate

Becoming Sane

Labels

Gray

Things Higher

Envy

Poverty

Angels Unaware

Candy

Wither

Essays

Religion Versus Spirituality

Recovering Modesty

Bridging the Disconnect Between the Physical and Spiritual Self

Gratitude

It’s Written All Over Our Faces

Envy, The Blessings Blocker

Peace, But Not As The World Gives

This book is dedicated to my family and friends.

A Word About the Ankh

One of the symbols on the cover of this book is called an Ankh. It is a most ancient symbol seen in Egyptian hieroglyphics. It resembles a cross with a loop on top. The Ankh is commonly seen clutched across the chest of Pharaohs. The symbol is often referred to as the key of life and represents eternal life. It is one of the earliest symbols if not the earliest symbol used by man. The Ankh is known as the original cross and was first created by Africans in Ancient Egypt. The Ankh is known to mean life in the language of Ancient Kemit (land of the blacks) renamed Egypt by the Greeks.

Salt

I heard you two ran for the hills.

Platinum bands and all the frills.

She looked back, but it’s not your fault.

She loved the world and became salt.

I loved you more and got left alone.

And over time I became stone.

It’s strange how life starts again.

Rain falls and light creeps back in.

All the distress that seemed so near,

feels like it fell on a different life in a distant year.

Whatever these days do yield,

I will walk through these flowered fields.

Pain does lie in the path unknown.

But, I won’t be salt and I won’t be stone.

I Need No Name

I am an afterthought that came too late.

No need to cry or celebrate.

An extra fragment that dangles down.

Covered glory with stifled sound.

With arms that feel ill-conceived.

Reaching out, but not received.

And this is where I often sleep.

In a cavern, dark and deep.

Whatever I cry out, the walls echo back the same.

I am all alone. I need no name.

I abhor these cold and rugged walls.

That answer me whenever I call.

They don’t talk