"rege" poems - Hello Poetry

Vi en las costas de Trinidad conchas nereidoasirenadas tejer sus cabellos , cantar Rege los peces en Jamaica al amor en Carthagena , madurar como mango a los poetas del Sur bailar Cumbia Y vi en sus ojos la revolucion alrededor de la estatua de Bolivar . 19.10.2000

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC

giorgos-vlachos

[ Vi en las costas de Trinidad ]

Vi en las costas de Trinidad conchas nereidoasirenadas tejer sus cabellos , cantar Rege los peces en Jamaica al amor en Carthagena , madurar como mango a los poetas del Sur bailar Cumbia Y vi en sus ojos la revolucion alrededor de la estatua de Bolivar . 19.10.2000

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‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria,’ you tell me with wistful smile creasing sad eyes. I squint up with narrowed lids, Trying to push scepticism aside as my sight traces the words carved into the stone. ‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria.’ I can barely contain my scoffing. But I do, because as ridiculous as I find it that we are claiming these men actually died for Something, I would never dream of disrespecting them. In fact, in my eyes, They are the kings, The noblemen, The deities. They deserve More Than the riches of their wildest imaginings. They deserve A family, A beating heart, A silver-lined Life. They are worth more Than a fancy inscription On a grey headstone. And some didn’t even get that. Consider this, though: What use is a fancy inscription when you’re a pile of bones under the ground? We can only hope that there is a Heaven. That they are living like Kings. That their divine lives are Silver-lined. That they can’t see how little has changed, Because that is, I think, the saddest thing of all. I look up again, At the clouds sweeping across the sky. It was then that I thought: Just as The clouds keep moving, The Earth keeps turning. And Just as The Earth keeps turning, Humans will never stop fighting. That’s why I can’t help but scorn those words. ‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria,’ you tell me with wistful smile creasing sad eyes. And that’s why I cry: Because I know better.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC

h-fox

The Last Post Ceremony (Reflections on World War 1 at Menin Gate)

‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria,’ you tell me with wistful smile creasing sad eyes. I squint up with narrowed lids, Trying to push scepticism aside as my sight traces the words carved into the stone. ‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria.’ I can barely contain my scoffing. But I do, because as ridiculous as I find it that we are claiming these men actually died for Something, I would never dream of disrespecting them. In fact, in my eyes, They are the kings, The noblemen, The deities. They deserve More Than the riches of their wildest imaginings. They deserve A family, A beating heart, A silver-lined Life. They are worth more Than a fancy inscription On a grey headstone. And some didn’t even get that. Consider this, though: What use is a fancy inscription when you’re a pile of bones under the ground? We can only hope that there is a Heaven. That they are living like Kings. That their divine lives are Silver-lined. That they can’t see how little has changed, Because that is, I think, the saddest thing of all. I look up again, At the clouds sweeping across the sky. It was then that I thought: Just as The clouds keep moving, The Earth keeps turning. And Just as The Earth keeps turning, Humans will never stop fighting. That’s why I can’t help but scorn those words. ‘Pro Rege, Pro Patria,’ you tell me with wistful smile creasing sad eyes. And that’s why I cry: Because I know better.

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Mar 12, 2024

Mar 12, 2024 at 8:48 AM UTC

hermes-varini

VXD DEBELLATOR

ILLE QVI VNICVS DEBELLATOR PROSTRATO REGE VNIVERSI HARVM IGITVR ENTIVM IGNEA CELEBRANTVR SYMBOLA VLTIO EXTRAMVNDANI VIRI VENI MIHI ALTA EREBO DVM BELLI LIBER SCVTO IMPERAVIT IPSE TEMPLVM MALA FVLMINE INFAMIA PERIT MVNDI VICTA VINDEX XYSTO DÆMON ΞIΦEI AVSONIÆ TENENS ROSAM CHALYBE RVBRAM.

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Acordo com passarinhos a chilrear, Me vejo com ondas e sua espuma, Agradeço tudo sem mágoa alguma, O céu está azulinho e Esbranquiçado, Acordar com o presente, futuro e passado, Acordar, acordar, acordar... Acordo com amor por Deus santificado, Me elevo com nobreza pura e grata, Universo que nos rege e por vezes maltrata, Ousadia de dormir Num campo nunca semeado. Gritar ao mundo por paz-e-amor, Sentir teu cheiro primaveril de pequena Flor. Acordar todos os dias com vontade de dar e agradecer, Amar tudo com alma de bem querer, Parece que sou música, poesia, fado, Acordar com serenidade e tempo para mim, Acordar com tudo com amor bem amado, Espírito de Deus me ama muito assim, Seja na terra o paraíso de acordar em harmonia, Por isso Deus nos ofereceu a noite, mas não se esqueceu do dia... Acordar com amor, por amor Victor Marques

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Feb 23, 2022

Feb 23, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC

victor-marques

Acordar com o amor

Acordo com passarinhos a chilrear, Me vejo com ondas e sua espuma, Agradeço tudo sem mágoa alguma, O céu está azulinho e Esbranquiçado, Acordar com o presente, futuro e passado, Acordar, acordar, acordar... Acordo com amor por Deus santificado, Me elevo com nobreza pura e grata, Universo que nos rege e por vezes maltrata, Ousadia de dormir Num campo nunca semeado. Gritar ao mundo por paz-e-amor, Sentir teu cheiro primaveril de pequena Flor. Acordar todos os dias com vontade de dar e agradecer, Amar tudo com alma de bem querer, Parece que sou música, poesia, fado, Acordar com serenidade e tempo para mim, Acordar com tudo com amor bem amado, Espírito de Deus me ama muito assim, Seja na terra o paraíso de acordar em harmonia, Por isso Deus nos ofereceu a noite, mas não se esqueceu do dia... Acordar com amor, por amor Victor Marques

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