off to the side
i give my
masonic sign
then blinking
three times
with my right
eye i
show you my
bootlaces dyed
yellow
our color
you nod and smile
raising
your evening
gown slightly off
the ground
exposing bare
feet
then you
scratch your
nose twice then
pause
and
scratch it
twice again
noticing
you've been using
your left hand middle
finger
so i give
a knowing grin
dress
casually
dinner at ten
Categories:
masonic, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Welcome to New Bohemia
where we’re looking for a leader.
The last one was murderous
And we hung her for treason.
I’m hidden underground
it’s rebel hunting season.
But I’ve still got a family
And I still need to feed em.
So up I go through a hatch
on a trap door.
Down the dirty alleys and
the streets filled with crack whores.
And we breath as we come
to the final door
Here it’s either death
or the final score.
We sneak in low
as bankers do a Masonic clap.
Whilst three rebel brothers
slide in the back.
Insert the computer key
terminals to hack
Nearly in there
when someone attacks.
A task force pounced quick
right upon to them
The brothers died
but we loved them to the very end.
But we had to carry on
and go none the less
And unlike the brothers
we won’t end up dead.
Categories:
masonic, symbolism,
Form: I do not know?
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
origin,an
illumination in darkened
minds,for the
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
Newton,John Milton....etc.
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
templars,I.O.G.T,United
Nations,Masonic
Lodge,Music industry,
Politics,global economy,
etc
stretching beyond
human imaginations-felt
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
above.
The eye,all seeing
sign,an invincible
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
fame.
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
everywhere watching
you!
Categories:
masonic, africa, anniversary, bible, dark,
Form: Blank verse
Flames race up the fireback
As sparks burst beneath the latest logs
The largest is well past seasoned
It will not last long in this late Winter third load of wood
Radiance warms my forehead and stretched out right foot
As I sit in laid back acceptance of my masonic mastery
The carved wooden fish caught in the inlaid brick joints
Smiles and stares forever up at the Four by eight mantel
It's the cast off of a wooden spoon
carved twenty five or more years ago and burnt here
When it cracked after years of use.
The fish smiles on
The fire spits and sputters
for more wood.
Categories:
masonic, life, fish,
Form: Bio
They hate
and have a grey face
feeding on corpses
mental homes
masonic lodges
jails
overcrowded with freaks
that think of themselves
as eagles
dead dogs
full of dead flies
big
fake smiles
hidden in leather gloves
grey eyes
that scare even
the funeral workers
warming their bones
on their own rage...
That's what they do
they hate
have a grey face
and never cry
for an innocent tear
on an
innocent eye ...
Categories:
masonic, introspection,
Form: Free 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:
masonic, passion, people, philosophy
Form: Rhyme
Bag Lady
Chicago’s North Side
This senior citizen
whose face is Rushmore still
squats with pigeons on the steps
of the Rogers Park Masonic Temple.
She wears a shawl this snowy day
and is beneath the visor of a hunting cap
a woman who has paused along the way.
Her shopping bags, stuffed, frayed,
and each square feature of her face, confess
she speaks at best a little English.
Rested, she will rise,
a penguin on a floe,
and navigate her day.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
masonic, life
Form: Free verse
After a marriage, birth of son, a small business loan, a breakdown, a divorce, five EOD
stays, fifteen councilors, six doctors, hundreds of court ordered chemical concoctions,
hundreds of dumpsters, and a major facial reconstructive surgery later, my life began again
when I married you, had our first daughter, got an apology from the malpracticing Doctors,
graduated with two degrees, became a teacher, had three more beautiful kids, became an
officer of the Masonic lodge, and became our districts Teacher of the Year.
Categories:
masonic, introspection, life
Form: Verse
Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.
Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!
It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.
Categories:
masonic, hope, inspirational, introspection, love,
Form: ABC
With the onslaught of hatred brewing.
The deceased abode is ready,
for its first viewing.
Hidden deep within the urban decay,
safe from political debates and heated frays.
The manner in which this manor was mantained,
shouts of moral abuse.
A century and a half young,
this steeple chase race has it debut.
In the anti masonic stature of youth,
dedcadent heirs fill its halls.
The manor prepares for its
second rising
Categories:
masonic, art, imagination, places,
Form: Free verse
Cattle-cars filled with Jews,
Hot guitars wailing blues,
Pulsars beaming in the night,
Thoughts of wrong, desire for right,
Cigarette ash- grey and rigid,
German soldier, Russian front frigid,
Masonic poetic words far too turgid
Categories:
masonic, death, history, life, on
Form: Free verse
Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows
Inspired by the pale moons light
Demons tempting chaste virgins
Needing comfort in the chilling night
Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere
Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds
Honour to the midnights guardians
That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud
Trapped within the tunnel vision
Harbringer seeks familiar ground
Granite bars lock in silence
Interrupted by the baying hound
Nwyvre seated on throne of stars
Deeming this the vision hour
Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light
Midnight; time of greatest power
Categories:
masonic, mystery, light, light,
Form: Acrostic
The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican restaurant,
with its soup bowl Margaritas,
past Old Main Street Tavern,
overflowing with biker patrons,
and Jasper O’ Farrell’s,
past The Powerhouse Brewery,
The Greenhouse, and G.T.O’s,
with its bottomless Bloody Marys.
As the entire town, marching bands
and all, spill into Ivy’s Park
for a two day party, pixilated music,
and four dollar beers to support
Analy Union High School.
No wonder Luther Burbank
and Charles Schulz
called Sebastopol their home.
And The First Methodist Church,
now made of stone,
the only quiet place in town.
Categories:
masonic, funny, history, life, music,
Form: Free verse