"solomonic" poems
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*Oh Sovereign of wisdom Solomonic,
forgive us. The wicked wax demonic.
Golden vessels fill with foulness
man is bankrupt, sold and soulless
Unsettling harbingers loom dystopian.
Sheba rises in dreams Ethiopian.*
Tested with questions, her spirit once gone,
occultic suggestions postponed her dawn.
(Six-hundred and sixty-six talents of gold
paid Nineveh’s rise as Messiah foretold.
Go read it in Matthew, obstinate sinner
You think He intends to have Satan the winner?)
Her ruins now surveyed by satellite
beheld on the screens of the Canaanite:
canals to expose, southern deserts to cross,
Eritrean legends of Prophet (and loss),
the Ark of King Menelik—Kebra Negast,
treasures of darkness presented, now past
have us checking those texts that worldlings despise
as we wait under dread Luciferian skies.
Break the sixth seal of the seventh scroll;
let the thirteenth angel spill the bowl !
(or smoke it up in the courts of Heaven
till ganja’s infinitude totals seven…)
Exhume Axum with the ****** of Marib.
decode the encryption on Adam’s rib
unearthed from some Antediluvian ravine—
Blast from the past: she explodes on our scene!
Seven oaths shall be sworn on her spectral beauty
(our Biblical transcendental duty).
The libation is mixed. Are we ready to swill it?
Beersheba? She brew ! Let us rise to fulfill it.
from sita to Saba fifth columns are ready:
Oh Sovereign — render their pillars unsteady.
For after explosions there’s mess to clean up,
and it’s worse than the horrors inside of her cup.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
#Yes I , Putin de RAAAS fi tru him a de Ras of Rases. Cantrolling all dem eleckshan widout deteckshan, cyan touch Putin. Him a hack Babylonian komputah worse den cutlass hack di bush inna mi yard. Putin so cool, dem cyan even stop him hack Babylon Supah-bowl. Ras Putin secret Rasta, Ras Putin tru servant of JAH Almighty Rastafari. Vladimir a teach Haile Selassie di Solomonic wisdom, an ting weh mi seh...
Selah....
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
informed him, time for us to mitosis split
we be like half-torn pieces of paper
towel, ripped poorly from the roller,
edged raggedy, mishap misshapen
torn~apart
mismatched
he was standing on one leg when he
was informed, confronted, he retired to
the challenge of savasana, the corpse pose,
before speaking:
we are splitting our baby, product multiple
of the joining of our intertwining, a lessening,
and how can we give that up?
very Solomony of you, my torn report, not wittily,
which paused him from talking without thinking,
till he accumulated his perspicacious perspective,
informing me in his kindly lord of manor tone,
wisdomy superiority, advising me Brandy fierce,
that more appropriate, better than my selection
would be substituting his version more refined:
Solomonic
an actual word,
and i heard the sound of paper towel being
torn into many little pieces, and smiled with
end-of-poem finale,
exactly
*because he was so wrong for being right
one last time*
brandy
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 9:53 AM UTC
I find solitude by the shores
The cool summer has just arrived
By the watch of seagulls swaying side to side
Diving like the scuba
Is the rhythm by the show and the rising tides
Deeply in thoughts in my dreamland
Nolstagic memories with captain hook
In a world of captivating ideologies,neverland
Life in a matter of numbers and dominance, says hook
Size isn't the limitation but the solomonic wisdom
Based on the agenda stratification
Peter pan thrills my dreamland
Giving hope and purpose to the affiliates
Leaving my dreamland with an option
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
you see my honourable
rabbi,
i have this problem,
Sauron just keeps
igniting me...
i either buckle and fall
over laughing
on the second h of
the gemini -
the ** the woman bit,
or i am struck with
a need to catch my breath
(my vowels) ah eh:
exasperated,
surd-surfing: f k p c s t -
gargantuan waves of
effort... in genetics
you can say xy -
but that still makes no coordinate
sense, given the z-antics.
Alice looking at the H -
and when i wasn't looking
at the YHWH i swear i could
see a sun, a sea, a mountain -
quantum physics **** right there,
a melissa mccarthy punchline
on the ready.
yep... crude trigonometry central:
starting with sharpened cosine -
and then pinpointing on the Y -
convergent exponential...
plus: so little calculations
were involved.
i swear to god... mingle the latin
phonetic encoding with
the hebraic key,
and you can attest to seeing
a million 'allah'u akbar'
cockerels shout in simultaneous
detonations and
in a Solomonic guise... barely flinch.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
#All is vanity.
(Easy for the king to say
Between concubines . . .)
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
Ah, beautiful and pitiful! ah, last
And fairest of the daughters of the Past
Born out of time and in most grievous days
When unto beauty men mete out no praise !
Lone Gothic princess, all your line is dead:
The glory of your race is vanished: fled
Is that high faith that should have found in you
Its meet delight and its expression true…
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
They live in the hilly woods of Jamaica,
Infinitely feasting on bright energy
In flawless harmony with Mother Nature
As man was created by the creator.
One would deem them magical
As their ways are reflections of astrology
Where past, present and future
Are no different from one another.
Affiliated with the emperor of Ethiopia,
Ras Tafari Makonnen, known as Haile Selassie,
Who holds the Solomonic signature,
They know that existence, to living is greater.
They are merely monks of Africa,
But the world knows not of this
For their ways have been altered
By the consumption of fire.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC