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/lit/erary poem-writing exercise for us all!

Okay everyone, here's a fun class project:
we're still working on writing cute little rhyming poems about all the tarot cards (esp. the major arcana). we've got 5 completely done to a good level, but consult the list (pic rel) to see which cards still need poems.

Thanks!

>> No.19460145

>>19460135
>Wheel of Fortune?
>How about wheel of testicular torsion.
Your welcome, OP.

>> No.19460833

c'mon, any takers?

>> No.19461306

I wrote this last night but the thread got deleted so couldn’t post.

The Hierophant

Come forth Hierophant of initiations
Whether bacchanalian or Venusian,
Come and cant thy carmen incantations
Chant oblivion of ophidian,
Come with mysteries to move from stations
elusinian to fields Elysian.

Prophet teacher psychopomp and liar
Bearing valley’s lily and sharon’s rose
In the torch of thy immortal fire,
Throes of woes each froze in metamorphose
Whether wound of nail or stygian mire
Flows anointing through thy living Logos.

Thou miser master of man’s misery
Of raiment falsely reigning vicar vile
Whose veil of voices shimmer silvery
Thy tongues from foreign isles always beguile
The innocent of all iniquity,
Delusive chains of profane vanity.

>> No.19461334

>>19461306
that's *very* good asemlen.

don't suppose you'd have any of the other cards in ya too?

>> No.19461343

also I wrote this for death, if it is not of good quality I’ll write another.

the death card, which is the letter Nun(a snake) and the feminine(opposite of ayin the eye/the devil, the masculine.) it has 13 lines for the 13th position of the card.

Woman with icy face of serpentine,
My eye has frozen on thy wintry gaze,
How inhuman, how devilish thy bloodline
To make a man ignore the holy ways.
Eros it is not, Thanatos it is,
Thy dress of white and phaseless by pallor
Thy face is death thy face is cold, is this
The form of life when robed without color?
Lady death or Dolores or perhaps
Dolorous thy odorless perfumes of
Funereal mist, the grasp of pall wraps
Holding me shameless, lustless without love.
The vision fades and even death must die.


Also wrote this one for all 22.

Note

The tarot card’s primary mystical/spiritual usage is how they are the yetziratic level of the Hebrew alphabet, by this I mean to say, the letters of Hebrew are a core mystical focus because each letter contains a network of symbolism, images and so forth which is based on how the character is drawn and then given a very complex amount of correspondences to planets (phenomenological spheres of experience and so forth.) and to formulae/processes relating to interaction with God, various spiritual forces and so forth.

The Hebrew letters when transliterated into Hebrew go

Th Sh R Q Tz P O S N M L K Y T C Z V H D G B A, and these letters have various systems of how to analyze them, one can do so by dividing nature into four components (the undifferentiated, the ideal formal world, the world of aesthetics and illusions, the material world. These four being atziluth, briah, yetzirah and assiah respectively.) the tarot cards are primarily used for the yetziratic analysis. They correspond like this.
A=the Fool
B=the magician
…
Th=the world/universe.

The following poem on a line by line and stanza by stanza level encodes a sufficient amount of the symbolism of each card on a line by line level.

The tree of Parnassus and Paradise
Shall descend as dew the tongue of fires,
Rational of lamb and mystic tiger’s
Qabalistic quadratic sacrifice.

Tzon Tzadik warrior of star
Powerful and wrathful in position,
Over capricious Eyes and tradition
Succumbed as transience’s avatar.

Neglecteth not the thought of not and death
Most men are bound by graves and water,
Let neither goad away thee from order
Kaleidoscopic’s many whirls of breath.

Yet threefold hidden hermit virgin kens
Temperance from perseverance the stone,
Cherished by fools which become wise enthroned
Zoetic brothers battle both and cleanse.

Veneer of veil unveiled the valley pale
Hellish flame of scepter slave and master,
Diffused sun of rose on alabaster
Grotesque and glorious both must travail.

Behold the one but balanced in the parts,
All and none the one who has but one heart.

>> No.19461372

If you desire another card name it and I’ll write it later.

>> No.19461390

>>19461372
Temperance

>> No.19461954

>>19461372
>>19461343
You're really good - can you give a look at this maybe too:
>>19460919

>> No.19462355

>>19461954
Sure, I’m still busy with thanksgiving but when I’m done I’ll get to work on both.

>> No.19463663

Bump

>> No.19464218
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19464218

>>19460135

THE EMPEROR

"Tell me Father, why is your love be so distant?
Why your angry hands has to always firmly clench?
Mockery of your son, thou gaze at me persistent,
And all my youthful desires in your will are quench."

Austere in his throne, the father speaks to his son:
"Pleasure and no responsibility is what you seek,
Can't my firstborn see that mistakes can't be undone?
Take heed of the words your father and now be meek,
Know that the time of your personal burden shall come."

"Tyranny!" the son has accused the man on the throne,
The father's fiery eyes saddened as he spoke "I have no sham,
I impose on thee what thou need to become your own man,
You're nothing but a lamb measuring words with a ram,
Disobey me and you'll see the weight of your actions alone."

Disobedience is not for the Emperor, he hates the way of the Fool,
For the reckless spirit of adventure turns an idiot into a tool.
Although the youthful son doesn't want to live under the king's reign,
The imperial regality is well deserved for his advises are the most sane.

>> No.19464227

>>19464218
>"Tell me Father, why is your love be so distant?
Sorry for the mistake, it's late night I didn't realized it while revising, I meant:
"Why is your love always so distant?"

thanks bro

>> No.19464238

>>19460135
Post the completed ones?

>> No.19464324

>>19461343
The second one is impressive, I will pay attention to your work.
These days you advertised your poetry collection here, unfortunately I have lost the link.

>> No.19465544

Bump for MOAR

>> No.19466111

>>19464324
I didn’t actually, a fellow I know wanted me to publish with him because they wanted another book to publish, I only agreed on the agreement that I get no payment whatsoever and eventually could shill pdfs as I like of it.

Here’s a link

https://unrealpress.com/2021/10/18/new-poetry-collection-out-now/

Though Really if you want to read any of the poems, just ask me in this or another thread and I’ll just post the specific one. I (like to believe) I’ve gotten significantly better since the ones written in here.

>> No.19466128

>>19460135
Can’t help but feel like these threads are designed so you can pawn off other peoples poetry as your own to impress some neo-spiritualist chick (or worse, a lame school project).

>> No.19467341

Bump

>> No.19468651

>>19464218
pls rate

>> No.19469649

Oh I thought this thread was dead, here’s the poem I wrote for temperance.

A sonnet for Sagittarius: Temperance

Topheth moloch’s Rod of hazel
Prophet’s frolic God and angel,
The waters rive the rivers earthly thrice
Then mingle with the wine of paradise.

Gambols happy heifers holy
Rambles shabby beggars lowly,
The prison bodily bars thee
But palaces thy deity.

Nightmare dream wanes revealing light
Light-bare gleam twains resealing night,
The arrow in circle spiral
has burned away the things trifle.

Behold gay sun and sunflower
Bower-one and none may withhold.

>> No.19470233

Could someone do the hermit?

>> No.19471701

Bump

>> No.19471702
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19471702

>>19470233
Meditation,
Is the ongoing warfare against inner tempation.
Sorrow,
One must fight for today and not for tomorrow.
Behest,
A tranquil heart can decide which way is best.

Lone in the highest, he masters his own Will,
Long was the journey that brought him atop.
Now he is wise and has heavy shoes to fill,
Seeding the spirit, wisdom is ripe in the crop.

Tell me, Oh Hermit, where do you come from?
What is the life that you had to leave behind?
Solitude was you path to build His kindgom come,
Tho what good a lone man cab do when he won't shine to his kind?
Come down from the highest top, you can't be always alone;
Your journey has ended, it costed you time, a heavy price.
but nothing is permanent and solitude is good for none;
To teach others your must, like Hermes whose wisdom folds thrice.

He had the prudence, he conquered the circumstances,
Sustained by his cane he came down the mountain to the slope;
Conquering his own Will his spirit had is now enhanced,
Coming down, coming down, the wise is never undisposed.
The circle is complete and the magnum opus is composed.

>> No.19471799

>>19471702
there are some typos, I ask you to ignore and please rate.
I do not write poems often

>> No.19471870

>>19460135
The Tower
The lone tree of bricks washes pure
in its breeze's kiss of sentinal's cure.
Its high brow and low ground stands
above the simple shadows of man.

The gong rings, the bells blare,
and the air fills with triumph unerred.
Its lonesome comport lingers in the forrest
of man from his voices of manyed unrest.

The surgeon carves the grounds,
the eagle swoops his peerless rounds,
and the clouds drift over the day
as towers watching only their own play.

>> No.19472076

>>19469649
It's good but your own vocabulary is really getting in the way here. I didn't understand this for a while but basically you really only hit poet high notes when you find new ways to express the most commonly used words.
I'm >>19471870 fwiw