Short Masonic Poems
Short Masonic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Masonic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Masonic by length and keyword.
Sequential Septuple
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...
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Categories:
masonic, death, history, life, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Haters
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 ......
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Categories:
masonic, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Speculative
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...
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Categories:
masonic, passion, people, philosophy
Form:
Rhyme
Second Rising
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...
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Categories:
masonic, art, imagination, places,
Form:
Free verse
Dress Code
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...
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Categories:
masonic, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Bag Lady
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...
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Categories:
masonic, life
Form:
Free verse