Best Templar Poems
July 22, 2011
A sea of flowers and candles grew outside the Cathedral
- in total 15 tons
Solidarity, an unbreakable bond of care, democracy
Terrorist attack, 77 people died
grotesque images on the retina
Sound of gunshots and desperate screams
The killers ideology
referred to himself as "A Templar knight"
Artists Tobbe Malm and Tone Karlsrud
invite blacksmiths from all over the world
to forge roses in iron as a memorial
People acted spontaneously
Grief was wrought in iron
"The iron roses" ... the abyss sea
will always remind us of all those we lost
"Hidden in heaven, but never forgotten"
Categories:
templar, evil, murder, truth,
Form:
Narrative
Onward Christian Soldiers
(Chivalry Dead)
God’s crusade upon them laid
a stubborn suit of mail brocade.
Knights Templar, Teutonic thugs
Mercenaries out for blood.
In guarantee of resurrection.
Skull bludgeoning insurrection.
For every heathen to the cemetery
Pope so grants indulgence plenary.
Urban calls to cut out “sin.”
with war for Jesus, champion.
Death to every infidel.
Damn them all to endless hell.
Allah-backed brave Saladin
“Jihad” shouts Islamic paladin
Jerusalem. Jerusalem.
Devastated paragon.
Kathy Collins
1/31/14
Categories:
templar,
Form:
Rhyme
After years of thorough research
Total secret from Christian Church
Friends and family have no idea
I invented a perfect panacea
Crafted malleable Time Machine
No one on Earth could have foreseen
Anneal and temper machine was built
To facilitate life -- lived to the hilt
You want to go back in time with me ?
Heed the rules and then we'll see
Can’t change the past, nor save Lincoln
Not the purpose if that’s your thinking
The warp of time starts from the heart
You'll feel the change when we depart
Enclosure fits two, no more can go
Both make amends no quid pro quo
Now press the button, pull on my Vandyke
On that brave moment super nova shall strike
Abscond, attempt to destroy temporal might
Your angst will build walls no more, in flight
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Author's Note
This is Part I of an ongoing series that also,
and eventually, ties into the Templar Knight
series involving the protagonist Sir Thomas
de Charney.
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Categories:
templar, adventure, america, bible, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
At that moment the Quasar
officer passed by,
He made a U-turn and stop
at The Dark man,
What's in cosmic blazes going
on here Son?
The Dark man smirk back at
The Enforcer and asked,
Who wants to know this is a
private bachelor party,
Double M in this part of the
Nebula that's who,
and I used to be a Light
Templar before I traded my
lightsabre for a 8.0 fusion
magnum.
Recognition came across his
scarred face,
And immediately the Dark
man began to do the Chicken
dance,
And so did the carrions,
LadyJewel and his crew,
Soon the Enforcer join into
the groove.
Episode III. . .
Categories:
templar, absence
Form:
ABC
Gamers unite
My hood hangs low, but my vision is enhanced
From the darkness of the shadows, my silent sword dance.
The scrolls of time, echo ancestors quest
But over fallen Templar, is when the guild will rest.
Now a car a chase, the authorities closing fast
The sports car of your dreams, give the nitro a blast.
Rolled her fourteen times, lost both wheels of the back
Just click the reset button, now your back on track.
A cyborg from the future, lasers equipped to boost
Jump a thousand feet, or send the aliens home to roost.
Must rush to save the planet, seconds almost out
But you can try again, no need to scream or shout.
These powerful machines, imaginations walk away
Can put you through your paces, the pros don't like to play.
Thrust into arena battle, no advantage there to take
But with a little practice, your come back will be great.
I dedicate my words, to the artist’s who generate
These awesome creations, the worlds, the time , the place.
No matter what they make, or how they warp the time
I could never stop trying, until victory is mine.
Categories:
templar, fun, games,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweet-scented lupins , foxgloves , violas , giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging undergrowth winding little path past rose flowerbeds
Nestled among large mossy rocks rays of sunlight filtered through
round tables set with candles, crystal and Middle Ages crockery.
In each guests place was a little red box tied with a gold ribbon.
At the Castle , it sprang out of an impulsive hearthside challenge
Natures needs are lavish in Spring with light and dark capacities
Blossoming artfully full of sweetness + light or dark and Gothic.
Clever deep forest kitchen stone pantry glittering with candlelight
glowing and smouldering with a sage smoked medieval orchestra
Angel cake and hot-buttered muffins, bursting with peel + cherries
Wood sprites ancient merry rituals ,folklore primeval forest sounds
Knights templar greet Friar Tuck with gold gifts + flowers of chivalry
Interwoven drapery brilliant string musicians on chellos and violins
The chink of champagne glasses rustle of silk and trailing chiffon.
Breathtakingly beautiful green eyes sparkled her white slender hand
Blazing fire, rich ,dark fruit cake,she leaned against the trunk of a tree
Her long dark hair flowing in the secret garden enchanted hideaway
Categories:
templar, adventure, imagination, life, mystery,
Form:
Verse
Proem
After Sir Thomas recovered the Spear of Destiny and returned it to the Pope at the Vatican in Rome, he remained there for several months serving His Excellency, attending meetings, and recovering from several minor injuries sustained while recapturing the Spear that pierced the side of Jesus the Messiah. Sir Thomas could have stayed as a guest of the pope in one of their lush suites, but he chose the bare walls of a guest bedroom at the local Knights Templar castle. The pope then called upon him for his next assignment: Leave Rome immediately, by boat, again, back to Constantinople. “Head off a Scot by the name of Sir Robert Bruce, whom our intel indicates has a map and is currently on his way in search for the Holy Grail. Sir Robert is a stubborn ally. You will help Sir Robert, but convince him that the chalice of Jesus belongs here in Rome.”
Prior to shoving off the west coast of Italy, a few miles from Rome, Sir Thomas wrote the following message, and placed it in a bottle.
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A.D. 1301
My dear sweet wife and babe within her womb
The five long years since I had lost you both
I prayed for inner peace despite my joy
You're both in heaven; worship Thee Most High
Because your love exceeds all life itself
My lips will glorify you ever more
I praise you for the rest; my living days
Your name I lift on high with my bare hands
Was on my bed that I remember you
I think of you the watches of the night
The shadow of your wings I cling my soul
The depths of which my sword shall honor thee
I yearn affections taste where two come one
The seed by faith that yields abundant life
Endures celestial kingdom's perfect place
It brings this missive to its endless oath:
To bless, release my restless heart that bleeds
Commit my swords allegiance to the Lord
To you Dagung the earth is smaller still
For every inch be searched to see your face
You disappeared, not dead but still alive
I feel the transom temper my resolve
For in this ship another search begins
The Holy Grail; Dagung I'll find you both
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Postscript
I toss the bottle through the wind to stormy sea
Inside the missive of a knight in love with thee
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Categories:
templar, baby, bible, christian, courage,
Form:
Blank verse
For the lost they lead
On the path set by their lord
For the oppressed they bleed
Modern masons marching forward
For the hungry they feed
Brave crusading knights
Templar invaders
Entrance through Masonic rites
European crusaders
Selfless attitude ignites
Fraternal in one accord
Brave crusading knights
On the path set by their lord
Constructing gothic sites
From the west marching forward
Categories:
templar, passion, people, philosophy
Form:
Rhyme
Soldiers raise their holy swords,
To the heavens as they,
Give the oath to protect God and the church.
Such swords are adorned with gems,
Blessed only by God,
Which glows with a testament of honor.
The white tunic instills,
Innocence and purity,
As the red cross symbolizes,
The blood of Christ.
These promises are only kept,
By their silence and,
Giving their life to keep them.
The king and pope betrayed,
The soldiers of Christ.
Yet, after eight hundred years,
Their silence still reigns.
The rumors of their escape,
To distant lands is true.
God blessed the knight's templars.
They kept their oath.
They kept their promise.
One thing is very true,
Treasured documents, Gold, and the chalice,
Has never been found.
I would like to think the heart and soul,
Of the templars resides in heaven,
Protecting the one person that,
They vowed to never leave or betray.
Categories:
templar, betrayal, blessing, christian, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Better safe than sorry?
Fallacy.
I say, better sorry than safe.
Even if brought, calamity.
Safe never dreams.
Safe never changes.
Safe found no new thing, new places,
a new people's strangeness.
New cultures, new stars, new planets.
Safe hides in fortified sameness.
Safe only discovered a sandy smile.
Flightless, oversized bird that it is.
Safe killed a man.
Could have made them miss.
His safe mate cowered.
Under cover.
Only to discover,
mortality, by a bullet's 'dis'.
Safe never found truth of love.
It only starved for affection.
Cradled warm as an egg.
Guarding against insurrection.
Yet unwilling to leave a crack,
it incubates....
The chick always born too late.
Safe never won.
Safe never even begun.
Safe never took the winding path.
Safe stayed true.
Safe finished the race last,
never having run.
Uneven surface ahead.
Safe didn't want to stumble.
So Safe walked.
Even as the heart began to crumble.
It's tears flowed,
as the organ wailed its beaten note.
It wanted to swim deep and fast.
Not paddle warily slow,
templar, hidden in the moat.
"Don't count your chickens
before they hatch."
"....benefit of the doubt."
"Nobody's perfect."
"Until you walk a mile...."
"Well, you know what you should do."
..................nah.
I'll eat them before they fall!
Some people are just dismal,
acting levelly and small.
I am. Because I am me!
Just as you are, too!
I'll do me and you do you.
Sound fair?
Choose and live your truth.
On my turn, I'll take the dare.
I reiterate.
I'll run that mile,
because I might be late.
And yes, I do know.
What I decide, will be my fate.
Better that than safe.
Safe won't get me there.
Not now, not ever.
Not at Safe's rate.
Safe is another word for...
Afraid.
And that, my dear people,
will never climb life's grade.
But please..take your safety.
Your fear.
Lay them here.
At my feet.
I'll need something to step on.
The cliff I'm going for
is beautiful,...but steep.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
templar, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
To: Karen 1969-2010
If I could see you just one more day,
I'd beg and plead for you to stay,
I'd tell you all the things you've missed,
We'd laugh and cry and reminisce.
We'd go to the book store at 6:00 in the morning,
No matter if it's snowing or pouring,
You'd buy a book on Knights Templar,
Man, life with you was so much simpler.
I'd watch you play with Mugsy and Bo,
And on a walk I'd ask why you had to go.
You'd say, “Oh bird, I'm so sorry girl,
I wasn't made to stay in this world,
I'm way up here with the Lord,
I am so very busy, and never bored.
I hold the babies and play with the dogs,
I build bird houses out of twigs and logs.
I watch my family every single day,
Please don't cry that I went away.
I'm so very happy and so very free,
When you see a tiny birdie think of me.
I'm in the pines and in the snow falling,
And in the gentle breeze, that's me calling.
I know I was difficult when I saw you last,
And yes, our time together went way too fast.
Now I need you to stay very strong,
Because way up here there's nothing wrong.
I LU to heaven's sky and back,
It's time to get your life on track.
And now it's time for me to go back home,
With me in your heart, you're never alone.”
If I could see you just one more day,
I'd tell you now, that I'm ok.
Thanks for the friendship and for the love,
Oh my, how I'm grateful that you're above.
I'll never forget our little talk,
And will always remember our little walk.
I LU more than you'll ever know,
Thank God up there, you had to go.
Categories:
templar, cheer up, encouraging, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a Wordsmith
I love the words I play with
I respect the fith
I am a poet
Sometimes I hardly know it
I try to show it
Five, seven and five
How I make a Haiku jive
It keeps me alive
Then there is the rhyme
All about meter and time
Do you have a dime?
Sometimes I'm a mime
A run on poem's a crime?
It is but sublime
Where's the sense in this?
Where's the pretense for poet's
Like me, there it is...
That does suit sir
Are you absolutely sure?
The suit that you wore?
We're loosing the war
I don't mean to be a bore
Safely at the shore
I never abuse
I dissect he words I use
Make them more obtuse
A wordsmith my friend
Slow to start but fast to end
I have time to spend
Time is on my side
I have time to take a ride
Nowhere left to hide
Bring me my arrows of desire
And bring me my chariot
Of fire to serve sire
Yes, I'm a wordsmith
Pope Wordsmith the Fifty Fith
I need meds forthwith
Meeting of the minds
I don't color in the lines
Where has flown the time?
Sometimes I do rhyme
But don't take that as a sign
Sometimes I do not
October thirteenth
Demise of the Knights Templar
Couldn't be simpler
Give me liberty
Or give me... something to eat!
Said Patrick Henry
Time is running out
Now what am I on about
There's no need to shout
Poet on the run
I do hope your having fun
I've more lines but one
Rhyme the syllable
If you are agreeable
It's not horrible
Oh, It's a mad house!
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world
For a boy and girl
See what I have done
Demanding your attention
It's all just for fun
How grows your garden?
Be careful where you're fartin'
Benjamin Franklin...
I have no pretense
You've read my run on poem
Sentence by sentence
Ah, one more refrain
Now that you have toured my brain
Can you still be sane?
It's my requiem
My doesn't make sense poem
Bit of funnery
What could you lose on
By reading my confusion
Now it's no use son
But now I but jest
And I've given you my best
So now I must rest
I'll put down my pen
And stop the torture my friend
Now this is the end...?
Categories:
templar, allegory, allusion, analogy, crazy,
Form:
Haiku
I will tell you more sacrifice.
As though, I fled per artifice.
What do you mean repetition?
I have done more acquisition.
I showed my gratitude in peace.
You foresaw it would never cease.
I have not swerved to notice out.
You owed me nothing but a shout.
Fall in love and fall upon time.
I have my blood is on a prime.
This is a glimpse of exemplar.
It was a gore of the Templar.
I have come to failure by wit.
A society lacked through lit.
I recessed how to receiving.
It started blow to reviving.
Categories:
templar, confusion
Form:
Quatern
The dream when the moon sneaks in my room,
I feel it in my heart and soul.
I see the red string floating, guiding, leading me away.
I'm walking, searching, looking when,
I hear the ocean calling,
Leading me to a mystical cave.
I see it as I enter,
That one look takes my breath away.
All I see is red.
A beautiful woman in a red dress and,
She holds a red scarf in one hand and,
A golden crown in the other.
I see this mural on the wall,
Like a hidden secret.
Then I see another of soldiers kneeling in,
In white tunics with a bright red cross,
These Knights Templar raise their swords,
Offering their allegiance.
Who is she, and who brought me here?
I wake up seeing that red scarf in my chair.
I smile, saying, now the real mystery begins.
Categories:
templar, destiny, dream, emotions, family,
Form:
Free verse
New Beginnings
Now rising from a silhouette stronghold stands in its shadow, a servant’s heart
Enters tenacious consecrated emptiness as hope ponders distant pipes
When black crust lichen invades – enslaves - the mason’s ancient framework
Bits of falling pebbles facelift rough cheeks pitted by mortar’s mortal tears
Even as granite blocks shudder in grieving poverty of unsettled gloom
Grabs at careless jaundice of moss and age against the scribed ascent of ancient angels -
In corniced images of corn and elephants restored – tree of life woven in stone fabric
Navigates new christened knights and chisels to Nativity and an empty tomb
Noble dream to beatify anointed prophecies in crypts of holy mysteries and legend
Intrigue of time - visions of a hallowed grail lost as eyes still search for holy treasure
Now, living citadel, new beginning with no end, soaring sandstone above sanctified crypts
Gospel message retold in vaulted arches and in rainbows of alabaster illumination -
Strong walls like Templar arms guard breathing stone, a new grail, synonym for the redeemed.
Dedicated to the restoration, the new life, of Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland.
2-1-21
Contest: New Beginnings
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
templar, life,
Form:
Acrostic