"hierophant" poems
Bright child of the Tarot, a new age awaits you –
but not through the mazes you’re wandering in.
Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions
are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin.
The dog at the precipice barks out a warning:
the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong
Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you –
let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong.
JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is *****
has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed.
The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness
as LOVERS in ******* to DEATH are consumed…
Egypt can’t help you – the CHARIOT‘s stalled
While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks.
The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches
an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks…
Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way
And the staff of correction has battered you hard
I am sure you will make it, if only you pray
to the sovereign elector who holds every card
for a ray of redemption to light up your way.
Let the major arcana now bow and acknowledge
as JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky
that righteous and just is the blessed Redeemer
who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer
like you and like me. Therefore hear as I cry
that the WORLD in its fulness can’t harbor His love –
nor the heavens within nor without nor above…
May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away
and the EMPEROR‘s scepter be broken to shards
as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world
to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
What do you know me as?
Some know me
as a doctor,
some know me
as a pastor,
some know me
as a poet,
an author,
Others know me
as a Naturopath,
Most know me
as a herbalist,
Some others know me
as an alchemist,
some know me
as a mystic,
some know me
as a beloved hierophant,
a high priest,
Some know me
as a metaphysician,
Some know me
as a crisis counselor,
some as a
human rights activist,
some as a martial artist,
some don't even
know me,
I'm different things
to different people.
My life is complex
and dynamic,
and very interesting
with incessant activities
that surrounds it,
debonair and a teetotaler.
But with all the
complicated complexities,
I am profoundly so simple,
amiable and easy to placate,
with a great sense of humor,
purposeful mingled with
a no nonsense attitude.
I know who I am.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
I am love's Savant
Of perilous divining;
No simpering hierophant,
Of the desperately climbing.
For love arrives naked,
Sans cloak or cloche,
While love's finger beckons,
For me to come close.
I'm privy to his prophecy;
To the keyholes I tiptoe,
Where I see the aristocracy-
In flagrante delicto.
As his scribe, I'm resigned
To write impassioned words;
Still, desires will not rewind-
Even though they be absurd.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 12:15 PM UTC
so, here I am
and there you are
a wise man once told me
that it’s only coffee
and each day has its struggles
but when I met you
it all made sense
somehow
it’s strange, this feeling
of inner freedom
a clarity branched off from
the clairvoyant passage
two fingers skyward
two fingers lowered
to the ground below
where spontaneity happens
when least expected
I secured something of innate value
deep within these thrombin-riddled valves
the chambers of the heart
now pumping out fresh blood
like a healed wound
that the moon vampire would be proud of
so here I am
and there you are
a person well beyond what my
feeble writer’s mind could conjure up
on any given day
head in the clouds
just wishing for love to lightly fall
at my feet like footprints in snow or sand
and I wonder
why these heavy footprints
have not been blown away
by the chilling winds of winter’s calling
and I wonder
why I’m still waiting
for a look
just one look
that says it all
paired with words
of mutual understanding
bound together
a wave of pressure
between us
woman and man and
young questions
begin stirrings
rhythmic and pulsing
deep within my static brain waves
edging me closer
to you
so here I am
and there you are
The Hierophant
with your
gold and silver crown
leading me straight to
comfort.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
This is another year
without upheaval
another disregard
for the common good
I asked the cards
how will today
effect the world?
One deck said
Your Hierophant
will be upside
down and your
five of cups
hooded
the lady hoodwinked
will cross her swords
and the other yelled
the world affects today
by the ways of the lovers
juggling two coins
watching the world go by
Not this year my gorillas
the monkeys still rule
Not this day young write
your way is your will
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
What a sublime impermanence is to be found
In this cavalcade of inanity we know as love.
What once heralded joy, pledged promise divine
Now spawns a spurn that admonishes mine.
What delicious torture a man must bear
If he is of the lover's ilk - Cupid's doll.
What must one do to abolish the scars
Left by the ravages that heartbreak can mar?
What tumult must be borne within the mortal soul
In order to appease the convolutions of the human psyche.
What a breath a malaise for a logic gone dead,
The emotional hierophant left in its stead.
What is the purpose to the words I am writing,
The ramblings so obfuscated on which my time is wasted?
What a beacon they serve to those jaded and lost -
To those that have loved and tasted the cost.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
You gave us angels and demons
And no lessons on fighting evil
Except for us to pray
The demons away
And put angels please
On our Christmas trees.
You designed specious poetry
And insisted it was truth.
You corrupted our youth
With jealousy and hate
By teaching us natural
Was simply not natural.
You dressed in golden cloth
And in disgusting holy sloth,
You designed palaces
And bejeweled chalices
As you grew roley-poley
Then declared yourself holy.
You set up rules of sanctity
That you, in your insanity
Could never live up to
Not even come close to,
Because your image was not
Like the rules we have got.
A confidence game by scamsters
Who only want to be masters
Of a race of the gullible
And socially malleable.
Your morals are a mystery
Since the beginning of history.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Diadem of dreams keep him keen,
In the lost world we walk,
We debate the last Holocene,
Then we split, came the fork…
Lonesome fingers, slip emerald thread,
I stare yon window,
Knitting some spell, helps me forget,
Drink lavender tea to grow.
It tasted bitter in the Winter,
So sweet when in summer,
Lukewarm come last November,
I can’t drink it no more.
They call me Lavender, loved ones,
You tried to debunk why,
Until you kissed me under the sun,
Love can make you so high.
The day you picked my last flower,
I was not a maiden,
You took from me ancient power,
My heart simply waned.
I took to the stars, took to the cards,
I became the Hierophant,
I looked to my sun, to my Mars,
To my Moon and Venus.
I’m imbued with the Crone’s wisdom,
With a new mindset so,
To understand conflicts new and old,
I’m healed, stronger, a Being of Amour.
Speak with me, drink flowery tea,
On the phone, speech may hurt,
Together, it’s ten times as sweet,
Call me, Lovely Lavender X
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
Blue paint for him
I think he'd be red when he reads this
Sulfer tightens the air
In a celebration for yakuza
hierophant dont **** my vibe
A brainless information shrouds us
baphomet wont **** my vibe
Except the darkness sometimes, they whisper....
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
You’re walking because you’ll be drinking,
But only a little whiskey,
Or so you’re thinking, to help you sleep.
Just one, just one, just one.
You remember the apartment from before,
The right set of stairs, the same exact door,
A coffee mug of cigarette butts on the porch.
Once more, once more, once more.
Somewhat like sinking you settle down,
Smile a little at everything
Because with your frown it’s a challenge.
Keep focus, keep focus, keep focus
On what’s on the walls, the ceiling above,
Which you know must be a labor of love,
A chronicle of coexistence.
One more, one more, one more.
And you don’t want to push me, you know
That I’m new here
But I’ll go with the flow, it’s just fun and games.
I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.
Drinks that I recognize and faces I can’t,
I was never looking for a hierophant,
But you’ve been so ******* pleasant.
I see you, I see you, I see you.
How many times have you passed out here?
How many voices live inside your ear?
How many walls do you have to clear?
Just a little more, little just a little more.
Well that’s one use for your school I.D. card,
I’ll bring you your clothes tomorrow,
Let down my guard, and just laugh about it.
No worries, no worries no worries.
Thank you, Lancelot, for handing me the Holy Grail
Someone finally taught me to ******* inhale,
Many tried, and many failed, but
Breathe easy, breathe easy, breathe.
You don’t get me, and the way you speak
Leaves me forgotten and confused,
My bitter medallions bleak, the chain around my neck
Gets heavier, heavier, heavier.
The lights of the airport through the January fog
Blur my mind like a chalkboard
And the floor’s got a soggy, sticky feeling.
And traps you forever and ever and
If your coronation’s based on an old fixation,
And only a little problem,
Then after this conversation you’ll go.
I promise, I promise, I promise
One more old friend, one more new,
And this will be the shot that drops you,
This is where you’ll forget.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
Salut—welcome to Madam’s little fortune shop
Where you can see your own fate within an incense drop
My horns shimmer with necklaces that defeats all hexes
And my weapon is a skull of luck for both of the sexes
Now come and rest your left palm on this pentagram
I assure you that this is not a satanic scam
Cards shall give out a tale born from your consequences
As well as the horoscope that’ll mess with all five senses
I can pin a previous life and death within a single scar
I can name all your relatives as far as ones in alcazar
Withdraws are The Sun, The Moon, The Lovers, The Fool,
Listen to the revelations of storylines on your stool
With the Debut of Temperance, The Devil, the Hierophant,
Listen to the ways to avoid a man who is a sycophant
Pick a number from any of my twelve golden coins
To reveal a former lover that one day you shall rejoin
Now kindly look past the glimmers of my crystal ball
And you’ll see just how much your fortune can rise or fall
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
A man with all the elements
Vibrating in his body
Eyes on fire
His voice shooting daggers
Of clarity at my mind
His stride like he's gliding
On ice
His touch like gravity
Wrap my arms around
A mountain of strength
He smells like my true nature
Divine geometry bubbling
In his heart of a hurricane
In his glass of champagne
We cross arms and sip our cups
Intertwined like infinite snakes
Underwater we blow air
In each other's mouths
Taking turns
In and out
Creating carbon
Within our lungs
That we already have
*** so holy
The Hierophant is jealous
A union so balanced
Even Adam and Eve
Are Dying to be us
We are living in a space time
Of perfect timing
Open to receive
Everything our awesome souls
Deserve
And we have a mission to serve
Life is a ride on a ship
The stars glowing for us
Because they know
The alignment of our flow
Standing side by side
We are grace justice ease
The Emperor and Empress
Of all that we desire to see
Judgement from the universe
Designed you to be mine
The wheel of fortune
Put us on the same cart
As we circle up to the
Pinnacle of the sky
The world invites
Us to smile
The High Priestess
And Shaman
Play with our schemes
Allowing us to unlock
Our dreams
The secret to death unlocked
Because we understand
Dying is just a key
To a door that is locked
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
My dear one,
May you walk new paths optimistically when you are the Fool.
May you create your universe when you draw the Magician.
May you trust your intuition when you draw the High Priestess.
May you be grounded in family when you draw the Empress.
May you lead with authority when you draw the Emperor.
May you listen and learn when you draw the Hierophant.
May you open your heart to love when you draw the Lovers.
May you speed towards success when you draw the Chariot.
May you see the power you contain when you draw Strength.
May you sit back and reflect when you draw the Hermit.
May you recognize your karmic cycles when you draw the Wheel.
May you balance truth with wisdom when you draw Justice.
May you surrender yourself when you draw the Hanged Man.
May you transition smoothly when you draw Death and Rebirth.
May you balance your energies when you draw Temperance.
May you face your inner demons when you draw the Devil.
May you see the truth clearly when you draw the Tower.
May you wish for a better tomorrow when you draw the Star.
May you see into the depths of yourself when you draw the Moon.
May you ignite with joy and inspiration when you draw the Sun.
May you truly know your motivations when you draw Judgement.
May you be spiritually reborn when you reach the World.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC
i'll offer you all of me
take all that you want
it's not as if
my treacherous heart
will allow anything less
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 12:21 AM UTC
The Hierophant stands stoic and looming at the alter,
He is Father, Patriarch, Divine Daddy,
Secondary mouth of God and arbiter of his will,
His hands are twin bridges offering you two choices:
Walk the path of obedience and you will be clean and holy eternal, golden armored against the beasts of this world, promised heir to the ever burning horizon of an infinite kingdom, you will be chosen and righteous, you will walk the verdant fields of bountiful harvest and reap your rewards from this life to the next,
Walk the path of strife, however, and you will become the heretic, pariah, enemy and other, outcast and tied to the stakes of the pious, scapegoat for the evil that dwells within, you will die a thousand martyred deaths before they lay your restless spirit to damnation,
As he stands before me, his face is at once reassuring and mocking,
He is my father, he is the president, he is the unknowable face of creator and absolute authority,
He says, boy, take the easy way out, it is the only chance you'll ever have
I don't know what it was that pushed me over the edge then,
Whether it was the midnights spent crossing myself in the Lord's Prayer out of sublime terror,
The smell of formaldehyde as the most pious woman I've ever known was returned to the dirt under a benediction,
Bruised knees, ****** knuckles, diagnosis or spite:
Regardless, I made my choice there,
I choose strife,
I choose the unending chaos,
I will walk this path to its end,
And when I meet my maker there,
I will tell him that it was worth it
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
these holes in my heart
that I tried to fill with you
collapse into heaps of ribbons
that tear new life from my lips
how many times did I run
tongue-tied from them
& how many dead ends did I reach?
as soon as solace wraps his arms
around my middle
I feel you yanking my lungs
from my ribs
I remember painting empty landscapes
with the dirt under my nails
& thinking I would never see the dawn
now knuckles ripple
through flesh & bone,
ripping me open
so I spill out for all to see
when I think of him
I see stars falling from the sky
& I know that I’m home
your name falls dead from my mouth
as I crumple
& I pity the World
for having to listen to you
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
If the dreams are coming true,
Then why can't I see your wings?
Though words of heaven cleft you,
Why is it you still sing?
If spirals of flowers keep you fresh,
And candle lights float on your books,
of old, of hierophant and scripture,
Surely then my angel caressed,
Your heart should surely match your looks.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
I am but a dim flare of light, panic lantern.
Much like a portrait in a darkened room,
you search my shadows in the vain hope that
I might betray myself.
Cloak me the hierophant, the lightning struck tower.
Fool: name me the Lady Ineffable.
Steeped in mystomania, I wait sharply.
Whisper once more, with feeling: I shall not tempt.
Spring forth the midnight canopy,
Draw bed curtains of bullrushes,
Let me sleep the sleep of the dead.
A whole forest of golden branches strains
to hear my ragged breaths, sweetheart.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
The Old man in a throne
The old man with a tone
The poetry of his work
The pillars of the clerk
The insight that is said
The eyes that sees beyond the dead
The keys of the work
The red bird like the stork
The Person that blesses you when you get married
The things in life that you carry
The father that teaches you to be strong
The lessons from him if you have done wrong
The Listening wisdom that sits on a throne
The voice in the mind that comes with a tone
The decisions and guidance
The advisor
The wisdom and Intuition from the synthesizer
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
you began shaking the snakes out of
the trees in the garden of Eden, i did
not realize it until i noticed the
whispers in my ears grow quiet. the
river underneath the bridge still runs
red from the blood spilled the day you
passed. i remember the sincerity you
spoke of - a false prophet. i didn't care,
i just wanted to find some sort of peace.
i wanted the rivers to run dry, i wanted
a drought, i didn't want to see the blood
shed, but i stared death in the face.
it stares back sometimes.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC