"alighieri" poems
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born.
Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of strife.
Eccovi!
Judge ye!
Have I dug him up again?
The scene is at his castle, Altaforte. “Papiols” is his jongleur.
“The Leopard,” the device of Richard Coeur de Lion.
I
**** it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let’s to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.
II
In hot summer I have great rejoicing
When the tempests **** the earth’s foul peace,
And the lightning from black heav’n flash crimson,
And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing,
And through all the riven skies God’s swords clash.
III
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing,
Spiked breast to spiked breat opposing!
Better one hour’s stour than a year’s peace
With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music!
Bah! there’s no wine like the blood’s crimson!
IV
And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music
When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His long might ‘gainst all darkness opposing.
V
The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth’s won and the swords clash
For the death of such ***** I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
VI
Papiols, Papiols, to the music!
There’s no sound like to swords swords opposing,
No cry like the battle’s rejoicing
When our elbows and swords drip the crimson
And our charges ‘gainst “The Leopard’s” rush clash.
May God **** for ever all who cry “Peace!”
VII
And let the music of the swords make them crimson!
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
Hell blot black for always the thought “Peace!”
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“Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain”
- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Clawing at the cages of this most abdominal confine,
The twisted pulp of bitterness and confusion screams.
Upstairs lies consumed, engulfed in the comfort of self-obsession,
Whilst the walls shake and collapse with the splendour of Jericho passed.
The corruption of the temple is absolute.
Though, the officiousness of the disguise is haunting;
None put forth to rid this virus of the domain-
For it is allowed to fester. Curious be the work of the Despoiled.
Just as Lucifer: son of the morning,
We are misguided into the obsession of control;
For there is none to hurl us into this accursed damnation
Except for the selves.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
I swear I really want to write one.
I come up with a few great ideas,
formulate them into my creative mind,
then when I go to pen them
into an epic,
they end up much shorter.
Like, what would Virgil say?
Lord Byron would certainly cringe
at my bits and pieces of written word.
Alighieri & Milton would probably
laugh their arses off,
Ovid snicker & what about Homer?
I swear I really want to write one.
An epic like The Divine Comedy,
perhaps a slice of Don Juan,
a bit of Beowulf,
some Odyssey?
I wish I could find
some Paradise Lost,
a piece of the Illiad,
I pray for a Metamorphoses!
I swear I really want to write one!
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
I do believe it was Sun Tzu who said: "The greatest victory, is that which requires no battle." But if there is no battle then how can a victor exists? If there is no battle then defeat cannot be, and without loss there can be no win. It is a shame, yet truthful none the less.
Gandhi spoke: "An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind." But surely there would be one eye remaining, unless the blind could lead the seeing into darkness, would you willingly ***** the final flame? I think not, for it is the light that must guide our path an that one eye must dutifully lead the blind to ascension.
Alighieri claimed: "The Devil is not as black as he is painted..." Yet I'd been under the impression that the Devil's crimson was that of legend, and even his blackened soul runs red with guilty blood. But let us be honest, given the company Satan must keep in hell, could any of us cope any better? I myself would become a vile shell of a spirit, desperately reaching out to those pure few to taint them with miserable truth.
Three great men, each considered to be a master of his time and chosen art, whether it be war, peace or poetry. One real lesson can be learned: a blessed man can take a situation, truest only in their own mind, and make it a universal opinion. Eloquently put, a lie can become a truth, a dream can become a memory and an opinion can become fact.
With that in mind I close, perhaps not as eloquently as a great man, with this:
We shall never know peace without war, we shall not grasp joy without sorrow nor victory without defeat; but maybe, just maybe. We shall know ourselves without first knowing another.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Dante Alighieri 1308:midway upon the journey of our life i found myself within a forest
Dark,for the straight forward path had been lost
Dante: 3rd canto
Gate of hell:abandon faith ye all who enters
Here
Hell
Once revered as angels
Now feared as demons
Once bowed upon
Now scorned and looked down upon
A paradise of lost souls
Heathen,heretics and pagans
Frozen screams amid fiery fire
Searing heat upon all cold hearts
Who defied heavens defends their
Breath in hades
Who never heeds repay their wrong deeds
For the escape from hell is sealed
For whom sealed their fate
The underworld awaits with hate
Saturated in sins
Evil ever since
Time immemorial dwells
In their deepest recess
A special place awaits
Baring its fangs ready to
Devour their soulless flesh
For the darkness in their heart
Can only be lit by hell fire
Those dead inside will be woken
By pain
No escape from hell
Abandon all hope
For eternal misery you will *****
Seeking redemption
That you avoided as plague
When alive
No laughter but cries,groan and screams
Dry patched faces where no tears streams
Hell is like undisturbed dream
Full of fear and grimm
So ye all who enters the gates of hell
Abandon any hope of stirring from
This nightmare
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
250 squats is more than 250 steps... as i said before, with god dead the dietician is deemed respectable as topic of every conversation.
raffaello baldini
dante alighieri
umberto fiori franco buffoni
milo de angelis,
none sing
a ciao bella! not one;
bleaching is the process
of cultural invigoration residing with only
one ***** donation; oh hell, raise one
up yourself - i can't be bothered,
i just ate a pâté & meat with fat sandwich,
am i to hit the treadmill? i don't think so...
but i know you are;
i was never going to be a Japanese tourist,
i.e. a pensioner.
otherwise in England: mind the personal space,
mind the personal space... don't touch me! don't touch me!
mind the personal space... you're not the narrator,
don't enter my personal space! don't touch me!
Jane Austen neurosis... mind the personal space...
don't dare touch me!
fine... fine fine fine, the rolling hills of Yorkshire
and ************ was inspiration for
Herr Roach Hair in Ashtray -
the countryside girls became such a bore
when they entered urban environments,
all the adventures prior became one hour engagements
in terms of ******* the adventures
of homily... make a nag nag nag blah remark...
a n'ah n'ah n'ah nagging gesture...
queen's wave... whatever that means,
Elisabeth the Second
became disgruntled at having
the clock and bridge named after her
but no Shakespeare to parallel her reign,
only the dumbing down to mind, hookah hooray!
Charlie's waiting to tie the knots for his Lawrence
escapades into Arabia.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
They say we'd burn equal to what we've burnt
In 9 circles of hell
Of being non-baptized to treachery
They say we'll suffer (from their greatest imagination)
But did the omniscient God know this will happen to me
But can the omnipotent God control and not be punishable
For they said, He is the most powerful in the entire
"Fear not Hell, for if it exists, you shall find yourself in a good company."
Many men will suffer in hell for not believing in such existence
From ancient walkers to modern tribes believing other gods
Good non-believers who have helped more than the believers
The scientists and philosophers who answered and invented good
(What if they invent aircon, instead)
And you know, the baddest people will burn with us
There may be those who are wicked or hold good ideals
And the devil who punishes among us will understand
Together we all understand the pain from the heaven
Understanding each other, why do we have to suffer for eternity
When they were still alive, they were able to change
Humans can change, metanoia
Why not in Hell? For the punishments too great to bear
Shall make sufferers change and realize they have done wrong
This Hell is complicated, what about in Heaven?
Heaven, so easy to understand because it offers only eternal bliss
Unlike Hell where you can only imagine fear
Just because of the fear people make
Didn't they know, the pope and people got it in 14th century
From the works of Dante Alighieri
Increasing the baptized population because of fear
Of Hell where we sinners will burn
So complicated
So fairy tale
I shall end it without a fear
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
He did not crow
For cooler coals or
Shorter flames.
To him, murderer's row
Was but a lifeline knit
From Virgil's careless brow.
Little did he know
That purgatory's final blow
Was covered in snow.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
*a storm is coming.
well, yeah, the earth isn't flat... the rainbow's curvature |) should have made that clear to the ancients, if the earth was flat, the rainbow would have to be a / curved line setting off toward infinity... just like the curvature of the foot, with the right hand impressing itself on the left foot, revealing the following: Γ( - so yes, i'm walking on a curve.*
and only today, i managed to clearly see
how two rainbows appear on the sky,
and there are always two...
although the outer rainbow is much fainter,
and at best, spotted, when wearing sunglasses;
but the winds are raging,
the trees are in a state of frenzied panic,
head-banging as if at a metal concert...
but what's interesting is that,
as the more prominent rainbow of the leprechauns
begins:
violet blue green yellow orange red -
moving from the bottom,
and then up -
the pixies' rainbow that's
fainter, begins in reverse:
moving from the bottom up -
red orange yellow green blue violet,
i never managed to spot this, until today...
and yes, newton explained this (i hope)...
as popularißed by voltaire;
and as infamously as can be cited,
voltaire doesn't mention an apple on newton's
head in the principle text it was supposed to
derived from, i.e. the elements of newton's philosophy,
read the **** book... there's no apple metaphor
to be found in it! once again,
the fruit of one's labours,
being an apple... ah... perfect,
the serpent tempting, and the worm inside
the apple;
talk about something beyond the body of christ...
the talk of the serpent as wine,
and the worm inside the apple as bread;
even dante alighieri couldn't think this one up;
but of course, i'd alway side with milton;
oh yeah... talk of millenials and harry potter...
sorry, didn't read a single book...
read of another warlock though...
marlowe's faust... in dover, in less than an hour,
bought the book, and then went back
to the bookstore and donated (rather than asking
for my money) (it) back.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Consider your origins:
you were not made to live as brutes,
but to follow virtue
and knowledge.
Dante Alighieri
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 7:46 PM UTC
there's another circle, dante—
it's the tenth and it's the worst
in which the ****** fall into its cavern
of gelid black of no ends
where likelihood of stopping is none
and darkness just stretches
wider
deeper
farther
darker
there is a tenth circle, dante
and it's the darkest
and the coldest
and it's called
h u m a n m i n d.
—chippy
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC