"nunc" poems
I contemplated, but not alone,
On an ancient poet's ode,
A lover and a scribbler composed,
"Nunc scio quid est amor..." Oh?
"Now I know what true love is..." No woe,
As I reflect on a spiritual road,
I ponder on, where pomegranates grow,
As venerable Horace did compose,
A love divine, true love, and never alone.....
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
A Lone Walker nowe Ah!
Intae Theis Murky Naycht
‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’,
Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar
Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’,
Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr,
Unfathomable, Unearthly,
Verra Guid Fyre wearin’,
Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine
Awa, awa, IT owre spilled!
Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’,
An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr,
Near-hand ay flashin’,
Rumblin’, guid tremblin’,
Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear
Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’,
An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo!
O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid!
Great Rowth ragin’!
Human nae, nae IT laanger!
Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror,
Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger!
Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och!
Stylle haiwin',
An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued,
Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest!
Athwart ma Solitarye Gait
Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’,
An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT!
O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah!
Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT!
Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine
Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’,
An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht,
Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah!
Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre
Thro’ nae croud strollin’,
Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel
The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun!
Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr
Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine!
Thus Thwndir-Taukin’:
NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES
QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI
ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI
IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE
AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA
ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA
THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO
AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO
DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE
TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT
FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA
ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE
SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM 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.
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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
"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:41 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
Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.
Esto sertis implicata,
Ô femina delicata
Per quam solvuntur peccata !
Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.
Quum vitiorum tempegtas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,
Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris...
Suspendam cor tuis aris !
Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons æternæ juventutis
Labris vocem redde mutis !
Quod erat spurcum, cremasti ;
Quod rudius, exaequasti ;
Quod debile, confirmasti.
In fame mea taberna
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.
Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus !
Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica ;
Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca !
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We are possibility.
Nothing undone:
the red key swung,
the pins aligned.
Spite and Malice -
you won in Burque;
in Buffalo, in April,
I'll be writing in coffee shops.
Cage made fake acrostics
and clamoured more than us.
He watered himself in blenders
tacked his piano like stigmata.
But really, he just put the right letter
on the correct line (if he
ever wrote a line),
but our house was a mess
of books and skulls
and everywhere you looked
too perfect a nest,
so we tore ourselves apart.
Why don't we stop?
Someone will spend graduate school
anthologizing our correspondence,
analyzing the details we missed,
et al., hic et nunc.
The girls dancing in Budapest
and the guys making passes at you in the snow
reduce us to baser instincts
by counting how we
could, might, tentatively
hurt again
on our second-class driver's test.
Fortunately, I am with you
when you look at computer screens
and you're with me at the bar
when television commercials
show off their bras and the beer hits
harder than libretto
and snus drips down the candle wax
making arcs like the Scott Monument.
The imperfection is bliss,
the knots loosen and move
up our spines. We'll soak
the tub and swell
our glands with menthe
and tumble
further down the mud,
until we either love or ****
what makes us whole.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:35 AM 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
Je te chante
A toute heure
Religieusement
Les très grandes moultes belles et riches heures de Ma Dame
Je te les chante en latin à matines
Ave Maria Plena Gratia
Je te les chante à laudes
Tota pulchra es amica
Je te chante en latin les petites heures, les heures de pucelle
Je te les chante à prime
Regina caeli letare
Je te les chante à tierce
Benedicta es tu filia
Je te les chante à sexte
Obsecro te domina sancta Maria, Mater dei, pietate plenissima
Je te les chante à none
O intemerata et in eternum benedicta
Je te chante en latin les grandes heures, les donzelles
Je te les chante à vêpres
Alleluia Hosanna Musa Benedicta tu in Musis
Je te les chante à complies
Salve Regina Mater misericordiae vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve
Et dans le silence de ma cellule
Noire et blanche
Je te renouvelle
Après l'office des complies
Sans antiphonaire et sans graduel
Mes voeux d'humilité, de pauvreté et chasteté
Ecoute la prière grégorienne
De ton moine cistercien, ton baryton orthodoxe,
Ton serviteur, ton esclave, ton Musc
Nu et sincère sans habit et sans scapulaire
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
Les variations normales
De l'esprit autant que du cœur,
En somme, témoignent peu mal
En dépit de tel qui s'épeure,
Parlent par contre, contre tel
Qui s'effraierait au nom du monde
Et déposent pour tel ou telle
Qui virent ou dansent en rond...
Que vient faire l'hypocrisie
Avec tout son dépit amer
Pour nuire au cœur vraiment choisi,
À l'Âme exquisément sincère
Qui se donne et puis se reprend
En toute bonne foi divine,
Que d'elle, se vendre et se rendre
Plus odieuse avec son spleen.
Que la faute qu'elle dénonce,
Et qu'au fait, glorifier,
Plutôt, en outre, hic et nunc,
L'esprit altier et l'âme fière !
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Mary had a little lamb
Who simply loved to slumber
And though he didn’t give a ****
She taught him how to rhumba
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
*Nunc est bibendum,
nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus*
Now is the time to
drink,
Now the time to
dance
footloose
upon
the earth.
Tread lightly
upon
the clay of
my heart.
Do you
not know
the way
my pulse
drums in
drunken syncopation
as you
waltz your way
towards me?
The courage of your beauty overwhelms.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
They are bond
Tis
I am unrestricted
I'd give mine heart
To one not hidden
I want to applaud
Her whilst in public
I seek no secrets
Or muffled Senate's
I seeketh one for simpleton conversation
To be her peasant
Of ourn own nation
I seeketh real
No chained up words
I need a steal
A healing herb
A dove
A bird
To fly with me
In storms that churn
Again
Tis I say
I seeketh real
Now and today!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Time is like a snail
today
slow
slow
slowly
the hand moves around the
clock.
tock
tock
tickety tock
My thought become stagnant
primordal things
attuned to nothing
just white noise
and static
as I wait for the world to deliver me
something anything
different to the
tickety
tock
tock
tock
of the slow moving clock
white noise
and static
white noise
and static....
.Nunc Cocleam.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
What unearthly curse is this,
to have such an earthly shell?
Reality, such as this,
could be so easily
either my Heaven or my Hell,
but I know it's both.
Willing suspense of disbelief
doesn't just apply to movies anymore;
I know now that it is why
I think of this as "Reality."
I know better then that,
yet my body is just that:
physical, umbilical, finite,
mortal.
Carpe Nunc;
seize right now.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
o tempestas
ira caeli
moles ingens nihili
te pervertis
ubi aestas
aerum pulsat calide
nunc appares
vorax nubes
tenebrarum columna
tum evanes
tam occulte
quam intrasti resonans
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
The French peasant monk
scythed the tall grass
with a slow
motivated motion,
nunc et in hora
mortis nostrae
or each moment
of our time in life
temptations come and go
Dom Thomas said
even in the life here
in the abbey,
dans l'abbaye
that first time
late evening
bell tolling for Compline
moon glow
sprinkled stars
entering the church
in semi darkness,
nel buio semi
red altar light
incense aroma
silence about me
shadowy figures of monks
entering the choir stalls,
gli stalli del coro
well polished wood
dim light from high windows
out there the world's night life
has begun here
the monks chant the office
Santa Maria
the statue above the altar,
la mente è il proprio posto
e di per sé può fare un cielo
di inferno un inferno del cielo
John Milton said I read,
Dom Joe met me
after Compline
and led me
to the refectory
for supper alone
just him and me
and the evening wind's moan.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Nunc Dimittis in Two Parts
I. Simeon
A young man wouldn’t get it
Which is one of the reasons why
In humility he hears
The Bible all his life
II. Anna
A young man wouldn’t get it
Because he doesn’t hear
The humility all around
He talks instead of listens
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC