"idem" poems
sitting here in the cusp
of a greedy world
where each seeks something
only for own good,
i would rather have
a bouquet of goodies for
me and my folks
particularly as the new year begins,
i look back at the cosmic awareness
of knowledge seeking
ancient brahmins,
and get amazed at
the altruist spirit and
sense of renunciation, they
made a common daily practice,
that rang loud in chants
during elaborate rituals
of fire sacrifice
in ancient times.
one by one, putting an enormous collection of
offerings ; butter,variety
of sacred wood, flowers,herbs and grains
in to flames, with the accompaniment of
chants of benediction and good thoughts,
in unison, each one asserted in chaste Sanskrit:
"This is not for me"
"idem na mama"
with each offering.
the Gods could have any reason,
not to accept those offerings,
given away with purest of intensions,
that changed the ionic configuration
of the atmosphere, more beneficial to humans
by changing air, land and water, pure
and full of life force.
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
Luna (Latine Lunae) est terrae sola naturalis satellite. [E] [F] [VIII] licet non amet naturalis satellitis in Systemate Solare est, inter satellites maioribus signis maxima quod ad magnitudinem orbes obiecti (primarium) [g] [a] et post Io satellite Jovis, qui est secundus densa inter densitates satellite cognoscuntur.
Luna est in vna *** orbem terrarum, et semper, et faciens facies, *** cis insignis, quae per tenebras inter maria volcanus editis clarus, et veteri crusta impactus crateres prominent. Est enim post solem in coelo et immutari. Quanquam autem id candidissimam, obscurus etiam superficie *** bitumen reflectance fessis tantum leviter superior. Huius temporibus perquam cyclus regularem habere in coelo, quia antiquitus in luna lingua maximus culturae opes, fastos artis fabularis. Producit vim gravitatis luna dies et tempora et levi freta. Nunc de orbita lunae distantia diameter vicibus terra in caelum facit ut fere idem sit qui apparet Solis. Nempe per id fere totum solem lunam eclipsin solis tegere. Hoc simile est de magnitudine visuali fortuitum apparens. Lunaris a terra distantiae lineae sit amet, crescens ad rate of 3,82 ± 0,07 mm per annum, id est, non tamen semper. [IX]
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
n leas of dying daisy's
he lies upon the backs
of those he lays
the lies like upturned bricks
thick with spittle
and coming mud
he muddles through each splotchy patch
as if it is his idem
everlasting
last
coiled he reels
reeking in wait
for his unappealing
stiffened snake
insipid wretch
with rusted wrench
his shrivelled tools
a cake with stench
each loose lewd *****
is one more lent
to the putrid pool
of polliwogs and salamanders
spent drenched in his capsized
boats of ill demise
he criticises truth and lies
again the pain is gnarled around his pen
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
So many loving words have been told
so much fantasy has been sold
to the most beloved of mine
to my only darling thine
not the darling of three years ago
this one I just met him
he saw, he came
and filled my cup to the brim
he just chose me, I remained the same
he was like a stargazer
idem-ditto a fire blazer
that one and that only I gaze
all time set me ablaze
not the lover of three years ago
he's one beau as I above said
believe me, though so
he is my only loved one who never makes me mad
for now
how much as many I get
it is oft too few the fun I bet
since his ever romantic songs
he treated the kilometers not his bed
it was not right but very wrong so I got mad
love across the miles
thousands of kilometers away
much fun you see
so many hugs, so many kisses his way
so much care and love to stay
anyway
these are my honest words
they have not gone astray
I present these on a tray
my only game of the day
not only in summer or in the hay
but through all seasons each day
my only soliloquy
oh yeah it's really me
the words on my tray so clear
if I may
every month every year
so far and yet so near
so fresh as morning dew
so overloaded
so much and yet so few....
© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Tuesday 18th November 2014
@6.56 hrs a.m. Morn Dew
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Scio hunc non
Scio quod durum
quid per illa verba in occulto
et optima sunt
Non *** Latino
haec sunt idem
Im 'non boken
posuerunt in monumento
Non sum abierunt
ego autem mortuus sum,
capti a verbis victima
in caput meum
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
item
it
list
****
it
is
over
and
over
again
gain
nothing
no thing
idem
mentality
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC