"maxima" poems
SEASHELLS
Seashells
Humble shells of the sea
Each seems to be still alive and staring at me
In its matchless symmetry-
Like the wondrous beauty of a painting
A tender poem written with poignancy
Not of life’s sorrows but joys
For celebration –each is like a happy Mozartian symphony
Such perfection in a tiny manifestation
Natura in minimis maxima-
The envy of Michelangelo or Da Vinci
Seashells—nature’s glorious gifts by far.
Seashells
Always remind me of happy childhood days
Lucky finds—spotted often in half -buried golden sand
Proudly displayed in a jar---I won every classmate’s praise.
Seashells
Tell of the sea’s unknown stories
Events that had stretched through millions of centuries
When you spot one on the shore, readily
Pick it up as a treasure----contemplate upon its profound mystery.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
This Letter Poem WM is dedicated to Mr. Williamsji Maveli, our Masterpoet.
Why a dedication to him? These initials WM are his names.
Accidentally also the initials of the first name of our Dutch Crown prince Willem-Alexander.
The second initial is of his wife's first name: Máxima.
I want to write also about our Royal Family, since our Queen of the Netherlands Beatrix will abdicate next 30 April 2013 and at the same time Willem-Alexander and his wife will be crowned as King and Queen of the Nederlanden.
Now you know a bit about the Dutch Royal family.
Today Her Majesty Queen Beatrix is still Queen of de Nederlanden till next 30 April 2013.
These humble verse is for you, Williamsji. Please, enjoy!
Thank you for your attention.
Sincerely,
Sylvia Frances Chan.
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This letter W stands for WILLIAMSJI
and the next letter, an M for MAVELI
This W par accidence is also the first letter
of our Crown prince WILLEM-ALEXANDER
on next 30 April WILLEM and his époussée, his wife MAXIMA
will be crowned King and Queen of Neerlandica
Usually our country is called Nederland
the foreigners call it mostly the Netherlands
the tourists a many of them prefer to say Holland
with your permission, this dedication, if I may
can also be used as introduction, what do you say?
WILLIAMSJI is the first name of our masterpoet
he creates poems mostly about sensuality
entwined in beauty, eroticism and love
when you'll read his poetry
you wouldn't see all those I've written about him above
Instead you must use your rational ability
in the lines throughout his verse
you won't find, of course not, all that worse
instead, you will enjoy all the beauty
of his master's talent writing about sensuality
His family name is also beautiful, MAVELI
well known as the masterpoet Williamsji Maveli
both are his true names belonging to Mr. Maveli
this M reminds me of MáXIMA,
Crown prince Willem-Alexander's wife in optima
Now you know why I dedicate this poem to you
your initials are quite the same as Willem and Máxima
WM is Williamsji Maveli the famous poet
WM is also Crown prince Willem-Alexander
and his wife Princess Máxima
Still one thing hasn't been told
today the 27th April is Willem-Alexander's birthday
he has become forty six years old
a good father of three daughters,
all their first names begin with an A
princess Amalia, Alexia and Ariane
their grandma is Her Majesty Queen Beatrix
she will abdicate after three and thirty years of reign
Dear Mr. Williamsji Maheli, our masterpoet
your initials WM are exactly the same as
our Crown prince Willem-Alexander
and his beloved wife Máxima
that's why I present this humble dedication
to you today as a small Dutch presentation
© Sylvia Frances Chan
27th April 1967-2013
Crown prince Willem-Alexander's 46th Birthday
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
hear the song of the innocent
hung upon the cross
for the crime he has not commit
forced to plead guilty
by the precepts of society
whilst the crooked
stood at the base
shedding crocodile tears
eyes holding silent leers
feigning innocence
instigating chaos
taking into their advantage
dividedness, our ignorance.
here, the song of the innocent
nears its end
with his last, a doleful verse
"It is done"
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
Warning!
Don’t read this poem!
It is disgusting!
Hide the kids!
-
Lady of the drains, children of the ****
Have been taking your **** for far too long.
Her once white bridal dress is now brown,
Stained by the **** and **** you flushed down.
Death came from every open window.
Unexpected rain fell down to the streets.
You waited for the weather to carry it all down,
For Venus to take it and cleanse it all underground.
This is how the world ends!
Engulfed by your own tithes and offerings!
The prisoner of Cloaca Maxima!
Is sending every prayer back to the sender!
We are the **** and **** you thought you flushed away!
We are coming back up to drown you today!
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it!
Drowned in your own **** and ****
You caged Venus below your cities,
Punished her with your iniquities.
You thought we were gone when you pulled the handle down,
But we are coming back up and bringing a **** storm
Venus gave us a conscious,
She weaponized us.
All little things add up over time,
Surely you were prepared for this?!
Like the bud of a tossed away cigarette.
You didn’t think much of us then.
The bud hatched open a forest fire.
You are thinking alot about us now.
Trying to build an ark when the flood has already come.
You never learned to swim so you are going drown.
Next time you shouldn’t leave your armbands at home!
You plastic wrap your stink hole,
Hoping not to add more to us.
Your chocolate starfish bursts open,
You’re gonna add more to us.
It all has to come out eventually!
We're coming out of every faucet, pipe, plug hole, shower head and toilet!
***** rising up around you,
Surrounding you,
Covering over you,
Suffocating you!
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it!
Drowned in your own **** and ****
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
Venus of the drains,
Receiver of their prayers and offerings.
Tires of the gifts washed down the streets,
From the city of the rats.
A goddess, prisoner of the rats,
Down in the belly of Cloaca Maxima.
Like the bud of a tossed away cigarette,
They’ve opened a forest fire.
This is how it ends,
Drowned in their own tithes and offerings.
The prisoner of Cloaca Maxima,
Is sending every prayer back to its sender.
Corruption, death and disease,
All flows down in the city of the rats.
When you try to call pest control,
Your blood will fill up the streets,
In the city of the rats.
You are fools, trying to build the ark when the flood has already come.
You never learned how to swim, all you vermin are going to drown.
You are up to your neck,
In your own **** and ****
Out of all the ways to go,
This had to be it!
You thought you were rid of us,
When you pulled the handle down.
All little things add up over time,
We’re coming back up to drown,
The city of the rats!
Venus rises out of Cloaca Maxima.
Rising out of every sewer.
She’s come to deliver,
Every prayer back to its sender.
Venus pull the handle down,
Flush all this **** away.
The only way to get rid of ****
Is to flush it all away.
We are coming out of every faucet,
Pipe, plughole, shower-head and toilet!
Swimming in a flooded landscape,
Eyes, nose and mouth just above it.
We’re rising up,
Venus’ rising up,
***** rising up.
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it,
Drowned in your own **** and ****
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Breathing, am I still here? Why?!
Maldecir! I survived!
I should be gone. Claro esta!
Mi papa, mi mama, lo siento..
Your son is a pendejo.
I am useless. I am weak.
The cenizas and smoke surrounding our home,
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Mis seres queridos, I am repenting.
Algun dia sere el platonico de alguien.
Your niño will be a man.
I shall fight hasta el final!
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
an exercise in trust:
her white nisan maxima speeds down the roadway.
speeding away from my sixty-dollar loan?
speeding away from my repayment?
i say:
check your pockets!
check your purse!
check your wallet!
check between the seats!
there it is.
why am I here anyway?
choose one of the following: (desperation/generosity)
__________
the maxima now wanders aimlessly
through unknown city streets
far from home
on the laziness of pet merchants:
an exercise in trust.
__________
a fib is told, biding for time
two
three
a hundred fibs for the hundred unwary,
an exercise in fate.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Grey insistent rain
is falling on my world.
Sad shriveling old asphalt
shrugs off abandonment
and lies stoic in the cold and wet.
Looking out my window
I see people pass splashing.
Shall I put on my 'winter weeds'
and go amongst them unknown?
Then, as the rain pelts my body,
I can touch my chest and whisper,
"Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa."*
But I am not washed clean.
I walk a lonely mile into the wind.
I see mud, and stark branches
and metallic traffic blurring by
and in my commonness I am invisible.
Suddenly a sob bursts from me
from the depths of my longing
and I look around to be sure no one heard.
But if they did, there's no sign.
I walk on to a park close to my home
and stand against a tall majestic tree.
Its branches enfold me
and keep me from the rain.
The roots are so very deep.
I feel my sadness dwindle to the ground
and I am weak, but my heart's less torn.
The storm inside me, like the storm outside has quelled.
Distracted and confused I make my way home.
I sleep to dream of some fabled sun.
Some other world, some other dimension.
Some other me.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Finger nails clawing at my ****** skin,
A pool of blood
A discarded blade
And just one phrase across my chest
MEA MAXIMA CULPA
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
_Confessor_, I am reborn,
Vain with ash and frankincense;
Absolved of my inverted pleasures,
Reconciled to the morality of suffering.
_Confessor_, I am returned,
Predestined to gravely offend;
Nimbly contrite in my genuflection,
Gracefully weak-kneed in my resolve.
_Confessor_, I am reborn,
Although aged by my discretion;
Examined satisfactorily by my conscience,
Blessedly relieved through your encouragement.
_Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa._
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
Father Stokle bowed his head and softly
struck his chest with his right fist, gently The left side where the heart resides.
Three times rhythmically.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Maxima Culpa.
Mass in Latin.
worlds ago.
That ceremony of contrition rings loudly for
me still. Cant say why.
Translated.
Through my fault.
Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Day passed, can't help my eyes not looking at you for a single time
but there you are sitting in a luminous light, innocent.
full of life, moving uncertain.
excitement crawls through my body
wanting to speak the unspoken words.
There, we're both standing in the middle, strange I couldn't speak.
Yea, we might not speak
during the day.
But in that night,
you infiltrate my thoughts
sporadically throughout the day
and haunt my dreams
occasionally throughout the night.
Funny how
it used to be
so comforting
talking to you at night.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
mea maxima culpa:
i am so much
like a breadbox born.
bowing over time, as things do get
stale, my cracks christening
unwitting loaves with light
already risen.
i hear the newer ones
come with their own condiments
and an irredeemable crust.
the bread, I mean.
They don’t make we
breadboxes anymore.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Fields full of spring;
mea maxima tulpa.
April in Holland.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
*Since youl left me baby
I drink too much
I dont eat enough
I hardly sleep at all
my phone in my hand
I write long sad text to you
and never hit send.
It keeps my shaking hands busy.
looking at my ceiling
its like a movie screeen
I play videos of the other us.
who did not fight drink wine
and hurl insults like grenades.
theres you serene and beautiful
me with a neat haircut
Hey I am holding our baby.
it fades and just the noise
from a police car siren screams
in the inner city street.
I light a cigarette.
the smoke cools my mood.
I am empty and desolate
I want to pray to a god
to turm me into the dude in the
ceiling video.
but he doesent hear me.
in the morning
I look into the mirror
over the bathroom sink.
I want to blame you
For the delipadeted wreck
that stares back at me
look at that he has tears
Streaming down his face.
I cant blame you
as hard as I try.
It was my fault.
only mine.
Mea culpa....Mea maxima culpa
(my fault..my most grievous fault)*9
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Our fingers pluck the Sun's watery rays
Our ears glean rippling flam
Our salt infused nose breathes the accolade
Our eyes know no maxima
Our toes caressed by raining kelp
Our hesitations entering chromatic depths
Ourn Hash tag # to step to greatness
Our nuances trampling neckly disquiet
Ourie caesura becalmed
Ours to start swimming
Our mind surfs the trills
Ourselves at one with the sea
Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 6:55 AM UTC
Confiteor Deo omnipotenti.
The old monk black robed
moved side to side down
the cloister a wrecked ship
in the high seas of his age
as the bell tolled for Lauds.
Et vobis fratres and come
she said bring me your soft
spoils bring me to my highest
heaven so I did. Without free
will there can be no sin or
virtue without free will you
are free of all responsibilities
Dom Thomas said to us. Quia
peccavi nimis the young monk
confessed. Belltower seen
above trees from the roadside
and heard further afield than that.
George and I pulling the bells
as we shown the day before.
Cogitatione verbo et opere
et omissione I said in my inner
darkness. Dom Charles twisted
the apple just so and said that
is how it is done.Mea culpa mea
culpa mea maxima culpa having
free will is to be culpable from the
beginning and having free will is
necessary factor for any sinning.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC