"sator" poems - Hello Poetry

SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS Cropsman, Alpha-Omega is with you, and bids you go forward with a patient but steady momentum. Keep yourself to the Old Truth. Your work Is that of the seasons which are cyclical as the wheels of your sowing and reaping contraptions.

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Charmed, I'm Sure

SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS Cropsman, Alpha-Omega is with you, and bids you go forward with a patient but steady momentum. Keep yourself to the Old Truth. Your work Is that of the seasons which are cyclical as the wheels of your sowing and reaping contraptions.

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Look at me with wide open eyes. Know that I am not as I appear. I never did mind the darkness, Even though it frightens me so. Sometimes, I fool even myself Into thinking that I search for answers. The truth is something more Than I ever will display. SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS And I awaken. I speak for him, I speak though him. It does not matter the reason. Never, never will I leave. There was a crystal chalice From which I used to drink. There was a set of pricipals On which I used to think. And once the door is opened The words begin to flow. I am his brother, partner, lover. I am the summate of his fears. I am the solvant of his tears. Sometimes all you have is yourself. Sometimes all he has is me. I make the decisions, And take the actions That are too difficult for him. There are times I haved saved his life, But I should never be mistaken for what I am not. My venom is toxic.

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Darkness Awakens

Look at me with wide open eyes. Know that I am not as I appear. I never did mind the darkness, Even though it frightens me so. Sometimes, I fool even myself Into thinking that I search for answers. The truth is something more Than I ever will display. SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS And I awaken. I speak for him, I speak though him. It does not matter the reason. Never, never will I leave. There was a crystal chalice From which I used to drink. There was a set of pricipals On which I used to think. And once the door is opened The words begin to flow. I am his brother, partner, lover. I am the summate of his fears. I am the solvant of his tears. Sometimes all you have is yourself. Sometimes all he has is me. I make the decisions, And take the actions That are too difficult for him. There are times I haved saved his life, But I should never be mistaken for what I am not. My venom is toxic.

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It’s very surprising that “SATOR Squares” seem to appear everywhere the mighty Roman army had gone; can they together, really belong? Can anyone else see inside this puzzle’s mystery? It’s been learned that it’s not a game and a truth, always remains the same. Known is the square’s earliest evidence – Can it be a mere coincidence, that it was found in a retired soldier’s home? From one who had faithfully served Italy’s Rome. The Naked Archeologist cracked this riddle, by playing around with the letters of its middle. Fairly revealing were some of its words, whose interpretation were not fully obscured. From analyzing all 5-lettered Latin palindromes, it became clear; this particular grid stood alone. The hidden phrases are now, no longer lost; PATER NOSTER, “Our Father”, forms a cross; The leftover letters include “a” for “The Alpha”, while “o” represents “The Omega”. The last secret, discovered inside this puzzle’s framework, informs us: “The Alpha and Omega holds the wheels in work.” For with Jehovah, nothing is impossible – when we see that “Jesus makes God’s work possible”. Author Notes: Information for this poem was gleaned from a video presentation of Simcha J., who is known as the Naked Archeologist. The first SATOR square was found carved on the wall of a retired soldier's home; he had served the Roman army and his name was Paquio Proculo; it's been dated around 79 AD. http://www.satorsquare.com/ Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.

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Feb 28, 2013

Feb 28, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC

joseph-j-breunig-3rd

Poem: SATOR Squares

It’s very surprising that “SATOR Squares” seem to appear everywhere the mighty Roman army had gone; can they together, really belong? Can anyone else see inside this puzzle’s mystery? It’s been learned that it’s not a game and a truth, always remains the same. Known is the square’s earliest evidence – Can it be a mere coincidence, that it was found in a retired soldier’s home? From one who had faithfully served Italy’s Rome. The Naked Archeologist cracked this riddle, by playing around with the letters of its middle. Fairly revealing were some of its words, whose interpretation were not fully obscured. From analyzing all 5-lettered Latin palindromes, it became clear; this particular grid stood alone. The hidden phrases are now, no longer lost; PATER NOSTER, “Our Father”, forms a cross; The leftover letters include “a” for “The Alpha”, while “o” represents “The Omega”. The last secret, discovered inside this puzzle’s framework, informs us: “The Alpha and Omega holds the wheels in work.” For with Jehovah, nothing is impossible – when we see that “Jesus makes God’s work possible”. Author Notes: Information for this poem was gleaned from a video presentation of Simcha J., who is known as the Naked Archeologist. The first SATOR square was found carved on the wall of a retired soldier's home; he had served the Roman army and his name was Paquio Proculo; it's been dated around 79 AD. http://www.satorsquare.com/ Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.

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sator i am still here— the eternal spark, the constant presence amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and dreams. i manifest success, forging my destiny brick by brick with every cosmic “yes.” arepo in the mirror of raw ego and honest reflection, i transmute every reeking flaw into fragrant power. from the ashes of past mistakes i sculpt myself—a masterpiece of perseverance, refined like the best soaps, emerging renewed. tenet i hold fast to my celestial blueprint, a generator with a capricorn flame, a leo moon roaring for its rightful spotlight, each heartbeat an invocation of divine order, each breath a promise to the stars. opera in the theater of creation, i am both director and actor— my life a symphony of passion and precision. with every action, every well-earned victory, i spin the wheel of destiny, turning obstacles into stepping stones that lead to realms of boundless light. rotas and as the cosmic cycle revolves, i embrace the sator square’s eternal secret: what is sown in the heart returns in glory. i manifest success with every radiant step, every choice a spiral that brings me closer to the infinite horizon of my dreams. i stand as a living constellation, an alchemist of fate and fervor, a poet of the universe— and in this sacred square, i claim my success, now and forever.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 1:46 AM UTC

andydenson

andy's sator square

sator i am still here— the eternal spark, the constant presence amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and dreams. i manifest success, forging my destiny brick by brick with every cosmic “yes.” arepo in the mirror of raw ego and honest reflection, i transmute every reeking flaw into fragrant power. from the ashes of past mistakes i sculpt myself—a masterpiece of perseverance, refined like the best soaps, emerging renewed. tenet i hold fast to my celestial blueprint, a generator with a capricorn flame, a leo moon roaring for its rightful spotlight, each heartbeat an invocation of divine order, each breath a promise to the stars. opera in the theater of creation, i am both director and actor— my life a symphony of passion and precision. with every action, every well-earned victory, i spin the wheel of destiny, turning obstacles into stepping stones that lead to realms of boundless light. rotas and as the cosmic cycle revolves, i embrace the sator square’s eternal secret: what is sown in the heart returns in glory. i manifest success with every radiant step, every choice a spiral that brings me closer to the infinite horizon of my dreams. i stand as a living constellation, an alchemist of fate and fervor, a poet of the universe— and in this sacred square, i claim my success, now and forever.

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