Long Signet Poems
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Frederick Waddell
1893-1919
Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered Jove.
In the eternal equinox of April evening,
She gave me a signet ring,
With my initial engraved thereto,
As a token of our tryst together.
“W” reminded me of her,
Her voluptuous facade,
Her voluminous assemblage,
Her robust vanguard,
Of desious daydreams in the suave shadows,
Of amazing nocturnal delights,
Of lickerish ravishments and
Private investigations,
In the astonishing membranes
Of abject titillation.
But let it be known:
I died devastated,
Devastated that I never beheld
My sweet son and daughter,
Devastated that I never beheld
The sagging bosom of old age.
And now here in my grave,
I blush for the worms.
January 31 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 39-40
Key Verse – Exodus 39:30 And they made the plate of the holy crown of pure gold, and wrote upon it a writing, like to the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO REIGNS IN HIS HOLINESS
God reigns in His holiness, and He deserves our willing sacrifice
Which is voluntary out of His mercies that suffice…
He surely accepts our faith through His blood that justifies
Along our submission as His name our praise magnifies.
God reigns in His holiness, and He brightens our service-fire
Which is zealous because of His divine grace we admire…
He surely honours our faith in His Word He does fully require
Along our surrender as for His favour we aspire.
God reigns in His holiness, and He cleanses our repentant heart
Which is humble to confess and admit His sanctification’s utmost part…
He surely increases our faith, guarding us from evil dart
Along our trust in His promises; since from Him, we will never depart.
God reigns in His holiness, and He calls for our thanksgiving
Which is worshipful to acknowledge blessings we are receiving…
He surely provides with His supplies beyond our thriving
Along our commitment in sharing His Gospel against hell-caused grieving.
God reigns in His holiness, and He secures our eternal salvation
Which is precious by His compassion and kindness-optimization…
He surely keeps our faith as we yield to His transformation
Along our desire to grow spiritually with diligent determination.
God reigns in His holiness, and He prevails over our peaceful soul
Which is protected from fears in our rejoicing goal…
He strengthens our faith, healing us from illness to make us whole
Along our prayer of fervency while fulfilling our steward-role.
God reigns in His holiness, and He demands our sincerity
Which is needed for our devotion, recognizing His authority…
He surely checks our faith, so we must practice honesty
Along our truthfulness, clinging to His statute of perpetuity.
January 31, 2025
Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure?
Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure.
A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore.
The salt crystal shines your thirst back to you in a drowning mirror that blinds you.
It's image, in-retrograde.
Worship of false idol,
self, made, self that binds you.
You are tapewormed, pinned at the head,
eating the loop of tale.
A process processing by lassoing,
the masochism of sin.
The Harlot, riding an illusion abiding,
of perverted grandeur, aboding the Vale,
in a warped game of intelivision in the City Dell.
Rally the standard, flags, censors,
sensor a game, of shell, of humanity being played,
like a fiddle, rung like a bell.
Their humanity wanes,
from defiant song in the harmonic scale, of fever.
Their body a signet, of times despoil.
The occulus hourglass abacus mirror waxing cold,
fusion spirit, ether, spell for sale, sold.
Doors closing double
folding into the dimension of troubles.
Shopkeepers of the gates of Hell,
and souls falling onto the other.
Neon is in the blood, signed, *** - 666,
enter, the veil.
Apocalypservices,
the last vomiting throes of Society's-former Dale.
BDSM by Hollywood (wand not for display),
at the demonic re education menagerie.
Self's gallery for sale, while burning,
nativity to ashes,
carbon to polish our looking glasses.
Sold-out to the oil of midnite.
Snaking, on a torch lit by the way
of political prophet-eering incite.
Insight of conscience swayed
by field communications, too near.
Of Olympus-apothecarried by the scales in motion,
weighed by fears'-musings-fear.
By Reptilian, Orwellian, modern, progressive notions caught doing.
Explosive, fiery things.
Burn us to death, in house arrest,
in-deed to fuel one's own un, manifest.
Doing, one's undoing at the behest of the WEF
This tale is most unusual; you may not know it well.
Seems Judah got himself a wife; her name’s not in the tell.
He knew her and she bore three sons: Shelah, Onan, and Er.
Now Er was first, the oldest son, and Shelah, the younger.
Then Judah found a gal for Er; yes Tamar was his wife.
But Er was wicked in God’s sight, so God then took Er’s life.
Now custom said that Onan would for Er produce a son
So he took Tamar as his wife, but wouldn’t get her done.
For each time they were intimate, ’twas said he spilled his seed.
So God now put Onan to death, for evil was his deed.
So Judah promises Tamar Shelah will be her mate,
But he is not yet old enough, so she will have to wait.
The years go by, but Judah has not done that which he should,
So Tamar takes things in her hands to make sure that he would.
She covers up her face one day and sits out by the gate.
When Judah sees her sitting there, “A prostitute! That’s great!”
So they begin to bargain for his right to do his thing;
The price, a goat, collateral: his staff and signet ring.
And so then Judah lays with her, and right off, she conceives.
And then the widow returns home, continuing to grieve.
Well, Judah wants his signet back and sends the goat as pledged,
But none can find this prostitute of whom he has alleged.
When they report she can’t be found, then Judah shrugs it off,
“Just let her keep the signet ring; if word gets out, they’ll scoff.”
It seems that in a few short months, ’twas clear she was with child.
Judah demanded she be burned, a fact that’s pretty wild.
Okay for him to sleep around, but not her in her grief,
But even as they dragged her out, she worked out her relief.
“The man who got me in this way gave me this staff and ring.”
When Judah heard, he was ashamed; he knew her not again.
“For she’s more righteous than I am; I did not give my son.”
When Tamar finally gave birth, ’twas twins she had, not one.
And when the boys were born, she named them Zerah and Perez.
In Jesus’ family tree: Perez! Yes, that’s what Matthew says.
(from Genesis 38)
It was a somber afternoon in New Haven,
Where silence echoed louder than sound.
The towers of Yale loomed like sentinels—
We, the chosen, gathered without a word.
Not boys. Not even men.
But vessels of an ancient pact.
Born with the signet of the old world
Marked not by blood, but by frequency.
To Lake Whitney we marched at 13:13,
Numbers sacred, aligned with stars unseen.
Forty-four of us stood by the edge,
Each chanting his vibrational code—eight times.
432 Hertz—pure, divine.
A sound older than empires,
Resonated from the core of our bones,
Until the lake parted like breath withheld.
We vanished,
And found ourselves beneath the waters,
In a crystalline cathedral
That pulsed with resonance, not light.
There stood presidents and poets,
Musicians whose melodies shaped nations,
Leaders whose smiles concealed thunder.
All bound to the hum of the secret.
We did not pray. We vibrated.
Not to gods—
But to the sacred frequency itself.
The pitch of creation. The breath of power.
We bathed in sound.
We emerged magnetized.
Our steps shifted futures.
Our silence commanded rooms.
The world calls us lucky.
They think it’s charm,
But it is command—
Forged in sound, carved in silence.
We are Skull and Bones.
We are not seen—
We are felt.
Don't take me Lightly (Poem on Light)
I am Mr. Light
Listen to my plight
Physicists call me diplomatic
But still, for them, I am aristocratic
Sometimes, I am a corpuscle
Casting Shadow for an obstacle.
I also behave like a wave.
For communication to be my naive.
At very high speeds, I travel
For atomic riddles to unravel.
New phenomena I detect
Invisible things are in my closet.
My energy lies in a photon
Believe me, I knock out an electron.
I do reflect, I scatter
but never loiter.
I diffract, I refract
But never retract.
When there is a path difference
I cannot stop interference.
In phase constructive, Out of phase destructive.
Nevertheless, I am a detective.
I get reflected, absorbed and transmitted
But still, I am located.
Old phenomena I signet.
Unknown Crystals I detect.
Ruby makes me doubly refracting
To leave me ordinarily and extraordinarily illuminating.
My vibrations can be confined to a plane.
For polarization to find a lain
Without me exploring thing can remain at bay
Nature relies on me to make me a hopeful ray.
Author
Dr. Patankar K. K.
Physicist
Rajaram College.
Kolhapur.
January 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 28-29
Key Verse – Exodus 28:36 And thou shalt make a plate of pure gold, and grave upon it, like the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TOWARD HIS HOLINESS
God calls us toward His holiness by His divine anointing
As He brings us to His fellowship for spiritual meeting
With His salvation-assurance, eternally supporting
Along driven faith for our altar of sacrifice-uplifting.
God calls us toward His holiness by His sinless offering
As He cleanses us midst His blood-washed suffering
With His purification in our revival-flaring
Along propelled faith for our consecration’s continual gearing.
God calls us toward His holiness by His effective sanctifying
As He commands us that His Word we should keep on obeying
With His Scriptural truths, indeed worth-relying
Along increasing faith for our commitment in fervent praying.
God calls us toward His holiness by His marvelous making
As He upholds us to be faithful stewards in His working
With His strength amidst trials while to His covenant, sticking
Along devoted faith for our testimony to glow against temptation-blinking.
God calls us toward His holiness by His righteous appraising
As He pours to us His abundant supply and blessing
With His joyful redemption against sinful oppressing
Along Biblical faith for our worship of grateful praising.
God calls us toward His holiness by His powerful touching
As He speaks to us through His preaching
With His doctrines we learn in discipleship’s teaching
Along growing faith for our involvement in Gospel out-reaching.
God calls us toward His holiness by His everlasting calling
As He lets us experience His love, never failing
With His wisdom, mercy, and care for our refueling
Along guarded faith for our service that He is always fulfilling.
January 27, 2025
I know I don’t always tell you
How you make me feel,
The ways that you make life better,
The joy and hope you bring
With the love that inspires the twinkle
Lighting my eyes, the shimmering
Smile that reminds me you’re the why
Behind all my dreams, my feelings
That believe there is a reason
For everything that comes, every
Struggle, every worry, and especially
The wonders that I know will always be
A part of the world where you bring
Wisdom and joy, serenity
Overflowing – like streams of light
Erasing the shadows of a dark night
I know I don’t always let you know
The way you quiet the sorrows,
The way you inspire the heartfelt love,
The way you remind me to listen –
To the welcoming song of believing
In love that is kind and giving, love
That reassures and reaches beyond all
The darkness, into the breathless miracle
Peace that is forever blessing my life
With the grace, the faith – the stirring of
A connection, a bond that is sewn together
By the love and kindness that is your
Signet, like the fragrance that brings a memory…
You are the scent of love
Pouring out more light than the darkness can destroy,
More love than fear can erase, more of us…
Is the music beneath the song I sing when I say –
My love for you is filled with notes of heaven’s bouquet,
The sweetness of feelings blessed by God’s grace
Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair
you walked in beauty like the light of day
your delicate perfume was springtime air
it scented every corner, of your sway
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare
hungered for the spade of a gardeners way
back in the day when you lived with the Baron
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon
But now he has gone to a far away place
where angels are holding him close to their wing
As violets bloom where once he did trace,
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring
you hunger for kisses to cover your face
but your young youthful lover no longer sings
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door
Springtime is here and it carries no strife
perhaps you can find a new love of your own
He's gone to the angels it cuts like a knife,
adolescent love blown away from your home
The roses are blooming again bringing life
to a young Baroness with no need to atone
Baroness of grace with that rose in your heart,
spring is calling, now you must do your part.
Feb. 18, 2021
I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I peeped through the lens,
Of my conscience, my acme!
The future is nude and rude,
When I ask, why the quotidian;
The terror in her voice trembles,
The mightiest of the old...
Even in their red badge of robes,
The future wears the crown,
Of a fire emitting dragon,
Opening her claws like Hamlet’s sword
While I sat through it in a lingerie!
The sight has omitted me;
Leaving me not near the latrines;
As I sat far in the future,
My time had past and I’m no more,
This trip is fast yet slow in thoughts,
The insight of her bailiwick;
These lines are bigger than books,
Longer and truly soaring in croaks,
I see building falling, crashing to the down,
The silhouette of this prescience emote,
With the doughty of illusion,
The gumption to trenchant signet,
To tell you a folklore about a geographer,
Who saw the end of the empty earth!
So, I couldn’t think of anything new again;
The words, grammar and everything gone,
Leaving solitary an empty lexicographer!
Please take my honest nunnery words,
While you work and hard to beat acme,
Remember to take care of yourself,
External and internally for eternity awaits,
For in the final end of an ululating time;
Death smiles at us all,
And all a man can do is to smile back.
Sorry to tell you that I’m back,
From my short terrifying trip...
And truly the shadows were of a dream.!