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Romaisa Abbas May 17
Thank you for staying strong
Thank you for letting me be me
To self; Thank you afterall.
The haiku's for the sake of posting, my main concern lies here.

Could you share the title of your favorite book, or perhaps, your favorite author or poet?

I'm just looking for some interesting stuff to read!


And so, thank you to you too!😊
NOVELTIES
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their ****** for exotic positions.

This is my translation of a Latin epigram by the English poet Thomas Campion. In Campion’s era some English poets continued to write poems in Latin and/or Greek. For instance, John Milton and Andrew Marvell wrote poems in Latin, while Shakespeare was criticized by Ben Jonson, if I remember things correctly, for having “little” Greek and Latin.

Not being “versed” in the senior languages was seen as a deficiency in literary circles back then. Shakespeare was called an “upstart crow” for daring to write “litter-chure” without a proper university degree. How could he properly quote the ancients if he couldn’t read them in their original languages? The Bard of Avon was doomed to failure and obscurity … or perhaps not, since the English language was finally in vogue in England (where for centuries English kings had been unable to read, write or even speak the mother tongue, preferring French, Latin and Greek).

My title is a bit of a pun, because novels were new to the world when they first arrived, and were thus considered by the literary elites to be “novelties” not on par with more serious verse plays. Some of the more popular early novels were “subversive” (pardon the pun) explorations of ****** naughtiness, through characters like Tom Jones, Moll Flanders, et al.

Campion probably didn’t have such campy (enough with the puns, already!) novels in mind when he wrote his epigram, since the more titillating (cease! desist!) ones had yet to arrive. But perhaps he would prove to be a “profit” (I’m udderly hopeless!).

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Novelties
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their ****** for exotic positions.

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Original Latin text:

IN LIBRARIOS
by Thomas Campion

Impressionum plurium librum laudat
Librarius; scortum nec non minus leno.

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Eyithen May 2019
Dear authors and poets,
                      With works that inspire and bring tears,
                       Do you intend the interpretation?
                       Do you mean what we think?
                       Or do you simply write and let us make-up what we
                       Want to see? What we need to hear?
                       We are taught be scholars the deeper meanings,
                       Metaphors, and life lessons.
                       We give you so much notoriety and acclamation.
                       Is it deserved?
                       Maybe it is maybe it's not.
                       We may never know.
                                                   Sincerely,
                                                                 An aspiring writer
I have always wondered. Do authors intend for their work to be as deep and meaningful as we have learned?
Rizna M Rameez May 2018
A soul borne of the world’s wisest philosophies
Racking his brains for mighty catastrophes
Pouring to the world it’s herbal remedies
Healing the world through words not melodies

Striving through strife these social services
They share the world its foundation in crevices
The exotic sense of understand in clipses
Comes to the mind of readers’ eclipses

Like sun and moon meets sky at tide
The lessons they teach the universe at wide
The lone wolf howls respect for these sages
They work day and night, never for wages

So take off your hats, take in what you hear
They’ll tell you of how, to overcome your fear
Don’t defy their truths, your arising is near
So all hail, and more, the words of these seers.
14.11.2017
Seanathon Jan 2018
A million years at least would take
To read them all
Front to back and over again
And yet
If an author paid for every word
It would bankrupt them
Over and over again

Who knows how many they've uttered in darkness?
The mind and mindless penmanship
Just try and count your own thoughts sometime
Damian Murphy Jan 2018
It took me many years to see the light,
To realise that I was born to write.
From the first time I put pen to paper
I knew there was nothing I loved greater.
I write for myself, to fulfil a need,
Words that I know others may never read.
Though for no greater joy could I have wished
Than that which I felt when I was published.
CooLen Oct 2017
We are forever authors till we're not.
We write every constant and every vowel, every verb and every noun, every tick and every tock.
Every moment of every day to the second.
A self published autobiographical series entitled anticipation.
Some chapters are longer than others.
Some filled with triumph and perseverance while others may be drowning in disappointment but no matter what happens we write.
Footnotes at the bottom of every page pushing into the next; formulating the action on the next page even the next chapter.
The only problem is, we don't know what we're writing. It'd be easy if our actions alone fueled every moment and decision in our lives but that's not the case. Rarely do we forge history.
For the most part, we react to it.
We can only reflect on what was written after the ink dries on the page; hoping that we live long enough to author our own endings.
Hoping that someone would read our books and see them as inspiration instead of a cautionary tale. Praying we at least get to finish.
You don't want to be the one whose....
Ilunga Mutombo Oct 2017
Know that your written words echo in my soul
They touch my heart and never let go
Leaving fingerprints
evidence that you moved my heart and exposed my deepest emotions
Thank you for sharing your passion
Through your passion I found a voice in my silence, knowing that you have spoken
I need your words like a heartbeat
I pray to never stop breathing
as long as you keep writing
Damian Murphy Aug 2017
One more letter of rejection!
Disappointment and dejection!
Though many of such I receive
I still continue to believe!

I write because I feel a need,
(As vital as the need to breathe)
Words that others may never read;
Though just by writing I succeed!
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