"nec" poems
mighty mighty miners
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency
mighty mighty houses
might end up empty
for fake fortune
for a drop of wine
for a speck of grain
for fake fortune
nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financiers
will you be their paraplegic dancers
you've got nothing to lose
just a shield of children
wielding weapons
no one knows how to use
mighty mighty miners
mine on empty
too much vacancy
in a heart of cryptocurrency
all one person
all one horsemen
all fake fortune
all one horsemen
wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand
mighty mighty houses built upon sand
because every time jeff eats an iguana,
he's got the whole free market in his hands.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
I miss you the most in
the middle of the night
when the o n l y thing
that is able to consume
me is the memory of
your lip stains on my
chest and the darkness
surrounding ; the only
thing that is keeping us
con-nec-ted seems to be
the stars, darling. And
they're close to burning
out.
gd
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
I’m indebted to the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, 4th Edition 1996
**Ab Imo Pectore
A**b imo pectore,
Blandae mendacia linguae,
Cadit quaestio,
Desunt cetera.
E*st modus in rebus.
Faber est quisque fortunae suae,
Gigni de nihilo nihilum, in nihilum nil posse reverti.
Hic finis fandi,
Interdum stultus bene loquitur?
Jacta interdum est alea,
Labuntur et imputantur.
Magni nominis umbra,
Nec scire fas est omnia,
Omne crede diem tibi diluxisse supremun,
Pallida mors aequo pulsat pauperum tabernas regumque turres;
Quid rides, mutato nominee de te fibula narrator,
Res ipsa loquitur.
Solvitur ambulando…
Tempora mutantur, nos et matamur in illis.
Urbi et orbi,
Vestigia nulla retrorsum.*
From The Bottom Of The Heart
From the bottom of the heart, the falsehoods of a smooth tongue,
The question drops, the rest is wanting.
There is a balance in all things, every man is the creator of his own fate.
From nothing, nothing can come, into nothing, nothing can return.
Let there be an end to talking, for who can tell when a fool speaks the truth?
The die is sometimes already cast,
A moment comes and goes, and is laid to our account.
From the smallest shadow to the mightiest name,
No one can claim to know all things,
I believe that every day that dawns may be my last,
Pale death knocks impartially at both poor and rich men’s houses;
Don’t laugh, change the name and the story is yours,
It’s so obvious, it speaks for itself.
As the concept of motion is proven by walking…
So in time all things change, as we must, in time, all change.
And to all the world,
There’s no turning back.
Ab Imo Pectore / From The Bottom Of The Heart
Ab imo pectore,
From the bottom of the heart,
Blandae mendacia linguae,
The falsehoods of a smooth tongue,
Cadit quaestio,
The question drops,
Desunt cetera.
The rest is found wanting.
Est modus in rebus,
There is a balance in all things,
Faber est quisque fortunae suae.
Every man is the creator of his own fate.
Gigni de nihilo nihilum, in nihilum nil posse reverti.
From nothing, nothing can come, into nothing, nothing can return.
Hic finis fandi,
Let there be an end to talking,
Interdum stultus bene loquitur?
For who can tell when a fool speaks the truth?
Jacta interdum est alea.
The die is sometimes already cast,
Labuntur et imputantur.
A moment comes and goes, and is laid to our account.
Magni nominis umbra,
From the smallest shadow to the mightiest name,
Nec scire fas est omnia,
No one can claim to know all things,
Omne crede diem tibi diluxisse supremun,
I believe that every day that dawns may be my last,
Pallida mors aequo pulsat pauperum tabernas regumque turres;
Pale death knocks impartially at both poor man and rich men’s houses;
Quid rides, mutato nominee de te fibula narrator,
Don’t laugh, change the name and the story is yours,
Res ipsa loquitur.
It’s so obvious, that it speaks for itself.
Solvitur ambulando…
As the concept of motion is proven by walking…
Tempora mutantur, nos et matamur in illis.
So in time all things change, as we must, in time, all change.
Urbi et orbi,
And to all the world,
Vestigia nulla retrorsum.
There’s no turning back.
r10.1
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Animula! vagula, Blandula,
Hospes, comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in Loca—
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos?
TRANSLATION.
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav’ring Sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
1.8k
Beneath blackened earth, where majestic death gave birth..
Lies Sir Roderick so very still.
Claire wanders and wonders if there is something more,
beyond life she can explore...
In a tome of darkened lore
answers were cast at the question.
If only a mild suggestion
of necromantic, a spell.
To take back a soul from hell....
Claire descends in Roderick's tomb.
They will be united soon..
Indeed it is a graverobber's plight, to take care of such a wondrous sight.
Little Claire did not care, as she played with raven hair.
Words dripped from her lips, as she read from the bloodied tome..
The atmosphere drenched in a shivering tone..
going through marrow and cutting through bone.
Lay still your beating heart, let flow your sea of life..
Come back from Death and love thine wife..
A sacrifice with children's blood she gave
Roderick now ascends from his mouldy grave.
His flesh looks putrid and vile..
Dilly, dally the maggots wriggle
Claire comforts with a single giggle.
Now they dance, hand in hand.
They kiss in brittle moonlight
his tongue like broken glass, such delight.
So full of joy was Claire, as Roderick was festering in his chair.
Claire did not care, playing with raven hair.
Roderick still festering, festering in his chair.
Then she nodded, nearly napping, one last spell inside her head.
Command Sir Roderick to share her bed.
Little Claire was nowhere to be found...
Chewing, drooling, smacking....
Followed by a clamour and loud cracking.
Lay upon the bed, Sir Roderick and Claire.
Sir Roderick did not care, playing with her raven hair.
Loathsome Claire was united no more..
Her cannibalized remains
decorated the floor.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te.
It will end in death either way.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Today, Yes today
I have something to say
and it’s not golden daffodils
it’s a grey grey rant
which i have to wright down to express
how i feel about this
My Grey Day
Yes today
I went to pick up my new uniform
for the work i had to do that day
I pulled on grey trousers
then a grey *****
topped with a grey jacket
then a Light grey tie
I looked in the mirror and it cracked
so i place on my hat that said Team NEC
and to topped the lot
I felt like i wanted to cry
then I put on the shoes
then I remember the badge they gave to me
quite nice has my name upon it’s P A U L on a white background
so I place it on my grey jacket
it shone out like a rocket
I looked then blinked
again the mirror cracked from side to side
as the tears fell on my boots
I remembered what the ****
have you done to me
where are my smart black trousers
and my crisp whit shirt
with navy blue epilets
and my bright blue blazer
what have you done to me
so now when I work
it’s my grey day
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
Sous les draps de ta pyramide
On a vue en 3D sur la mangrove
Rhomboïde
De rhizomes entrelacés
À perte de vue.
Et j'essaie le sabre aux lèvres
Grâce à mon géo-radar
De me frayer un chemin dans le feu inextricable
Vers ta chambre nuptiale
D'eau enchevêtrée d'éclairs et de lave en fusion.
Sous les draps de ta pyramide
J'emprunte ta face Nord
À travers une oubliette à l'abri des regards
Des crabes et des salamandres
J'emprunte la descenderie
Et au bout du couloir
Me voici à l'antichambre
Et un sphynx exige de moi un mot de passe
Pour accéder au nec plus ultra de tes entrailles.
Et je dis : soldat du feu !
Et ce que je croyais être un simple feu de broussailles
De mangle rouge momifié
Se révèle un feu de jungle folle
Où sauterelles et criquets grésillent
Sous les flammes humides de ta chrysalide.
Et j'ouvre ma pompe et j'arrose
De mon eau de rose ton sanctuaire
De fleur de grenade inviolée
Et je comble ta faim
D'un bon mortier fait de venin de sable et de sève d'argile
Montante et descendante
Que tu dégustes en te pourléchant les lèvres.
Pour ne pas en perdre une miette.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC
You
are
every missed
con nec tion,
every
pause
I didn't know
how to fill,
every ship I
sent out that
never reached
its designated
shore. I never
really had you.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I love the hubble and bubble of the Autumn Fair
Love being on duty there
Love greeting the traders as they come in
they are alway's smiling in hopes of doing good business there
O' I love the NEC Autumn Fair.
All new products ready for Christmas this year
O' I love the NEC Autumn Fair.
As I stand on my duty V.E. door
I watch the people there
and those people ask me questions back
like where do I find the toilets ?
O' I love the NEC Autumn Fair.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Novelties
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their ****** for exotic positions.
***
Original Latin text:
IN LIBRARIOS
by Thomas Campion
Impressionum plurium librum laudat
Librarius; scortum nec non minus leno.
Keywords/Tags: Campion, Latin, translation, epigram, novels, novelties, booksellers, publishers, authors, pimps, ****** prostitutes, prostitution, exotic, positions, quote, quotation, saying, witticism, bon mot
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
Je n 'ai jamais vu
Autrement que fardées
Les lèvres rebondies de ma muse.
Ces lèvres rarissimes n 'ont jamais aimé,
Jamais baiser de Désirée ne fut ni volé ni échangé
M'a-t-elle avoué.
Ne proposez surtout pas à ma muse de goûter à ses lèvres
Sublimées par les mythiques "Ne m'oubliez pas" de Guerlain,
Authentique Rouge de Rouge Baiser,
Ou encore Noir Gothique de Dior
Oubliez à jamais magenta,
Parme ou mauve, prune ou violette
Les lèvres cultes de ma muse ne jurent que par l 'aubergine
Eggplant lipstick,
Appliqué au raisin
Du coeur de ses lèvres vers les commissures
Mais à n'en pas douter le nec plus ultra de ses lèvres
C 'est quand elles sont nues,
Dépouillées, sans fard, sans baume
Riches de leur texture incendiaire
Naturelle, légitime et génétique
Riches des flux et reflux de l'Océan Indien.
Ses lèvres, comme je les imagine,
Sont alors cyclone divin comme le vin de letchi
A boire sans modération.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
My reasons...
Lack reason.
Shared paper/words/
wants.
Con\nec\tions...
...SNAPS and ...dots...
Don't.know.what's.missing.
Until... you... find...it...
//Own my heart//
Own/my/thoughts
And I never had you at all
...But how I want you
So.little.time.
spilledwords---spilled wine
On paper <insignificant>
...I suppose...
holding hands by holding rhymes
If marked in tempo...if marked in time
...Barely a cursive i
Still//stillness... I,...Left here...
...am haunted
{Spector of your smile}
-ScribblingMyVitals-
Prose to quell the ache
....finally awake....
Left to linger in the wake:
the joy of your hello;
Deceives the
...the s l i c e of/your/
good//bye.
...minutes too slender
Yet my skin... knows...
the bite.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
mighty mighty houses
might end up empty
mighty mighty miners
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency
for fake fortune
drop of wine
speck of grain
if you get in line
for fake fortune
mighty mighty miners
mine on empty
too much vacancy
in a heart of cryptocurrency
nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financiers
will you be their paraplegic dancers
you've got nothing to lose
just a shield of children
wielding weapons
no one knows how to use
all one person
all one horsemen
all fake fortune
all one horsemen
might be too dumb to understand
mighty mighty houses built upon sand
because every time jeff eats an iguana,
he's got the whole free market in his hands.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
*
Weeping blood and flailing mad,
Darkness reveals the path we tread.
Shade your eyes from light unseen,
Unknown to terror, lightly dream.
Unwelcome, alone, I lay in this bed,
Dreams of your desire filling my head.
Unbidden come, uncaring caress,
Sheer shared secrets your only dress.
In the height of passion, draw me near,
In your hesitant heart, shelter darkest fear.
I call you by name, follow, be led,
We'll love for eternity, as the living dead.
*
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC