"ingenium" poems
Tantum tempus temporis
quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit;
ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est.
Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt.
In alia aetate mundum certe rexit
vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est
qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit.
**** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum
Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit.
Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare;
habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat.
Viam cepi aviam
qua celeres non superant;
dignis praemia sunt
qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt.
Hospes solus me docere potuit
praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari
et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente.
Nisi duo homines in mansionem,
Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant,
proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet.
Mundus deleretur ea nocte
sed meae amicae aequum esset;
illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem.
Meridiano me promoveo
adhuc in obscura parte viae;
in angustos corruere
et constans manere non possum.
Alius mea ore dicit
sed solum meo animo audit,
calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci
quibus tamen careo.
Ego et ego
In creatione quo ingenium alicuius
nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit.
Ego et ego
unus alteri dicit nullus et videre
imaginem meum et vivere possit.
From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
I have not a Chip
My heart tends to beat Skip
Bitten lower lip Quivers
Shaken bow Sharp Arrows
Archer Aimed Deadshot Insane
Sadness seams ripped to Smiles I Delivered
None the less soul shook to shiver
Sharpen up that attitude
For briefest of care for the endless brood
I do have some cracks
Spackle specked front to back
Sorrow shallowly sunk skin deep
Toddler to Teen to Twenty-nineteen
Tirelessly testing Me
Broken Little Pieces
Have indeed befallen Me
But Here is the Trick to Treat
My Broken Little Pieces
Like Stem Cells
Not to be rid of
Instead held aside
to review
to reflect
For a Better You
Lies within even the Broken View
So Cracked, Chipped, or Broken
These are the Ingenium Gems Unspoken
Pressure Pressed, Stress and all the Mess
We Push, Plead, FIGHT aloud
Broken Little Pieces
Mine Make Me Proud
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
The word of the day is: Ingenious
– cleverly inventive or resourceful
Sometimes I’ll look at a word and I’ll think
“Oh, that’s ingenious”
Already melancholy in mourning
over having forgotten it
Honking once while I’m blasting it
– windows down, repeat on –
merely flying right past it
with a speed that surpasses free recall
I’ll throw my hand out too late;
out of reach and can’t grasp it
Both feet pressing down as if shattered
by gravity, post peak pride-time free fall
I wish to be and be in its temperamental casket
That ingenium, a supreme state of being
I won’t ever work for but still
I envision I’ll catch it
As if a permanent sickness
rather than self-authored static
As if I blink out a prayer; stick my hand out; am lucky; and still living
Until I’m suddenly clasping it
All I’ve ever desired
And all I had to do was ask for it
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC