"dominus" poems
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.
When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.
When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.
For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
But the glory of the Lord is all in all.
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my eyes, too blind from the light of hell to see
pray for you to choke the blasphemy out of me
ave maria, gratia plena, dominus tecum. benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, iesus. sancta maria, mater dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae
you misread my plea and loosen your holy grip
and more sins spill from my ****** lips
ave maria, gratia plena, dominus tecum. benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, iesus. sancta maria, mater dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae
my tongue is heavy with heresy
but still i babble hypocrisy
ave maria, gratia plena, dominus tecum. benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, iesus. sancta maria, mater dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae
amen
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
Pocketa, pocketa
Christopher B. Behrens
pianist, classical
fell on his assical
shattered his spine
Married his sweetie
Recovered completely
six kids and two keeties
all keep him line
Yacketa, yacketa
Christopher B. Behrens
Loves his Lord Jesus
Who loves us and sees us
Through thick and through thin
Lots sixty pounds of fat
Jumpin' Jehosaphat
Some might think that proves that
he's full of win
Ceteris Paribus
Christopher B. Behrens
Is deeply musical
sometimes confusical
Plays on guitars
To kids at their bedtime
He sings "You're my Sunshine"
And sometimes at nighttime
he smokes a cigar
Hexasyllabically
Christopher B. Behrens
Econ and Business
But software's like Christmas
And work is like play
Deskwise, a Latinist
Cat-In-the-Hatinist
Vobiscum Dominus
Have a nice day.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
Stomach Churning Mankind, Dizzy spells over the Human Race.
I question and turn, "the top of the food chain."
Creators of technology, bringers of pain.
Yet I see small weakening cracks all over their face.
Attention seekers, stalkers and unwanted love,
psychologically misguided, socially excluded.
small secrets and whispers, where one always intruded;
gossip carried into the skies, like feathers light, above.
Ripping at one's defined thought, ruining it with paranoia,
Pushing one's life aside, focusing on obsession,
Wishing nothing but a pair of eyes, some sort of detection;
a heart leading nowhere, lips quivering with question.
Women are 'weak' men are 'pathetic'
children barely bear name aside ignorance.
teenagers with morality that is of absence.
And the old are useless, eyes bearing something synthetic.
I sit here and give myself every insult; I belong to the Genus.
I feel feebleness grip my heart, that is when purpose diminishes.
I question if old power was real; Caesar, and Dominus!
And I realize, "Every story can be made," And that is where thought finishes.
- N.C
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
So is my dog god
as I have ordained
or am I a madman,
absolutely insane?
His birth name is Domino
he picked it himself...
a black and white pit
pup he jumped
on a shelf and
down came the bones
that anointed him so.
Domino Dominus
both names mean
God,
but to me he's
a best friend and
sometimes my dog.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
Christmas Eve mass
The Ave Maria begins to play
Images start to run through my mind
Some of now and some not of this time
Ave Maria
I see the Manger before me with our dear Lord as a babe
It quickly switches to a stranger letting her babe be aborted away
*Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena*
I see our Lord speak of peace
Then see our soldiers defending another's keep
*Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum*
I hear the mortar shells as they fly through the air
I hear our soldiers whisper their prayers
*Benedicta tu in muli eribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris*
I see Jesus take someone in
Only then to see someone not give a second look at the homeless man
*Ventris tuae, Jesus
Ave Maria*
A mother and child searching for shelter
Dressed only in thin clothes in a harsh winter
*Ave Maria
Mater Dei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus*
I see Him hung upon the cross
To now seeing a man beheaded for proclaiming his Christianity is not lost
*Nunc et in hora mortis
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Ave Maria*
The song has now ended and my eyes are wet
The tears I let fall all for remembrance
Lest us not forget
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Christ, religious people are boring,
Just like the nutsos in the street.
Half the time they start me snoring
So I run away in abject defeat,
Because reason can’t get through
A wall of defensive superstition
Which gives us back nothing but
Mumbo jumbo to every question.
If the neighborhood catches fire
It is only but a holy God’s will.
(It would be great we victims had
A place we could send God the bill.)
When innocent children die off
Is that what a loving God wanted?
That "God sees the sparrow" stuff
Gets rather quickly blunted.
What kind of wrathful ********
Lets genocide have a field day
And doesn’t make widespread disasters
Permanently dry up and go away?
If God created all of us people
In his own best saintly image,
He sure must be an ugly sod who
Needs to go back to scrimmage.
If a country had a dictator
As capriciously vicious as him
It would surely trigger worldwide
A call for a God with better whims.
For thousands of years now, it seems
People have been issuing prayers
To some kind of entity at large
That is constantly taking us nowhere.
Maybe it is exactly as possible
That this whole show is erroneous
And the big guy on a cloud is fiction
Made up out of fear and just bogus?
Isn’t this just some cave-dweller dream
To explain what folks found frightening?
Should we be running our world today
By ideas of folks afraid of lightning?
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Dominus misereatur
the nun said to Martha
what's that mean?
Martha said
Lord have mercy
the nun said
so why don't we say that
instead of talking to God
in a dead language?
Martha said
it is the language
of the Church
the nun said
and pointed out
other lines of Latin
to the rest of the class
Martha gazed at the black board
then lifted her eyes
to the huge crucifix
on the wall by the dark
wood boxed clock
there was dust and cobwebs
hanging from the arms
of the Crucified
and particles on
the crown of thorns
about His head
the plaster was aged
and here and there
it was worn through
to unpainted darkness
there was no hair
under His arms
as there was
under her da's arms
when he raised them
in his vest to brush
his receding hair
she mused
the nails had been
hammered into
hands and feet
causing the hands
to curl inwards like *****
exaudi orationem meam
the nun said
a girl raised her hand
what's it mean Sister Paul?
hear my prayer
the nun said
Martha wondered if
the Crucified had
been a Greek
whether he would have
worn a cloth
about his mid-drift
or been stark naked
like some Greek statues were
she'd seen in books
His eyes were half open
looking upwards
His beard had a long
string of cobweb
hanging down
needs cleaning
Martha mused
needs a good wash
she muttered
looking at the clock
tick-tocking beside Him
at half-past ten
and she muttered
a soft Amen.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
You cannot judge me, dear fellow
For I was and am to be
Like the moon, stars and sun in the meadow
Here in the great world of dreams.
Yet when I slept, I saw Him beside me
When I had awaken, I was alone
And when I had died no more
Ego sum dominus fati mei...
Ego sum dominus anima et fati mei...
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Dance with me;
Under this moonlight -
A song hangs prosy,
Through the January air ~
Give me your heart,
Send it to the angels -
Ut benedicta cor meum
Ut novus dominus est scriptor;
Up into the air,
Of our divine night
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
No little script
That I have wrought
Could be so perfect
So tightly fraught
With such tones
and Temperament
With your bones
And subtle inference
Yet there you hum
Whilst I write
To catch a crumb
Of your in-finite
Sing a hallow
Gold, cold refrain
So I may swallow
And remain in-sane
For the aria, my dear
Splays my soul
And such, I fear
Might that, be all
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Sanctus satanas, sanctus Dominus diabolus sabaoth satanas-venire satanas venire Ave, satanas, Ave satanas Tui sunt caeli Ave satanas.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I woke to the morning bell
like one electrified
like a switched on bulb,
quod esset lux copiosa,
a buzzing in my head
as if bees were awoke there
and I woke with them,
Dom Andrew he of large beard
and tonsured head said
it was the way
the room were laid
as drew me
to the abbey
and he died of cancer
years later,
**** these she said
**** for all you're worth
and I did as a greedy child,
bóg jest w twoim sercu
the Polish monk said
by the abbey gardens
as I pulled weeds,
Hugh sour faced
polished the choir stalls
until his face shone
like a blushing bride,
breathe in this air
Dom Joseph said
God's breath is here
amongst us as we talk
and we sat
on the beach in conflab,
enter your ship here
she said into
my tight harbour
and she laughed
and I did too,
the world's thy ship
and not thy home
Therese said,
the smell of incense
as I entered church
lifted me up
from dark doldrums
at dawn's light,
être en paix avec Dieu
the French monk said
as I aided him in the task
of mowing lawns
and side paths,
George my fellow novice
laughed at the size
of the napkins
around our neck
and in our laps
like bedsheets he said,
we can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
the real tragedy of life
is when men are afraid
of the light
Gareth said
quoting Plato,
death and dark
are similar
to the child in man,
locutusque est Dominus
ad me in lucem,
was as if I were deaf or blind
and God knew and blessed,
ship into harbour
with ease and joy
and ***** were a forest
to wade through to joy's gate,
the bells ceased tolling
and the echo evaporated
like drying water
in the sun's heat,
and would have washed
His head and if humble enough
have kissed His feet.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Dearest fair Lilith, impure and horned
The same indeed we both have scorned
For Adam, as well, did not intend to forsake
But your luscious beauty were all it did take
And what of Eve, who could not imagine such sinistry
She got just one taste of you and abandoned her ministry
Dominus Deus above, bearing good tidings and wrath
And Malus Infernus below, with all his pitiful chained
Together they attempted to divert us from this dire path
Yet neither could keep us prisoner against the preordained
So, with bells and umbrellas we skipped straight out of Eden
Hand in hand now we stroll among the bruised and the beaten
Too many souls perished when we were denounced as forbidden
This shall be a lesson to learn not to believe what is written
Now entangled in each other and quite merrily depraved
Lilith and Eve cannot ever be saved...
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Shadow crept into my life one dismal winter’s night
Perverting me with its touch.
They came from the shadows
Formless beings made of hatred,
Of greed.
Without a care they plucked me from my nest
My life
As if I were but a simple pebble from a beach
A memento for their wives.
I was not for their wives, however
But for those of a greater disposition.
Those of antiquated lineage
The founders of our way.
Those with jewels on their fingers,
Flowers in their hair
Perfume floating in the air.
Before long I was swept away
Into a new life of servitude,
One from which there was no escape,
No Sanctuary.
Shackles on my hands,
Lashes on my back
I did their bidding with a smile on my face
To distract me from my pain.
It was no use.
Months floated by
As if my life were but a dream.
The same routine.
Months became years
I was still theirs.
My face still belonged to the back of their hands,
My back to the clap of their whip,
My ribs to the force of their kicks.
No reprieve for a lowlife like me.
I came to accept my life in time.
It was my fault.
The woods were never a place for my kind
The son of a prefect,
The pretty little boy with slaves of his own
Who belonged to him.
Their bodies
Their souls.
Only now do I realise there was no luck involved
In fate’s betrayal of her child
I deserve this
This life of servitude.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Nisi Dominus Frustra
Scant legible tantra
Muscled marbled muse
Adorned, confused
Standing in Massivity
Before us, behind us.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
The black robed monk
closed the huge book
his voice echoed
through the church
disturbing dust
from rafters,
et dixit Dominus
ad me,
Dom Joe found me
in the common room
and said I could come
the following year
so I did and left defeated,
parlare con me in tempi bui
the Italian monk said
that time in the cloister
before Vespers,
place a finger here
she said delve in
my silk purse
and I did
soft as kitten fur,
if every little flower
wanted to be a large rose
spring would lose its loveliness
Therese said
some place I read,
perdu avec à Dieu
the French monk said
as I was cutting the hedge
by the drive leading
to the abbey
and he passing,
she took my pecker
in her hand
and like a snake
charmer charmed,
the incense in the air
after Mass still there
at the office of Sext
and I sniffed it in
like one hooked,
Hugh made from wood
a bookshelf
for the common room
to hold the gifts of books
from guests who left,
George polished
the choir stalls
with yellow duster
and tinned wood polish
and elbow grease,
I wanted to lie
in the bed in my room(cell)
until midday sun
but the bell for Matins
tolled and I rose
at 5am to dawn's
dull light,
ecce ****
and I tried to behold
but my eyes saw
only shadows on walls
and mind caves,
Dom James wanted
to smoke but didn't
but nibble his fingernails
and the incense smoke
a reminder in the air
lingering there.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
C'est le chien de Jean de Nivelle
Qui mord sous l'œil même du guet
Le chat de la mère Michel ;
François-les-bas-bleus s'en égaie.
La Lune à l'écrivain public
Dispense sa lumière obscure
Où Médor avec Angélique
Verdissent sur le pauvre mur.
Et voici venir La Ramée
Sacrant en bon soldat du Roy.
Sous son habit blanc mal famé,
Son cœur ne se tient pas de joie,
Car la boulangère... - Elle ? - Oui dam !
Bernant Lustucru, son vieil homme,
A tantôt couronné sa flamme...
Enfants, Dominus vobiscum !
Place ! en sa longue robe bleue
Toute en satin qui fait frou-frou,
C'est une impure, palsembleu !
Dans sa chaise qu'il faut qu'on loue
Fût-on philosophe ou grigou,
Car tant d'or s'y relève en bosse
Que ce luxe insolent bafoue
Tout le papier de monsieur Loss !
Arrière ! robin crotté ! place,
Petit courtaud, petit abbé,
Petit poète jamais las
De la rime non attrapée !
Voici que la nuit vraie arrive...
Cependant jamais fatigué
D'être inattentif et naïf
François-les-bas-bleus s'en égaie.
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In what order, should I read my Nietzsche
How the **** should I try and reach ya
Try to communicate, accused of tryin to teach ya
Beyond good and evil, now I’m a preacher
Havin’ fun with Friedrich
Sic erat scriptum
Syphilitic reasoning
Dominus vobiscum
Philosophy, Biology doesn’t feature
After all, we’re all despicable creatures
Battery farmed, intent on goodness
All of us failing, except for Jesus
Exercising mind control and thought patrol
What were you trying to teach us?
The purpose is to procreate
No additional features.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC