#carpe
La vie est belle comme un jour, il naît, resplendit et s’assombrit.
Mais alors dans la vie quand il ne nous reste qu’un jour, il faut le voir comme une naissance, qui à jamais resplendit.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
La vie est comme une rose, dans toute sa majesté,
La plus belle des choses, qui parfois peut couper.
Pour ne perdre aucun pétale, et vivre intensément,
La rose dans le vase, survivra bien longtemps.
Mais l’eau qui disparaît, les pétales en même temps,
Doit être valorisée, pour pouvoir vivre pleinement
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
I looked at death, my old friend,
My companion and guide to the end.
A glare he passed, a query to send—
"What if, one more day, your life I extend?"
"What could you achieve,
With the boon you receive?
Or would you perceive it a curse—
One more day to wander the earth?"
What could I do?
With time so few.
Whom would I run to?
Whose presence would ring true?
Or shall I not go?
Run, hide—silhouette in shadow?
Then whose darkness would I reside in,
Who would turn the death's tide in?
You tell me to see,
To live, love, and like a bird—flee.
In 24 hours—"What could anyone ever be!?"
A lie, to those who truly see.
My friend, listen to what I say.
No closure could be found in one day.
Don’t mock my answer—this is my way.
Forget hours, even 24 years wouldn’t be enough to Seize The Day!
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
It’s strange on
days like this.
December 30th, 2024.
The temperature reached
60 degrees today.
An ice fisherman
died on the lake.
It’s strange on
days like this,
when winter plays
a charade.
I open the windows
and let the breeze in.
My cats run around the
house, and think it’s
spring.
They wag their
tails and watch the
squirrels hide nuts.
And on strange
days like this,
I look around my
room, at the pictures
on the wall.
Hemingway
Van Gogh
Picasso
and I wonder if
they ever thought that
they would die someday.
I think about it.
It’s hard to envision.
I’m so alive when I
sit in the hot jacuzzi
and watch the bubbles
and steam.
I water the plants,
exercise, and take
vitamins.
I will be gone one day.
The rivers will still
flow and wind, and the clouds
will
float slowly by, and
chocolate will still taste so
sweet.
I wonder if
Vincent, Pablo, or
Earnie ever thought about
the strange tricks the
seasons play on us.
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:07 PM UTC
I watched a young
boy beat his
chest and scream at
the dawn until
the liquid sky drove
him away.
He chased thunder
and
butterflies with the
same enthusiasm;
oozing a lust for
living in his chasm
of youth.
Ten years full of
questions and scabbed
up knees, freckled dreams
running across green fields
and sunlit meadows.
Golden little life,
resting beneath a
willow tree to sip the
sweetness
from the clover and
honeysuckle flowers.
Hours full of pocketknife
afternoons, whittling sticks
into arrows to
shoot at the moon.
And after the rain
oh sweet green youth,
run barefoot with the
wind
toward a sinless
sky.
And live, live
live, for tomorrow
will come with a sigh.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 1:25 PM UTC
Don’t hang your hat on past triumphs
as if the battle is done.
Don’t hide behind them as the lazy would,
saying “I have no need to fight for good,
you see, I’ve already won!”
For past defeats, don’t hang your head.
You are not the man that lost.
He died that day in that clash,
and you were born from that ash
stronger and wiser for the cost.
Do not die full of regret
because you wasted every today.
Move now, and give yourself no slack.
Don’t waste your time looking back.
You aren’t going that way.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
For future foresight
You need philosophy
For short term analysis
You need mathematics
As he future being an object of fear in our premise
We base our notions on falsities
Perhaps, we fear the truth
Or we fear what the truth is behind all the mumbo jumbo
Understanding these things
We can say that from our roles as human beings
To accept the truth
Is to create the story of our lives
Unedited, original and unforgiving to the real version
Let us write our own life in water colors
Let us paint the sky with our skin
The skin will be tainted with golden fire
And our life will be a mere reflection of the heights of achievement
Let us embody our work, as poets
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Death is stalking me.
It watches me play cards,
smoke cigarettes, and
drink beer.
It took my parents, two
brothers, and all my friends.
It got Chris last week.
20 bottles of whiskey in
seven days, I suppose that
would **** anyone.
They found him on the
railroad tracks.
Death is stalking me.
I won't cheat it.
I won't escape it;
but before it gets me,
I bet I finish
this poem.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Fresh new book opens wide and swallows me whole!
Taking time to acclimate I catch my breath,
Focusing as scenes and characters unfold
To instill memories of their length and breadth.
Finishing one book a month is my firm goal
Few subjects considered are out of my depth
Reading encourages to take life in stride-
Back to my book! See you on the other side!
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
and so you sweetly said to me upon the fireside,
"take care my dear, for souls like ours have withered up and died."
and even great romancers of the holy scriptures say,
"take care,
take care,
take care,
take care,
take care and live the day."
I never did believe that I'd retire in the sky
but live my next life in the air, a dainty butterfly
but just in case I pass away and turn back into dust
take care,
take care,
take care,
take care,
I know I really must
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
Life has a funny way
Of driving us almost insane
And pulling back
Just in time
For you to feel ashamed
Sometimes it throws a curve
Causing a momentary swerve
To avoid what we deserve
I watch these people
Trapped
Lost
Clinging to a dream
They know in their hearts
Is gone with the wind
While
All the while
Theres been something good
Waiting in the wings
The world has a funny way
Of making us waste
Away
Never siezing that day
Lie in wait
Just to alleviate
Pain
Because we're all a little broken
A little out spoken
But broken all the same
But.....
I dont want to wait anymore
**** it
This opportunity is knocking
And I'm opening that door
I feel these changes coming
This adventure I adore
And did I mention?
I have a question
Am I also
What you've been looking for?
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Jeg vekker verden for tiden går: våkn opp
Vi kan være borte i morgen: stå opp
Jeg vekker verden, fordi jeg vil gi bort det jeg har,
I morgen kan vi miste den gaven
For hver dag er vi nærmere slutten
Som kan være starten av en ny begynnelse.
Så finn det stedet, din mening, din egen bølge,
Gi bort hjertet, gi bort alt,
Elsk,respekter andre, drøm,
Vær kul, vis verden at du er noen
Dag etter dag, tiden stopper ikke,
Jeg lever og vil oppleve hvert minutt.
Verdens farger i mitt blod,
Folkets **** med morgendagens luft,
Jeg skal vekke dere: Carpe Diem.
Stå opp med ordene på tunga, jeg lever
Fra nå av, ikke fra i morgen, fra nå av,
Har jeg ikke tid til å kaste tiden bort,
Skriv livets manus selv, og visk den aldri ut.
Alle har en vei å gå, alle er noen,
Og med hevet hode bærer de stolt sitt kors,
De kan lære deg å tro, vise deg vei.
Ikke vær redd for å kjempe for tilværelsen,
ikke vær redd for nederlag.
Jeg vekker verden, det er min vei,
Mitt oppdrag, min mening.
Så jeg sier nå til dere alle:
“Opplev hver dag, og bruk din gave.”
Og hvis du tror på kjærlighet,
Sørg for at den er gjensidig,
Sammen stå opp og se alltid samme vei,
Vær sammen til døden skiller dere ad.
DET er gaven.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Again.
before
Consistency
Drowns
e v e r y
foreshadowing,
Grenades
head
Insistently,
Juxtaposed
keenly
‘long
My
Newest
Oath.
Petitions
Quickly
Reveal
Satire
Tucked
Under
V a c a n t,
Withered,
Xysts.
{Youthful
Zeal.}
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
"Can you feel it?
Almost close enough to touch. It's pure potential
And it is only limited by our own crippled souls.
Our willingness to stop advancing.
Fearing change.
Fearing failing.
But forgetting forfeit is also a loss.
We pass on our own destinies,
Choosing to live vicariously through nothing-
Because NOTHING excites us.
NOTHING moves us
NOTHING motivates us
And NOTHING is all we take for ourselves.
Nothing is heavy around our ankles, keeping us as it is...
Can you feel it?
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Daytime is clawing its way into the room
Let's go outside and breathe in the fresh Yorkshire air
Let's detoxify our boozed up brains
Three hungover bodies overlap each other across the bed
All their nausea and fatigue beautifully intertwined
Securely fastening each other's complete lack of drive for the day
What does carpe diem mean anyway?
Just some Latin **** innit
A dead language
It's 9:51am
And I'm sat in the corner
Wondering to myself why on earth do I do this
All the time
Is it fun
I'm sure it used to be
Or was I just boring back then
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
CARPE DIEM!
Like a hockey team,
accomplishing the American dream.
CARPE COLLOQUIUM!
Like Napoleon,
giving a speech to defeat the Mongolian.
CARPE VINUM!
Like a forgotten man's byname,
stumbling aimlessly when it's always been within his brain.
CARPE NOCTEM!
Like a relentless cricket's chirp,
always ready to exhibit pounding energy without limit.
CARPE DIEM!
Seize the day, today,
for yesterday cannot be replayed.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
( Appeared In the Sr. Perspective Lindberg Edition March 2017)
Written by Ann M Johnson
Carpe Diem
Let us treasure today
We are not promised tomorrow
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
Let us dance like there is no tomorrow
Let us do things today instead of
putting it off until tomorrow
Let us cherish the moment
before it rushes away
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
Let us tell our family we love them
Let us call our friends and tell them too
Let us create some memories
and write them down
Let us not take things for granted
Let us not waste today
Let us seize the day: Carpe Diem
My friends, Carpe Diem
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Imagine, for this night, you are the queen of Fairy Tale land.
I, too, am a prince, from Make-Believe kingdom.
From beyond our cocooned proximity,
the night shimmers in, and thickens to a silken thread of moonlight
that the crone will soon spindle into her never-ending story
of billion constellations, both seen and unseen
by naked, desperate novas.
We, entwined, like the roots under a rabid rainforest,
pale as innocence, battering feverishly against the stones for ever afters,
seize Avalon, and reject Camelot.
The canopy of fireflies synchronises in raw euphoria,
a rebel Excalibur.
The wind matures around us.
Tomorrow may be an inevitable notion,
but my queen of Fairy Tale land,
my sword, shield, bow, toothbrush, unicorn,
worn-out copy of The Arabian Nights,
all lay bare before your lion throne.
This world was once a crevice between fire and ice.
Fire and ice run in our veins,
from me to you and back into the realm of drunken faeries,
where the bumblebee heart of the day
is yet to ignite the pomegranate sky.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
1. Lay under the stars with a lover, talking about the meaning of life.
2. Take one risk that may lead to regret, but you’ll at least have a story to tell your children.
3. Fall in love with the wrong person, at least you’ll have learned.
4. Drive along a dirt road after midnight, inhaling the country air and appreciating for just one moment that technology has not yet reached this part of the earth.
5. Go swimming in a lake with nothing but your skin and the sand between your toes.
6. Play your music so loud on a warm summer night that your neighbors scream for you to turn it off.
7. Ride on one upside-down rollercoaster after just eating cotton candy and popcorn.
8. Dye your hair one crazy color and watch it fade, because any color is better than black and white.
9. Stay out until four o’clock in the morning in your friend’s car, hanging your head out of the window and just living.
10. Make memories that will cause a serious case of nostalgia when you’re old and withering from the soft caress of time.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC