"ostia" poems - Hello Poetry

Thousands of years I have lived And now I feel like little bacteria My heart is filled with pores And people call it ostia The night's are glazing with pleurobranchia And thank God I didn't get ******* hemiplegia Solitary I feel in my animal kingdom I wish I could do something with my boredom. How amazing are these euplectellian shrimps Dieing together imprisoned Symptoms of true love they show to me Together up to death they are known to be. Maybe I am the class imperfecta But by birth I am a mammalia I wish we could both be mycorrhiza And get hallucinated with amanita. Someday we would make a synapse And get into the love with mitochondria And there our nervous system stops And there the impulse will walk . No special organelles I have I'm just 70s ribosome My heart is incipient With foldings of mesosome

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Jun 12, 2015

Jun 12, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC

pushkar-mishra

My love Bacteria

Thousands of years I have lived And now I feel like little bacteria My heart is filled with pores And people call it ostia The night's are glazing with pleurobranchia And thank God I didn't get ******* hemiplegia Solitary I feel in my animal kingdom I wish I could do something with my boredom. How amazing are these euplectellian shrimps Dieing together imprisoned Symptoms of true love they show to me Together up to death they are known to be. Maybe I am the class imperfecta But by birth I am a mammalia I wish we could both be mycorrhiza And get hallucinated with amanita. Someday we would make a synapse And get into the love with mitochondria And there our nervous system stops And there the impulse will walk . No special organelles I have I'm just 70s ribosome My heart is incipient With foldings of mesosome

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The Czech travel guide slumped in his chair, hair disheveled, eyes distracted, sipping a beer, then coffee at the Ostia Antica bar and bistro just past the tiny railway stop. He was tired, he said, of leading groups through the maze of Europe’s famous sights, explaining history, significance, value. His 42-member entourage would soon return from dissecting the massive ruins of the excavated Roman city — avenues, therma, fast-food kitchens, masks. We needed no guide to make our way along the brick-lined streets, stopping to stare at frescoes, mosaics, the sprawling theater. Ostia dwarfed Pompeii in size, if not drama. No contorted bodies, no brothels or sewers. Only a meticulously gridded urban sprawl. Headless sculptures heralded the humanity of history. Crumbling sarcophagi held water like broken baths. Few others like us tread the slick-stone path: The grimy chaos of Roma replaced by Ostia’s bucolic Pax. Its stone-masked ghosts, spent from wandering, embraced the resurrected statues in the stately museum. Peace in Apollonian beauty. New life springs from eroding stone. We needed no guide to show us where the tired spirit rests. Here, in the shadows of Ostia Antica, brick by brick, history was explained.

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC

arliced

Pax Ostiana

The Czech travel guide slumped in his chair, hair disheveled, eyes distracted, sipping a beer, then coffee at the Ostia Antica bar and bistro just past the tiny railway stop. He was tired, he said, of leading groups through the maze of Europe’s famous sights, explaining history, significance, value. His 42-member entourage would soon return from dissecting the massive ruins of the excavated Roman city — avenues, therma, fast-food kitchens, masks. We needed no guide to make our way along the brick-lined streets, stopping to stare at frescoes, mosaics, the sprawling theater. Ostia dwarfed Pompeii in size, if not drama. No contorted bodies, no brothels or sewers. Only a meticulously gridded urban sprawl. Headless sculptures heralded the humanity of history. Crumbling sarcophagi held water like broken baths. Few others like us tread the slick-stone path: The grimy chaos of Roma replaced by Ostia’s bucolic Pax. Its stone-masked ghosts, spent from wandering, embraced the resurrected statues in the stately museum. Peace in Apollonian beauty. New life springs from eroding stone. We needed no guide to show us where the tired spirit rests. Here, in the shadows of Ostia Antica, brick by brick, history was explained.

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...Eres tan misteriosa como la voz del viento Eres tan atrayente como un abismo ¡Abismo lleno de rosas frescas! ...Eres, como el contento, expresiva y voluble. Ama el romanticismo tu alma, le dispensa igual recibimiento a la blanca ilusión que al ***** sensualismo. Eres tan turbadora como un presentimiento, y cruel y a la paz piadosa, tal como un espejismo. Por esas vaguedades que en tu ser adivino, por saberte dudosa, por saberte imprecisa, y porque nada esperas de Dios ni del destino. Yo amo tu alma, sutil como un jirón de brisa, y tu cuerpo estatuario, que son la ostia y el vino con que consagro a Venus esta erótica misa.

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José Ángel Buesa

Eres tan misteriosa

...Eres tan misteriosa como la voz del viento Eres tan atrayente como un abismo ¡Abismo lleno de rosas frescas! ...Eres, como el contento, expresiva y voluble. Ama el romanticismo tu alma, le dispensa igual recibimiento a la blanca ilusión que al ***** sensualismo. Eres tan turbadora como un presentimiento, y cruel y a la paz piadosa, tal como un espejismo. Por esas vaguedades que en tu ser adivino, por saberte dudosa, por saberte imprecisa, y porque nada esperas de Dios ni del destino. Yo amo tu alma, sutil como un jirón de brisa, y tu cuerpo estatuario, que son la ostia y el vino con que consagro a Venus esta erótica misa.

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