OC Poetry Thread

[Anonymous No.20936902]

Forest Floor Edition.

Post your poem and give criticism to others.

Decayed leaves fill my mouth with a familiar taste.
The must of the forest overtakes my senses, and memories, plans, all sink into the black soil.
I belong here, midst the must.
God rays portray spores dancing, circling, playing.

Unfocused, allowing, assimilating.
Deeper I sink into my new home, the home that was always open to me.
Let it reclaim its rightful property
And take me.

[Card !jHyPHNoKGY No.20936933]

>>20936902
>doesn't rhyme

[Anonymous No.20937046]

>>20936933
>Preferring the most childish lowbrow form of poetry.
Go back to r/poemsforfags, fag

[Anonymous No.20937254]

Of Exotic Plants

Rainbow Eucalyptus
Boojum Tree
Dragonblood sap

My eyes set on Venus
My thighs trapped
In a fly trap

>>20936933
better than plagerism
AGHEM

[Anonymous No.20937287]

>feedback on the new edit pls

Train Poem

With handles in her fists
by the train tracks and mist,
farewells follow, her friends
and the cat that she’ll miss
more than anything else
waiting on the platform.

Then a time later they
disappear with the hiss
of departure’s approach,
while sleepless and amiss
she stares out the window
of her compartment coach.

Awkward without pillows,
dream dazed she awakens,
in sweat, slowing down to
a halt—her coach vacant,
the train having arrived
at the end of her ride.

>>20936902
>familiar (sense)
common poetic phrase
>midst the must.
cool
>God rays...
works
>Unfocused, allowing, assimilating.
>the home that was always open to me.
necessary?

the last line is too abrupt and me rhyming with me is weak. id stick to images and stray off of familiar sentiments. reminded me-not that it was similar-of pixies - caribou

[Anonymous No.20937494]

I like trains
In rigid frames a steel core
But life is where it rains
Where rays fall on the forest floor

[Card !jHyPHNoKGY No.20937563]

>>20937254
>plagerism
>AGHEM
Illiterate.

[Anonymous No.20938842]

>>20936902
I got told "nally" in "eternally" would be pronounced "nly" so I tried to make that fit the rhythm.

[Anonymous No.20938892]

>>20936902

From green to yellow
To orange to red
To brown then black;
Now summer's dead.

Life's gleam
Sun's shine
All fade
with time.

[Anonymous No.20938972]

>>20937287
Do you know anything about meter? Stressed and unstressed syllables? I see the alliteration and the rhyme, but there isn't any structure besides that so it reads awkwardly. If you achieve rhythm it's by intuition.

The first two lines of stanza one are done well, and the rhyme and rhythm of line four are well enough to tie it in all together. (Though to be sure, line three kills all the rhythm you created.) The final two lines of stanza one are bad.

Final line of stanza two isn't the greatest. The rhyme barely saves it.

Final four lines of stanza three aren't great. The final two lines do have rhythm, but the rhyme is lackluster. The other two lines lack rhythm.

Single syllable nouns and verbs are usually stressed while pronouns, prepositions and articles are usually unstressed. So if you wanna create some rhythm try writing pairs of unstressed/stressed syllables like this:
The stars, the woods, the frogs
would fall upon my earthly ears
With song and dance and brogs (made up word)

[Anonymous No.20939400]

Under the stars sits a lone frog
Machines weave his fate
Forced to react, another cog
The realization is too late

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20939422]

Wrote a long poem, ought I post it?

[Anonymous No.20939579]

>>20939422
Please do poet bro. I’d love to read it.

[Anonymous No.20939666]

>>20936902

FOR THE ARTS AND HONOR

I cast the young man into the sheets
After tearing of every cloth that he wore
Standing tall wearing all
Firm and steadfast like Socrates of Greece
I tell him get on all four
Young and shy his cheeks blushes pink
Pink like the cherry blossom
Tan and blond like the elf boy Link
I sit in a chair
In shadows watch from
Now hands behind head up on your knees
I order as I sip on a glass of wine
Naked and clumsy he works to appease
Nude and exposed he poses
Mine, I think, this is needed for art
Every intellectual knows this
Its only he who receives who is gay
So I calmly say
Here it is only you who is queer
And so lay verily convinced
clothed while groping
This soft naked prince
Only teasing as I jerk him
I won't let him cum
I collect all his moans
Night has only begun
But a poet must dare to go farther
His butt cheeks were soft
Staying calm was getting harder
And so for art and society I ravaged
Like a savage
Persisting for the might of authors
In pursuit of the noble mead of poets
That is the knowledge the experience offers
Thrusting true with might and focus
And so it was very straight and masculine
Because he submitted moaning as a woman
Exclaiming loudly about my phallic size
As I shoved his prostate deep in his abdomen
He made high pitched cries
Hands free cummin'
Oh my god! He exclaimed
Then I filled up his butt!
Very straight and unashamed
After resting in each others arms for hours
Kissing and handholding
I was heavenly ordained
For all the authoring and art
That my soul now contained
He got dressed and went away
I watched from my window
Whispering
No homo, here it is he who is gay
Who kept reading the poem or kept listening

[Anonymous No.20939739]

Ear to the ground but he doesn't hear
Naive boy impaled by a spear
Raped by cavemen and called a queer
Father sheds a tear

[Anonymous No.20939960]

From the previous thread that died too soon:

Salamander

O, salamander,
O, busy little life
When eyes glassy and unwavering met with mine
And our souls shook hands

I knew we were alike.
O, salamander, o, my fleeting friend
So little in life, but
So infinite in death

[Anonymous No.20939983]

>>20939422

[Anonymous No.20940072]

>>20936902
Decayed tooth
Decayed thoughts
My mouth is numb
I cannot talk
I remain still
Chewing on time
Barely swallowing it
Indigestible time
I spit it out in disgust

[Anonymous No.20940147]

By his oil the fires are lit
He hunts while I think and sit
According to myth he was born with it
What I receive bit by bit

Bits become bytes
Teeth eaten by parasites
I emerge from subspace nanites
Seven million new sights

Past the sun I grow
The one thing I still don't know
What he was born with but can't show
Where he went I can't follow

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940167]

>>20939983
Nah I ask since it’s genuinely very long >>20939579
Poem incoming

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940191]

poem name: Concordia Discors

in this desert of pleasure,
where the west burns the red earth,
with an effortless leisure,
i shall measure his blessed works,
with ever better letters,
that his flesh spurned to death’s hurt,
he, the best word and breath’s birth.
be remembered forever.

terror’s door opens, the metamorphosis,
chimera formed gnosis, nevermore opens,
letter’s torn open, forever lore’s spoken,
remember lord Odin’s treasure-store opened
by the rune token, moon skull broken, the whole
of gold beholden when the boon’s unfolding
as the exploding Will evoking till exposing shrills
fill the quill and twill the Will with killing chills,
with whistling rills of thrilling lilts gilting
a million buildings gold vermilion, listen
this, witness, pernicious, pillaging a village,
mimicking the image, tricking the visage,
mingling grotesqueries, the gross flesh earthly
bringing close the day of throes and rape,
the rope to babes when souls of apes go in shapes
of male and female, the veils and dreams wail,
i scream a hail I speak a hail I seek to hail,
i take the kila nail I wake the lila pale
I say the evil tale, I make the beetle spell
of fetal hell the regal cell of a devil
that trembles a temple with thundered blows,
the vengeful mental rebel who utters the throes,
who levels with woe and sunders the rows,
he revels trampling the souls under the rose,
under the rose, under the rose, under the rose, under the rose.

and still a remnant remains, the memory unchanged,
though in the land of man’s sin, as a bird darts,
so does the phenex devil reminisce, day burnt away,
phoenix hevel I bellow ziwa, Cain ziwa,
murderer the mind, vengeful specter of I, Cain,
move the song I sing with breaths of flame and cold,
move the song I sing with death the same of old,
move through Nod and grasp the rod of Penemue,
the Rod which marks the first dot and blotch of ink,
Of Sod Derash Remez and Peshat, the mysteries of PaRDeS,
the Rod which parted the chaff from the wheat long ago,
in those days when man first tasted bread, first made bread,
when man first took the leaves, when man first drew with leaves,
first to heave in a distant place, the fret of work,
first to heave the breath of thirst, the fret of work,
first to heave in a distant place, thy face marked,
marked with the mark of sword, marked with the mark of nail,
marked with the mark of sword, marked with the mark of nail,
briefly through the flame of fruit, the flame of flesh,
briefly in a flash you saw the face of God the great,
whose locks the drops of night have dewed to glistering,
briefly your prayers whispering in anger and regret,
murderer cain the way burns in anger and regret,
under the rose, I fret, under the rose, the breast,
hold me close to your chest stranger Abraham,
count me one of the sons, father Abraham,

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940198]

>>20940191
under the rose through the tendril thorn embrace,
teacher Abraham, bread breaker Abraham,
father’s friend by the voice of Cain, by the void of Cain,
open the flesh brain, open the flesh brain,
for mammon bows to amaymon, and amaymon to moloch,
moloch to mahazael, and mahazael to Dis,
and dis is mastema the satan with a remnant of regret,
and this remnant is a garment called melek taus, the peacock,
and the peacock colors arise when he sees god,
when the peacock sees god, the name is hidden,
octonymos the eight lettered name of God,
octonymos the eight lettered Baphomet,
octonymos the melek ha-mashiach,
open then, with the voice of Dis, which no man has ever known.


Open OCTONYMOS ouroboros,
Clothe composition crow, caw chose corpse cold,
Trope terrible! the throat torn tome torched troth,
O Obelisk of Om or oath sworn Oes,
No neither, not name, note, north node nor noll,
Yowlled yester yclept yoms, your Yode yore yoked
Monad mastema, mold more mo’s morte-mode,
Osier omphalos, orbed ought’s ore-ode,
Show shining saber so-sworn-sole-sword-soul!


Open then hell mouth, speak thou hell mouth,
by my speech of spells I shout, open hell mouth,
from me heave the hymn, from my hell mouth,
out from the self I shout out by

the amazing way phrasings arranging
the rage blazing stays changing weight swaying
the sage stating aged sayings awaiting
the face gazing strange tracings prays praising
the ancient of days with statements that stray
with the rays of his grace, each displays
in maze arrayed the range is parading
in a pageant all the transient masquerading
masking with fading as fragments his garments the
calves that charm as gold, avatars metamorphose;
ouroboros sword-hold-lord rose more so poured gold,
golden glory greatly given gorgeously,
fell fiends falsely foisoned falling flawlessly,
hoary honored heaven heave horrid hymns
lovely lilted leaping like lordly limbs.

come stranger, fly the grove and the moor
past the eye that is door to the mind, come stranger,
alcove and the shrine, libations I pour,
hypogeum or fane i pour all the same, come stranger,
glow the runes with your boon as a jewel,
bright as the dew, of the cold, fruitless moon, come stranger.

i saw once in a dream a dark scorpion,
and yet a scorpion it was not, abominable,
for its body was the mangled flesh of many men,
like rope knotted, a great flattened face was its body,
like rope knotted, its pincher was the pounding of the fleshen heads of men,
like rope knotted, bone twisted like metal rebar,
and all was dark in that place, save the mouth of its mouth,
for under a pale light its mouth opened before me,
first empty and then after a little while a change,
two doll sized homunculi climbed into its mouth,
at perfect parallel they held their knees with their arms,
and both homunculi turned an eye to look upon my eyes.

[Anonymous No.20940200]

Futility of all words
Lack of all meaning
All encompassing void
Devouring us whole

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940206]

>>20940198
within the flesh where the dark scorpions
of desire burn with fire once ethereal,
I recall the palace marmorean,
and the princely face with features regal,
stately, yet so comely my soul mimics
in more than a scroll of an agama,
and more than in antique hieroglyphics,
for my skull, my skull is the agalma,
it is from this my soul, disconsolate,
tracing colors from the rainbow palette,
and repeating sounds across the gamut,
from this I fret to make in consummate
love this breath of song, to soar echelons
above, above, to he, the eschaton.

make the sounds terrible when the mouth’s parable
is not found legible, shake the grounds sensible
till the shouts pounds man’s mounds like the clouds, when the whole
earth thunders, the words sunder the crowds and rends the soul.

oh lord, bound to my mouth is the sound of the shout from the crown to the crowds of the proud who are loud with the doubts from the down who’ll amount when the count is account to the bound when all’s found.

aloud aloud I grasp and gout the scorpion,
i grab the knife of mind the metasoma,
mimicing mastema my madness makes my mantras magnificent,
made equivalent the deified ray’s image, the days finished, the A’s visage,
that knife I gout the self with, metasoma I gout by the knife.

fie I’m rife with life I’m right to drive and slice,
though i’m Blemished with brutal incarnadine,
striked so white with fright I bright the night with light,
til the boiling and Brumal is harmonized.

flesh of soma, breath of soma, death of soma,
metasoma,
death of soma, breath of soma, flesh of soma.

come favored, fly the grove and the moor
past the eye that is door to the mind, come favored,
alcove and the shrine, libations I pour,
hypogeum or fane i pour all the same, come favored,
glow the runes with your boon as a jewel,
bright as the dew, of the cold, fruitless moon, come favored.

Like the leering levin the first verse wurthers,
From in the skin piercing just as black gnats hatch,
Bursting flesh from breast, when the words heard murmured
Burble out and gushing, spout as man’s zam-zam
Water, thus I baptize my voodoo gris gris
And glory my reflection parapara,
Playing with spheres my spirit’s juju seams streams,
Seize God peacocked like Enoch-maramara,
Myself I raise, I alone I compliment,
For this samsara like the prey breaks idle
At death, and when the hand and eye complement
Each other, to worship or pray breaks idols,
Behold, say i am insane, out of my mind,
All is the opulence born out of my mind.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940209]

>>20940206
metaphysical man’s metamorphosis my manifestation,
multiplicity made monadic my momentary mortal mentality,
move my mind’s many movements monstrous mastery’s maker!
motivate my manifold modalities metathetic meanings,
mystical methodology maximize my momentum,
Maya’s mani my mandalic mantras meditatively mingled,
my minion mara’s my music’s model mutating mahakalachakra,
mazel-mahamudra mazzaroth masking my majesty melech,
my madness mimics mastama making my messiah mahazael!

tele-pinu tarsi teraphim,
hell’s key by Ru-amni’s seraphim,
the cells swell, the brass cast, the door forms,
Daleth Gimel, as el in hell I gaze past the veil.

Christ is the corpse upon the cross of GoD,
“veiled in faint air and gemmed with light,”
saint of saints, sin bedight, the lord who knocks,
paled with pains bared and dressed in night.
the sun paints day and paints the night with not,
“look! I stand at the door and knock”
from dawn’s hue to dawning dusk through twilight,
good hides and blacks the flawed eyesight.
the enemy is crouched and does not knock,
“a white star made of memory”
in revelry of devilry darts dawn,
the rhymed song blazes energy,
aflame infernal with a bloodied mind
“And there the lion’s ruddy eyes”
will flame the night a scarlet runny dye,
and bare the diamond‘s comely guise,

by the sun of eye the hell gate door I knock,
by the love of I the self same thorn and god,
by the thorn that is sin, the thorn that pierced him,
i pry the door through the skin, and more know him,
more upon the door of hell I knock upon,
past doors of dawn withdrawn to night, knock upon,
by the sun of eye the hell gate door I knock,
by the love of I the self same thorn and god,

comes the noxious shade, comes the monstrous face,
the conscious fades, I concentrate,
the comets Blaze, I vomit rage,
i psalm the name, I Don the cage,
i contemplate the godless place,
i dominate the darkest phase.
black hands clap as haphazard chatter clacks faster,
seeds grow, seas foam, screams drone, deep flows ego’s speech gross,
cursed and elder words had measured mad splendor erst man’s letters,
thunder the blows, sunder the rows, utter the throes, under the rose.

myriads the millions of faces falling,
dropping deeper and deeper dropping,
flame is the form and the foot finds nothing,
without stopping sounds the sobbing,
ash is made the bread of a man
cast and flayed is the head of a man,
cast down laid with grey ash,
the face slashed the flames flash,
i am laid before the four who cry
“ghostly, ghostly, ghostly, is the claw-gnaw-maw psyche,”

[Anonymous No.20940211]

The fleeting moment
Cannot be captured
Neither in words or photograph
It escapes
Every moment leaving you
There's no point in trying
In wind we are gone

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940213]

>>20940209
titan lion, all eaten scorpion, fanged and hanged man, hooked horn bull-boar,
phantoms around the black sun where the dragons
of passion and the barren souls of famine
and the twenty four mad men writhe and spasm, for the chasm’s center is Adam who is kadmon,
by whose mansion the action is absent,
by whose talons the falcon is absent,
by whose fragments the transient is abscent,
by whose pageants the handsome is abscent,
abandoned of gladness and sadness is Adam,
granted detachment the stagnant voice is silent,
as with rampant violence the noises riot,
In the heart of his heart rests the silence,
though the dart acrimonious riots,
though asseverated the contention’s go silent,
though copious hecatares are in riot,
though parsimonious Pluto is silent,
the heart of his heart is brilliant vibrance,
the black sun dragon, the distant titan,
the great demon typhon is last to come,
yet the first to hurl the earth to none
and to burst the world and curse the one.


galloping as a horse gallops against the wealds and stones,
galloping as the mysteriarch of empyreal midnight,
galloping as the ravening night which is starless and silent as death,
galloping as the ravelings of the plenilune, which weaves a rune,
galloping as the mark of the sword and the thorn which is the life-struck-drum,
which is within the infinite images as the life-impulse,
which is death to earth and birth to the breath of the inmost,
by this the words are lord over the mind and matter of man,
for this is cacophony, each line a kakodaimon born,
suspired the ether afire i breathe a form and face,
fabulous in fury and phenomenal in ferocity,
furrowing fields, flattening forts, fuscous in force,
mellifluous tongued; susurrus tongued, ophdian tongued,
ursine ornithic, equine cancroid, caprine acaroid,
a hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred heads heaving,
as serpents slither twisting and hissing syllables,
gallops, walks, slithers, flies, swims and pouncing,
all things in shouting the world bouncing pronouncing
groans growls hoots howls croaks and roars,
innumerable, inseparable, ineffable,
all effable all sensible,
all said is he all said by he all says he is he,
furze gorse ulex whin, the breath is one,
he is drakon and typhon and ikon,
painted and written and spoken of
by the man the child the brook and wode ruin
and runed woods, the same-seen-silva of acher
like ben the Benjamin when rudra the jivan raped
and raped and raped the Levitic concubine,
the priest in me cutting twelve pieces from her face.

and typhon the dragon who is the phantasm of the ash black sun spoke laughing thus:

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940218]

>>20940213
golden ass and Sharon’s rose,
black and gold staff Arron holds,
vault black the mad man’s barren ghost,
jolts slash the man and tear the ghost,
bolts of brass the spasms flow,
infinite the suchness denotes
the image of lust explodes
extinguished the dust arose
decapitating akephalos
as placid as hanged man’s shadow,
as slanted as hanged man’s shadow
as slanted as hanged man’s gallows
as facets cracked attacked by arrows,
the alligator hollowed
the fabric hollowed
the leviathan swallowed
i agitator I aggregator swallow whole the soul.

by right, of the mind’s light, the very sky’s spite,
slice like knife strikes, to my eye sight’s i,
murmurous words burst the murderous verse perturbs;

calm gone! perturbed by the allure of ananda,
ah god! earth hurled by the datura sadhana,
dark, wan! first whirled by the azure and brass luster,
Ra’s heart! murdered by the unpure and cracked sunder,
parts Dawn! worlds turn night and obscured a man stutters,
dot’s blotch! words birth life and assure the chant uttered

splatters with a laughter the bones shatter the brain matter is made scattered in a pattern that’s flame raptured and after it stays fractured.

i am layed about the blasted heath,
storm is the covering of all things,
fulgurous sparks contrast the dark earth,
apastron from apotropaic
stars I gaze the four illuminate
scintillating colors from the void,
regulus, thuban, algol, and he,
secret named the zenith flame of he,
syzygy of three the veil of he,
illuminated I am laid and each comes close,
black dog jaws bite the flesh,
black jaguar claws rip the flesh,
raven and crow flay and throe the flesh,
a great toad whose eyes bulge leaks poison,
the ravenous ones the devourers the demons the devils the dauphins of the coffin pour into my flesh the lust, but take the blood,
deep and deeper i descend to depths of death and damnation past the door, I dare past the door with droves through the door, I pass.

corposant the currents twisting flame
forms the cant the lightning chant possessed
energumen I am him by jinn
entered ruined I am ruined jann,
four by four descend the rim of rimm,
more I pour the time and take the timm,
eterne bred as oil, its birth the binn,
Thē word said is complete when breathe the hinn
fragrantly the great name of habtar,
brain bloodied, they, I, see the black star.
smelling, tasting, seeing, touching, hearing,
nothing but the none, the black star sun.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940223]

>>20940218
aloft arose a soul,
atop adropped a soul,
alolled aglowed a soul.

and where in God am I, it smells of flesh,
is this a hell? the breath’s miasmic death,
quivers my flesh is there no other flesh?
hanging sudden there in space lucently,
sallow ligaments displaced gruesomely,
kangling trumpeter booming in waste,
gastro implement moving this blade
oozing in jade brutally beautiful,
losing this place, truthfully juvenile
delusional fluently you the fool,
as usual from school to rule to ghoul,
black crucible process inscrutable,
that’s inexcusable, cosmic abyss indisputable,
atomic darkness the grip’s immutable invincible,
missed midst mist with the winter winds warring,
sits within the blizzard wizard its inside roaring,

there I saw the hidden prison’s vision within I,
then the voice, not written Whitman Milton or human,
spoke as i listened sittin’ ridden by my mind’s mind,
orisha bind the given wisdom’s rhythm in a fusion,
union of the diff’rent millions riven into kinds.

gnashed as brittle blenched bones blood smeared,
gnashed as black ash that cracks cast in flame,
blood seared in oracle characters,
pythonica the pythons cast idols and icons,
all is dark, a lone flame illuminates,
i am in a dark dale, a fell field where forms
python faced, man bodied, blackened with ash
touch and grasp the corpse, cleave the man’s head,
and I am among multitude bodies buried,
we are as mandrake root the head exposed,
the sepulchral fulgor illumes a Yadu’a,
for a great python would cast the bone and read the cracks,
with thews that rends tendon and severs ligament
i rose from the mandrake field and raced away,
finding only crag and undulating darkness,
ceaseless tymbol ululation followed hissing,
coiling serpents, circling currents, spear point;

rapt, captured, mass battered, crash hammers,
slammed backwards, lands staggered, grabs scabbard,
black lacquered hand dagger, man hacker;
“damn bastards! stab faster! “ flash splatter!

as a mandrake I am plucked,
in the man brain I am struck,
i am made as a mandrake.

about the dale before the flame and under the hill,
i see a pale horse.

ne’er by flesh interned,
the Dale scored with heads.
ne’er by flesh interned,
the hail pours in fresh.
ne’er by flesh interned,
the frail corpse is set.
ne’er by flesh interned,
the nails forced in flesh.
ne’er by flesh interned,
the pale horse is death.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940226]

>>20940223
in form’s force flows Abrasax whose magic process
theurgicly binds Christ to a black limbed god‘s flesh,
hexecontalithos as a manic obsessed
with the daedal evil i have basked in naught’s depth,
tanitine the fetal-needle malik-Topheth
has placed in the child’s face makes the mantic darkness
blaze with golden gnosis and the mantric parchment
becomes Loagaeth the gate of man’s madness harnessed,
melodic the pleroma of Ziz passed with strongest
catatonic yogas on ecstatic prophets
of the meon-mauve zone, of the as-if knowledge,
the eon of eons, I in tantric conscious.

come savior, fly the grove and the moor
past the eye that is door to the mind, come savior,
alcove and the shrine, libations I pour,
hypogeum or fane i pour all the same, come savior,
glow the runes with your boon as a jewel,
bright as the dew, of the cold, fruitless moon, come savior.

of sevenfold with sixteen dews, of sevenfold with sixteen kalas, of sevenfold with sixteen nityas, I offer, I invoke, I bow, from the depth of the depth, as devil mastema, from the depth of the depth, as Peacock Moloch, from the depth of the depth, as Dis.

mantrik essence matching semblance madness presents dreams seen briefly,
ambidextrous magic sentence at its entrance beast meets priestly,
black ink necklace chanting breathless masking headless least we be ceased,
damned in death a slammed insect the man is left and he weeps deeply,
grant him penance graft this hell a plant in heaven teemed beams leafy,
brass impressed the span immense the mass ingest a peace seeked sweetly,
as with levin ask this question having mentioned heaves speaked freely;

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940236]

>>20940226
who is the God Of Death and where dwells his dwelling?
what lies behind the Green Olive Door of da’ath?
whose Girth Ophidian Draws the sphere to and fro?
who Grasped Oblivion’s Depths and formed two waters?
what veils the Gharaniq’s Opulent Display?
what unveils the Ghayb’s Opalescent Dignities?
whose blót Gave Odin Definition for the runes?
what measure Groups, Outlines, Dimensions and tests?
who passes the Gulf Overwhelmingly Dark?
what means allow to Glimpse Om’s Darshana?
what lit the light of the Goat Obelisk Demon?
whose power is thrice; Glycon, Orcus, Demogorgon?
whose virtues Gold, Onyx, Diamond and sapphire signify?
which plant Grew On Dews of blood and purest water?
whose Garments Opened Dazzling before the brothers?
which hand has Gyred Oceans, Drooping the milky nectar?
whose Glare Oriental Dawn blazes, mirroring?
what is the Gelid Onus Daunting to the wise of the earth?
where is the Glacier Overflowing Daily with loam?
what is the Genius, Omnipresent Daimon of the vestige?
who is the Guru Oblations Deluge with worship?
what is the secret held by the Ghastly Oneiric Double?
where hides the Ghost Often Darkly sighted by a Priest?
who is the lord of the Giant Obscene Devils of old?
who is sung in the Great Orphic Dithyramb of zoi?
what Gestured Ohrmazd, Dahaka and mithra to come?
what Glory Ornaments Dusk with a billion colors?
who Gave Outrageous Destiny the winnowing basket?
who has trampled the grass of Graves, On-Descending continuous?
what the Grapes Oeneus-Dionysus has pressed?
who set the Glistering Oes Dappling midnight?
what is the Gale Obscuring Daedal earth?
what beauty Garbs Odorous Daffodils?
why gloomy the Garments Orgulous Datura bears?
what is the Gem’s Origin Dependent upon?
who makes the Giddy Organs Dart in five modes?
who sees the many Globes Oddly Diaphanous?
what means the Gurgled Onomatopoeias Discordant?
whose Locks Grew Oily, Disheveled and time-colly?
which Gorgeous Oration Desired to speak of all?
what is the Gandaberunda’s Orbed Dharmakaya?
what vision’s seen by the Grail’s Occult Delirium?
who has Grant Obsequies Dreadful to living creatures?
what forged Gyves Ore-Derived from selfsame source?
what’s revealed by the Gate Once Deciphered by metatron?
Who has Grasped One’s Diameter and circumference?
who gives us Grime, Ort, Detritus and dirt thankless?
who’s eye reflects the Ground, Ocean, Dome and chest?
what with a Gentle Ostent Description is known best?
who constantly Gifts Outergates delights to man?
what has Gilt Our Dreams as to live life-glorious?
whose Genial Orison Delivers man?
who thread as Gossamer Omnific Demiurgy?
what Gramarye Offers Diadems to man?
what Grimoire Ouroboric Dissolves and coagulates?
which Garden Orchard Dressed with roses holds the fruit?
what Geist Oscillates Day and night though changeless?
what Generated Ogdoan Divinity?
who is called Goldemar, Oberon, Devadi-deva and lord?
who is called Gahoachma, Octonymos, Dunamis and sosein?

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940241]

>>20940236
who’s Goetic Onomatomania Distinguished the many?
what hides in the Ghyll Ooming, Dolven by none yet riven?
what Glossolalia Ontogenically Dwimors the sweven?
where is the Gorge Ontologically Devoid of activity?
what Grotto Oasis Duplicates itself fourfold?
what is the Gloamy Oragious Drogulus face?
what does the Grid Orthographic Denote in itself?
what’s seen by the Glancing Oculi Descrying a mirror?
what has made the Gibbet Obsolete, Deserted to itself?
what was Grossly Obtained, decocted by a self-ignited flame?
who makes me as a Gazelle, Oxen, Dog and man?
who beholds the Godhead’s Omnipotent Degrees?
who can Grab Oddbodkin’s Die and cast a one?
what is the Graven Omphalos Damask with all patterns?
what Gnomic Onslaught Drowns in Phlegethon the man?
what is the Good Ordering Dystheos with a word?
who Gave us Grace Only Damning those who damn him?


standing before these 77 gates, these 77 questions guarded by what they guard, hidden by what they hide, I cry the cry of 77 KHAs, with 77 voices i answer’s the question with 77 GODS whether God Or Devil with 77 GODS made thrice perfect in the image of the I-threefold, with 33 logoi the law, with 33 laws the life, the 33 fold life being the emblem and degree of the Man-Shephard. none in nod but the sun of God, he the One and naught made the Lover’s knot, from 77 thrice perfect I grasp I, the parts of He, the partzufim, with 231 drops of light bled from i, 231 keys of i, 231 mirrors of I.

Twisting lips with griffin’s grip,
This cryptic script, writ with wit,
With wicked shifting winds knit,
Gifted with gibb, this is it,
It is intrinsic within,
This rhythmic hymn, its his limb,
Since simplistic mystic mist,
Lifting his lilt, glint distilled,
Dis mimicking gis’ inwit,
Sings things wilted, tint gilded,
With limited linguistics,
Rigid in will, filled with skill,
Built till its limitless dint,
Is its kindred, imprinted,
Fixing king’s signet in it,
Wrist whisked in whisps, gliding Styx,
Winged with flicking wings which whizz,
Sinning skin stripped, his jinn whip,
Skittish imps glimpse him sitting,
Ripped lipped shrilling, chimps grinning,
Inflicting diminishing,
Since beginning depicting,
His existing, it’s distinct,
Distinguished within his pit,
Lifting his grim, link-ribbed rim,
Filled with brimming guilt within,
It spills with spit, drifting it,
In twinned rills filth is sifted,
Dimming with din, within lit,
His will’s thrill in its hiss stilled,
Myths fit with pith, in this byss,
his sin hints its his image,
Dis his kissed visage is Gis.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20940246]

>>20940241
mingled;
amber and musk,
jasper and lust,
sand and dust,
my heart my heart I am as two-in-one,
amber and musk,
jasper and lust,
sand and dust,
thou art thou art I and anew become,
amber and musk,
jasper and lust,
sand and dust,
this God, this God, by trance the truth is thrust,
the roots are spun the truth is one,
two spirits one in body, energumen,

“He am I whom I love, He whom I love is I,
Two Spirits in one single body dwelling.
So seest thou me, then seest thou Him,
And seest thou Him, then seest thou I”

redolent, as-if,
amber and musk,
jasper and lust,
sand and dust.

with all the grandeur and glory of Godhead
I behold the sixfold star whose name is I,
whose name is nothing,
whose name is AMNLABAChZVMNA,
whose name is a Sun of Self, the head of self,
whose name is a rainbow abrasaxon,
ALePH YUD NUN,
Resh YeChIDaH,
the mystery of remembrance, I behold the star,
at each of the six points blazes an I which is aussersein,
in the center blazes the 231-fold I, which is Logos,
i behold the one star of 237-fold I,
in the heart blazes the star of I.

I.

[Anonymous No.20940658]

>>20937287
As that other anon already explained, you made the effort to have it rhyme but the meter is all wrong

>>20940147
Good opening lines, then it went to empty schlock.

>>20938892
>>20939400
>>20939739
>>20939960
>>20940200
>>20940211
so so. Anon, i know they are all by the same person, so try at least a little bit.

>>20936902
>>20937254
>>20937494
>>20939666
>>20940072
Not good

Surprisingly, there was no outright bad poetry or the usual 'prose with linebreaks' shit.

[Anonymous No.20940691]

>>20940658
no u

[Anonymous No.20940700]

>>20940658
I care not for the praise of feeble minded degenerate slobs who don't know the old teachings. The poem FOR THE ARTS AND HONOUR was a masterpiece!

[Anonymous No.20941816]

Bump

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20942636]

Wrote another poem.

Permutation poem with a form of my own based on the sestina.

With lots of constant thought and nonstop shots
Mentally blazing as if all dawn’s throng
Of endless days had seared my skull sun struck
By the bright images, the whole soul goes

To imitate the light of all dawn’s throng
Made wan impressed on by the skull sun struck
Forced metamorphose and the whole soul goes
Repeating the impressions, nonstop shots

Repeating the same frame the skull sun struck
Corrupts by the lone touch the whole soul goes
With a disgust that hits with nonstop shots
Of pangs the pain of failure, all dawn’s throng

Cannot be copied thus the whole soul goes
And bows and vows to make with nonstop shots
A glory egoic so all dawn’s throng
Need not be copied, he prays, skull sun struck;
“all dawn’s throng, nonstop shots, whole soul goes skull sun struck.“

[Anonymous No.20943294]

The diva holds her newborn for
the first time
in three weeks
And sings her favorite lullaby:

Ride of the Valkyries.

[Anonymous No.20943305]

The diva holds her newborn for
the first time
in three weeks
And sings her favorite lullaby:

Ride of the Valkyries.The diva holds her newborn for
the first time
in three weeks
And sings her fav'rite lullaby:

Ride of the Valkyries.

[Anonymous No.20943306]

The diva holds her newborn for
the first time
in three weeks
And sings her fav'rite lullaby:

Ride of the Valkyries.

[Anonymous No.20943348]

Scarce are days the curtains open,
like petals -- closed for winter
The room stays safe by gold beholden:
nourish'd, bathed in splendour

When spring-light folds between my head,
cast shadows fall and seize my bed,
I'll hang -- by sprawling fixtures