"servus" poems
I am from the old world
From over the waters
I am from old houses
Majestic, kings and Celtics
I am from Mountains and Lakes
Mozart, Music, Stereotypes
I am from red-white-red
And what once was a monastery
I am from skiing, snow and sunshine
From Schnitzel and pasta
I am from almost Espresso
And people speaking fast
I am from languages
(Servus, Srečno, Ciao)
I am from a house with a mom
And a brother, little me
I am from a family with 4+21
I am from a field, tough but still a passion
And rivers with the moonlight
I am from climbing
And the top of the world
I am from kilometers and kilograms
And from long nights
I am from Rap
And the school where it’s never quiet
I am from a mother
That says goodbye with the wings of a bird
And white roses
I am from a dad that helps me keep focused
On the important parts of life
I am from singing people
That I left over the clouds
Far away
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Satietatem potare dulci nectare tua desiderium ego
Ad nos transeat, usque mane
Nostra corpora convol
Corpora nostra lusibus
Sol ortus, Sitis commoratur
Amorem vivere devora tua suavita
Vitae caelestis
Nostra ad et aut angelus diaboli
Quod viget, vitae singulis nobis,
Retorta peccatorum gaudium de salute nos
Corpora *** carnis luxuriam
Tenebrae concupiscentiis saginatus
Dolorem voluptatem servus
Impium impium fames
Sanctus diversitas peccatorum
Ita et nos, in manus nostras et amore peccatorum nos
Nos ad unum corpus est cor
Translation Latin to English
I drink my fill of sweet nectar of your desire
To pass to us until morning
Our bodies roll
Our bodies dance
The sun rises, thirst lingers
Love, live, eat your sweetness
heavenly life
Our call to the devil or an angel
That is active, the life of each of us,
Twisted sins, the joy of our salvation
Bodies with carnal lust
Dark desires fed
Pain and pleasure slave
wicked, wicked hunger
Holy diversity of sins
Even so we, in our hands, and the love of our sins
We are one body and heart
~Wes Noneya
My Latin isn't the best but I gave it a go. I like both versions.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Thou canst either be a slave to love
Or a servant to evil,
Which one doth thou chooseth.?
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Walking past the signs 'Former
Red Light District' I know I'm dreaming
of a better future
I can imagine it much more easily
than what it is like
to be a man
who buys the use of a body
without any notion what's wrong
I must arm myself against him
Walls? Dullness? Claws?
And company, then I can
laugh at jealous eyes
and the greedy ones
looking away from me
to someone else - no one
will I greet as my master
everyone welcomes me, Servus
where there was once war
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC