"brevis" poems
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
[The title translates, from the Latin, as
'The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long'
and is from a work by Horace]
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Aurora borealis,
aurora australis.
Mare nostrum,
sub silentio,
sub secreto,
ad libitur,
as infinitum.
Ira furor brevis est,
amor suo iure.
Memento vivere,
in dubio,
in dolorosa,
in posse,
in nubibus,
in pace,
in spiritu et veritate,
in pleno,
nvne avt nvnquam,
ad vitam aeternam.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 1:28 AM UTC
“Art washes away,
from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
No more pain, stress or strife.
“Have no fear of perfection,
you'll never reach it.”
So don't ever throw a fit.
“I saw the angel in the marble,
and carved until I set him free."
Amazed by what beauty could come from me.
"Art is not a thing;
it is a way."
So carpe diem... seize the day.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
In the
begin
ing I’ve
been
telling you that I am
not playing games any
more. I am older and wi
ser because I have my ex
perience to boast, my vita
brevis to flaunt. But like all
things, change happened as
I succumbed to your own con
ditions. I have been a mons
ter because of love. Someth
ing that I was not and never
thought I will be. But here I
am. I really am thinking no
w how to resolve this iss
ue. Just promise me that
you will do everything to
change. That will suffice.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
When she walks into your kitchen crying,
put down your half scrubbed ***
turn off the faucet,
wipe the water off of your hands with a white dish towel.
Like her eyes are trying to dry themselves on her pale cheeks.
You wrap your arms around her
and let her cry into your hair.
You feel like a mother
comforting a child who has just lost their favorite stuffed toy.
Her grandfather just passed away,
and this is the first time she has left her house since that night.
The night she couldn't drive fast enough to say goodbye.
You don't wipe the tear from her jaw line.
You're afraid your water wrinkled fingers
will remind her
of him.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
Don't know where she came from
nor about her torrid path
Sunshine and butterflies
told me this is the one mac
Ars longa, vita brevis
Art is long life is short/sweet
The marching bands are back
promoting fighting in the streets
She's a life-changer
life-changer
She's a life-changer
life changer
As caterpillars died off fast
and darkness soon filled in
I needed someone to reflect
that way I felt with-in
I know she'll pass this way again
and hope and pray 'till then
for another pretty girl
just sending me to heaven
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Illusions, surreal as they come;
Embraced a newfangled tangent;
When he strode in like a lightning,
And eluded like a star so distant.
The time with him around,
Have become fragments of me.
Manifesting into little chunks,
And etched in doting memory.
Prayers fail me even as I vainly try
To seize that moment of bliss
While I watch him in rapture
Let myself want to passionately kiss
I have a confession to make, I am
Guilty of an unblemished sensation!
Of adoration, desire and superlative love
A feeling so poignant I felt with none
I want to clinch it and make it my own
But I must be a fool to cage the breeze
So I will seek solace in my musing
By writing ballads like these!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Life is short
like a dream,
like juvenile fit of laughter
flying away from the lips.
Short and dumb.
Full of invitations,
insinuations, and desire.
It is a short wealth
of blood and pleasure
beating in the veins.
It is growing bliss
and bountiful pain.
Silence,
cyclical time,
will.
It is the pursue of love
and to continue,
persistent,
until you behold
the abyss.
Life is short
like a dream
and death is long
as an awakening.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Art is long and life is short
So paint your voice and draw your nerve.
If your sound cannot be heard
close your eyes and feel the words.
From within a noise will grow
Upon your skin it's waves will show.
A map of a lifetime for all to see
Just a stitch in the fabric of eternity.
There's never the time to say what's wrong
So paint it down and make it strong.
Sing it out loud if that's what feels right
Do it right now, feel the delight.
Life is short and art is long
So dance your life and live your song.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
conFusion
emotions RUN rampant
inDeCision
like the path of moonSoon windS
screams, Yells and cries
Music in discoRd
fear aLL around
elepHants traMple on grasses
grasses, NOWHERE to hide
young plead with old
OLD PLEAD WITH DEATH
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Life is short vita brevis
You gotta make do w/what you got
No sense worrying about the pain
When you spent all those years
figuring out which pills or nutrients
Worked best for you on a humid day
Some can make it all go away
Other things could make it last/stay
So glad remembering ing you
And I fought in wars too
Just yesterday you were the high school school girl
And I was learning 'bout new stuff
And other things got in the way
But I believe in miracles
It's not easy living w/broken parts
After fifty years of broken hearts
When will I mend my broken heart
When I'm living w/broken parts
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Lovely flowers shall wither much too soon for you my darling! I can sing in only runes near your broken corpse sewn effigy and I will steal the energy from that place that I was meant to burn.
So please my love do not rest for me.
And i will sew a t h o u s a n d dolls only to bring to me your last lilac smile,
Yet only you whisper those ever dreaded words.
“Ars longa, vita brevis”
So i can fake a dandy laugh
At least I can give you that.
Oh! The last of my fears lie stainless and dormant, with the tears that would stain your neck
Yet “ad astra aspera”
And no matter how much your body will crack your sage blue lips, forever you'll be with your coal black eyes until our lullabye turns to a cry.
So I shall wait with deprived rest.
Dripping heads,
Frozen fingers,
P u r p l e l i p s!!
All the singing monitors and drippings bags turn pale and silent next to what your hands had told me by nightfall, oh baby hold me before i sleep despite all the holes in my feet. With faces and fingers that drip with salt
With jarring moans that echo not but
L I V E!!
And oh if it could be that these four walls could speak. They would stay in such mournful silence for all the death that they've been borne to hold.
OH! So I weep for these four battered walls!!
And i can still hear your cursed breaths jumping through the halls
And every single inhale delves in fear of being last.
I wonder if darling witch breath will halt to an end.
And dancing darling to your deathbed, I ask that slowly witch you dread.
For what are to be letters you'll sing when at last you are to end.
Then you breathe my name! You hold my hand and oh!!how it feels until i look at you with melting zeal!
...to see I was your last.
For darling, now that you are dead.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
while still a teen, the Bard of Avon wed
the mother of his too-untimely child
to whom--in death--he left his less-loved bed
in memory of their days young, and wild
if with maturity they'd grown apart
inevitably, she--at least--got hurt
the poet so attuned to pluck the heart-
strings spent his time in London chasing skirt
for English poets, he still sets the mark
but whom he's wooing isn't ever clear
the sonnets idolize a lady dark
whom--second to his Muse--he holds most dear
they're all long dead, yet still his art remains
evoking timeless joys, and loves, and pains
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Everyone has had
their say
enough--no more-
goodbye is the final word
as we silently walk away.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
I wish not
to contend
it's a sign
of inner weakness
to bend
towards that which
is indulged by those
in discontent
rather in my silent way
learn to strengthen
my zeal to live
to life's beauty
my heart to lend
vita brevis
tempus fugit
carpe diem
at dawn the flowers blow
at night they weep
the hours are lent
for but a while
too soon does end
the sweetest smile
I should learn
to understand
as I stand
on shifting sand
the tide will rise
to wash away
all that's on the strand
I'll be left
staring at the faraway sea
wondering its whereabout
and where it would end.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC