In
Masonic tradition,
the pyramid represents wisdom
on the back of the dollar bill you see
an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached,
a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid
Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom
that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete
seek wisdom and
lay dormant blind ignorance~
not curiousness
Antipas was one of many heirs of Herod the Great
Morally and civilly, he had fallen from his state.
His kingdom, a collapsed castle, he couldn't reinstate.
Sinning with brother's wife, shamelessness had become his fate.
Like raindrops on a bison, did John's censures sadden him?
Like venom, the wrath of Herodias filled her to brim.
The extant of Baptist, she thought, like a twig she should trim
Didn't she, as a queen, have the right to amuse her whim?
By the fame of Jesus as though life-threat, Herod baffled.
His human and animal instincts between them battled.
Curiousness and qualm, like flatware, within him rattled
Has John resurrected? Physique and Psyche fell fear-grappled
Does the sun fear the darkness? Jesus fulfilled his mission.
To build his realm of love, did he need Herod's permission?
Most times people just see them as yucky,
or other times they might just have the key
to the Butterfly Dragonfly dressed blues
East Asia, the oriental choo choo's.
Mind you that this one pulls more D less B,
it bears a light-scattering property,
affects the wing's color variances,
trends from blue to gold, most curiousness.
Although, they hold their born pigmentation
a wingspan iridescent blue-liken.
Spots on their hindwings I.D. their sexes,
patterned wings I.D. their partners, no ex's.
Diet be flyers, mosquitoes, preferred.
Mountains, and forest, but wetlands, favored.
I cherish and relish the sweet sound of this word,
As though carols of the celebration are heard;
My curiousness, in my childhood, got evoked,
To find, with this charming word, the greeting cards cloaked...!
When others wrote the full form, I said, that was wrong,
It's Xmas and not Christmas, loudly I did gong;
I could not believe, even when I grew in age,
That there's another word for this age-old message...!
Why this abbreviation? Did I analyze?
Aren't both these words, within them, great concepts comprise?
Did the use of one word instead of the other,
Did, at any time affect? I did not bother...!
It needed pondering and much meditation,
Until I came to the true realization;
Whether the word Christmas or Xmas, I chatter,
Isn't incarnation of Emmanuel matter..???
27 April 2023
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the watery tree in between my domestically pale fingers
pulls down the strings
deep silence of an acoustic guitar is melting
can't you resist looking at the haze
could you if you rise from curiousness
one and only wind knows
how to mindly splend doors
then close the same
slippers breath
but the maze
has been forgotten
by the polish fairytale my mother,
my non-word-honest mother
used to whisper
when boulevards were in shadows creep
however scares me no deep
Copious tears flowed gently in the dire disaster
but we're not in brutal excess.
Doom occurs precisely in a proper time
when subtlety is humorless.
Fierce passion, o heart, gaily
decorates your soul brightness.
And we are inseparably united
in our wistful sadness.
However, my conscious mind is
precisely a vacuum-sealed recess.
Who merely performs reliably
exquisite poetry for the curiousness.
Querying anxiously, he has enflamed
the dear heart of eternal nothingness.
Feasibly my vital burning has been
quenched for untold sadness.
Written: October 14, 2021
A smile needs no words
It is sweeter than any compliment
A smile needs no sound
It is louder than any extolment
A smile is irresistible
It evokes curiousness
A smile in infectious
It induces smiles on long faces
A smile can hide something
It blossoms over what aches in our hearts
A smile cannot be hidden
It signals every emotion in us
A smile is priceless
It is a fusion of all your senses with your soul
A smile is free
Share it and you won’t lose anything at all
Freezing water.
Many hours.
Prayer, hymns, and laughter.
Gray fins begin circling our group.
Day Three There are thirteen of us now.
Twenty-six numb legs stop moving.
Hymn singing stops.
Who will be next? I hold my breath.
Goliath is taken.
Pulled away from the circle.
His girlfriend screams.
Goliath makes no sound. Gives me a sad nod.
I watch in morbid curiousness
As he is pulled under the water hard.
The water fills with vast amount of red liquid.
Frenzied sharks swim in for their taste of the kill.
The rest of us hold our breaths.
The third day of our capsized non-rescue.
The ocean is deep. Eight others had already been taken.
Which is easier – to be taken or to watch those taken?
The sharks swim around us one more time.
We who are left give praise for another hour
Of life, each minute a reminder of how quickly
We are taken. Tears in our eyes. Who will tell our tale?
Only I’ll embrace you,
Only I’ll show you the secrets,
The secrets of love…
It did put conditions that I could sense
I felt unwonted
Do you remember?
When spring asked me!
Little amount of curiousness I also had
It wasn’t a reverie or dream
All it was live with love
There I really spoke to spring
It reminded me,
Of when I exposed my feelings,
Of the moments with my love,
Of the breezes,
Which helped me to put forth my emotions
Something helped me in doing so,
Finally I realised,
With utmost urge to meet the subject…
What are those conditions?
I asked,
To care for my esthetics
To love my components
To love my nature I come with
It replied,
What it replied!
I actually do not replicate so,
As I’m always busy in making it to extinction
By smoke along with its aides…
And I do not feel ashamed
For being the one of alienating and killing it,
And I’m the one
Of killing the cure of humans!!
But still,
I’m without introspection…
The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
bent
And reaching out to
touch with
loveliness
The trees, and fills
my heart with
wonderment
At how her fingers
curl with
curiousness
To stroke the ragged
faces of the rocks,
Or run her dewy
fingers through the
phlox.
{Written by Isaiah
Zerbst for the
poetry contest
"Through the Mist"
on the 20th of
August, 2014.}
Isn’t birth precious?
As a child,
You followed your heart
Without much thought
And let your life live:
Without confusion and fear,
With curiousness and alertness,
Not knowing that you don’t know much.
There was joy
And enormous spirit
In you.
As an adult,
You are following your mind
To win someone’s thought
And let your life live:
With confusion and fear,
Without enthusiasm and feeling,
Not knowing that you are unique.
Working on things,
Knowing, you don’t know much.
Heart has become heavy,
Leaving you in melancholy.
Is this the he[art] of living?
There is no joy
In your eyes
And the radiance is lost,
What you had in your birth,
The gift of God.
Take a moment,
Look into your heart,
Stop listening to your thought,
Heart waiting for your YES
To let you know,
You know something unique.
To take your
Passion and ambition,
To the world.
To fade your grudges free
And lets you
be a dynamic You.
There will be happiness
In your journey,
Failures will not stop you,
Success will not leave you alone.
Your eyes will be full
Of radiance and ever be curious.
Be Dynamic
And
Live Now!
more than a casual note,
perfect tot he first word, I wrote.
teeming with emotions,
attached with every hidden affections.
passages with deeper meaning,
hidden secrets just waiting to be opened.
subtle yet serious;
charming your curiousness,
genuine and mysterious,
wrapped around in an air of intensity,
capable of enticement,
better than exotic.
true workings of an artistic poet:
new to romance,
innocent and timid,
still and yet surprisingly open to chance.
hidden concepts of new verses;
kept secret until the time,
buried with all of your feelings.
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