Flat Earth Poem

Hail, friends!

A little poem as Spring arrives and I lust after the better weather, to soon take photographs over 100miles that haven't been seen yet in flat earth videos


The gravity.

I had a friend who said to me,
that he didn't believe in gravity.
What do you mean? I said to him,
"It's clear to be seen, it's so plain to see."
He shook his head and he smiled at me,
"It's plain I agree, but it's the plane that you see."

Hey man, that's real cool. I love this community of researchers already, because it's a place where people such as I and yourself can post things like this and be taken seriously. I love writing poetry too, is like to hear more of your stuff dude! Jake by the way.

I am very fond of the Formal Eastern Haiku Poetic Structure...

So I thought I would add a Haiku Poem here and there in IFERS to buoy my spirits...

Formal Haiku Structure Is... A 3 Line Poem.

First Line: 5 Syllables / Second Line: 7 Syllables / Third Line: 5 Syllables.

With the first two lines (usually) being the mental setup and the last line (usually) being the punch/shock/humor/oh my/revelation line.

and so... in honor of God's Flat Earth and how it's revelation has exponentially increased my appreciation for the Moon, The Sun, The Sky and all God's wonders.


Haiku of the Day...


I Adore The Moon
The Sun Wants Too Much From Me
Roll Call Is A Bitch…

I am a fan of the haiku form too, bro.

It's an effective way of conveying a strong message, with relatively little input.

Here is a poem I wrote the other day. Most of my work is free form.

The moon is not an object
The moon is just a light
Illuminating brilliant blues
It's blinding with its satin white

That the sun with anguish rage
Could but light the neutral face
With all intensity thus seen
It's glimmers guide at that low height

It is that beacon
'Pon which watchers
Dwell in awe, confusion ripe.

She lights herself
A cigarette
And glows her form
Throughout the night.

Surrounding shadows
Ask her questions
But the answers lay in sight

Wandering in aimless motion
Illuminating bobbing boats
Upon the level ocean, might

Just be enough to
Tell the story
Of the moon
For her whole life.

Jakelewisb wrote:
The moon is not an object
The moon is just a light
Illuminating brilliant blues
It's blinding with its satin white

That the sun with anguish rage
Could but light the neutral face
With all intensity thus seen
It's glimmers guide at that low height

It is that beacon
'Pon which watchers
Dwell in awe, confusion ripe.

She lights herself
A cigarette
And glows her form
Throughout the night.

Surrounding shadows
Ask her questions
But the answers lay in sight

Wandering in aimless motion
Illuminating bobbing boats
Upon the level ocean, might

Just be enough to
Tell the story
Of the moon
For her whole life.

Elegant synchronicity and Morphic Resonance... Sheldrake would smile...

Since you wrote this before I wrote/posted my Ku... and then you posted yours... From across the Atlantic...

Very kind words, thanks man.

Haha yeah, hey from the UK. Across that almighty bulge that be the Atlantic Ocean.

Do you have any other poems?

Jakelewisb wrote:Very kind words, thanks man.

Haha yeah, hey from the UK. Across that almighty bulge that be the Atlantic Ocean.

Do you have any other poems?

Hai ! ... Today's Ku...


In Honor Of The AngloZionist Psychopaths Ruling over The USA and many other countries with all their lifelong violations of Laws Of Dharma...
and to their endless extreme Hubris... One day ruling triumphant over the innocent... and in the next moment facing death with terror in their heart knowing what destruction they have unnecessarily released...

I dedicate the following HaiKu...


I Am Strong Like Bull
Hear Me Roaring You Peasants
Obituary…

Poignant. The first line becomes tribalistic the more it's spoken aloud. A gentle departure, too.

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Resolve me this

Tell me what humans, for this earth, provide...
That, from earth to us,
Is not twice multiplied,
In return?

Air to breathe,
Water to drink,
Precious plants
For sustaining
A plane -
We are destroying,

Tell me what we do provide?

Is it that we drill much deeper,
Taking her oil and fossils for cars,
Or is it that we look yonder green lock,
Of fields where we can build
Whatever may please us?
Settle in towns,
Until our ignorance will free us.

I wonder if you could see so,
The black soot
From your shallow breathe?

Upon a frosted Monday morn,
Arise to live another day,
In your rushing,
Your whittled vision,
Ignores the beauty of the dawn.

Share...

      As we slowly and painfully find that we are lied to from ALL Sides.. from the cradle to the grave... from morning to night... Our innocence is slowly dissolved as our capacity and hunger for truth increases exponentially... the friendly crowd around us from our youth thins greatly and we find that a lot of the time we must walk alone...


To that experience I dedicate this HaiKu...


         Truth Is Everywhere
               It’s Right In Front Of Our Eyes
                    Tinkerbelle Is Dead…

The Globe Earth (NASA Blue Marble) is a Religious Symbol used to worship Scientism;
the One World Religion to bind them all;
who's Theory based, Science Fiction Stories of Space, Spaceballs, and Gravity, originated before the late 1800's;
before man created Rockets;
before man and a few black women put Freemasons into Space, and onto the face of the Moon;
to go where no one can go, this space ENTERPRISE.

Tinkerbell is dead.

The reality of carelessness is gone.

Excellent.

First post! I've been thinking of trying to put together some more articulate and elaborate posts elsewhere in the forum, but I haven't read the entire forum 100% yet anyways (probably getting close though), so for now, I thought I'd spend some time trying to rattle off a few Haiku's off the top of my head on this fantastic website. Gotta love the off topic section.


sun rises and sets
at every known moment, though
faster from the south

calculations lie
unless they produce value
of real measurement

Ol' Rowbotham saw
calm extent of waters draw
straight lines in the sand

the van allen belt
who should give a flying fuck!?
not even NASA?

... Anyways, hope somebody likes or reads these, they're all copylefted as of now, just in case somebody else wants to use them ever. I thought I was going to write a few more, but I've probably got to go to bed for the day. I think the third one is my favorite, and in the fourth one, spoiler alert, I meant for "flying fuck" to also mean astronaut(not), just fyi

Voyager - the fourth is a truly wonderful use of words and form. I agree.

It's difficult to resist writing about the many fucked up aspects of our world. How we are born into a system of interwoven false narratives and live forever in essentially - slavery.

Keep the poems coming guys and girls!

This doesn't relate to flat earth so much.
It's my idea of fear.


Walking through the darkened streets,
I feel the cold air bite.
Though, I continue through the misty cobbled streets,
Despite, every breath and every step
Is lurking in the night.

Sensuous, not loving though,
Is how I feel tonight.

As easily as can be done,
My nerves crawl out of sight.
I guide my stooping shoulders ahead,
As I feel safest in the light.

Furthermore, the furthest lamp I see,
Is now the pathway's end.
What is that figure? Most disfigured,
It gave my heart an instant fright.

Waiting by the iron gate,
The last lamp of the road;
I sense I'll be his kill for now,
This is the long way home.

The figure held its hand beside,
Holding in its grip,
A rusty wrench, he was not fixing
I walk towards him slow, despite.

I could not breathe,
The fear had taken with its rusty hand,
All my words,
I tried to speak
Though, little he would understand.

My disposition lured him closer,
Til his hurried pace was nearer,
The houses I had left behind,
Would think my screaming most sincere.

But I was told some time ago,
Do not take this path,
They'll rescue not,
I'll bleed to death;
The shadows swallowed the figure whole.

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I just fancied posting something a little off course.

HaiKu Time...  

In Honor of the corrupt rigged voting system in the USA (EU, etc.) with the same Global Oligarchs putting up similar war criminal political candidates for either opposing party: Dems or ReThugs or Left or Right... ad nauseum...

Year after year for the office of president or governor or the senate or parliament... etc.... etc.

...........I dedicate this HaiKu to these sham fake elections and to all the ridiculous wasted energy of the supporting voters of these candidates who if they knew their guy's hidden history and true background and real motives they would not even let them into their house.

         
Cynicism Supreme
     To Jaded To Vote For Fakes
           I Think I’ll Sleep In…

Masonic Pattern
Trailing them across the sky
Sun block? Sun being blocked.

I think I'll sleep in too

J

Jakelewisb wrote:Masonic Pattern
Trailing them across the sky
Sun block? Sun being blocked.

I think I'll sleep in too

J

Dreams within Dreams within Dreams within Dreams...  

I had a fun time making this poem, it's kind of a Flat Earth Rap.

You won't
Find me
Lookin' back
Years past
Tears fast
Vast years
Fears last

You don't
See me
Losin' track
Seein' round
Eyes bound
Sound sight
Flat found

You can't
Stop me
Lookin' through
Preachin' truth
Wakin' youth
Sooth sayin'
Bein' sleuth

You aren't
Like me
Stayin' true
Deep thought
Conscience sought
Fought lies
Shills bought

You won't
Trick me
Lookin' fake
I'm Keepin' straight
Divine fate
Great love
Stoppin' hate

You don't
Own me
Flyin' awake
Free and brave
Out the cave
Crave light
Not a slave

You can't
Keep me
Lookin' down
I'll rise
Plane skies
Wise view
Curve lies

You aren't
Foolin' me
Facts resound
Honest screams
Star gleams
Dreams pure
Sun beams

HaiKu of the Day...

Forget Compassion
    Don’t Show Anyone Mercy
         Then Why Are We Here…

The invention of Gravity
The man-made construct of Space
Freemasons on the Moon

HaiKu Of The Day...

In honor of: http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2017-06-29/vaticans-finance-chief-cardinal-pell-charged-multiple-sex-assaults

My Priest Adores Me
      He Fondles My Jewels In Church
             The SWAT Team Is Here…

Many must decide
A Warrior in the garden
Gardner in the war

the haikus are great!
and they are my preferred way
to communicate

(...see what I did there ^)
(get ready for some reading)
HAIKUPOCALYPSE!

evolving onward
perpetually forward
the circle unseen

the mindless don't mind
had they thought to try to know
they would think again

who am I to judge
my perspective wanders far
yet I see the clouds

knowledge of the truth
truth is all that can be known
of what we may feel

what we feel is real
whether we know it though
another story

the circle unseen
most visible though it is
is hard to point out

like defining words
without using any words
hard to write about

war with words wages
wordsmiths awarded wages
for fine weaponry

retaliation
the art of constant failure
has been tried all ways

the machine runs on
poisoned children playing games
fire burning fuel

one must only learn
so much before poison fades
if it fades at all

planes are on a plane
the plan from plane to planet
paralyzes some

wealth would just be health
but for taxation's sickness
we pay quite dearly

the plane's precious plants
cheapest wealth available
returns investment

shall I know myself
both of and for, and alone
who knows I wonder

another day starts
every time so far at least
so I try again