"tuum" poems
This poem is translate from http://hellopoetry.com/poem/warrior-of-tamriel-warrior-of-realitys-breath/
Zu'u faas nid nuz koraav pah,
Dii dovah meyz fod Zu'u for.
Zu'u imaar verin voknau dii hadrim,
Ol nust swirl tuum tiid.
Zu'u kriist firm ahrk faar,
Waving dii zahkrii ko ven.
Dii lein los nunon kein,
Ol Zu'u krif wah juh.
Nid uth vis gesaag zey fos wah dreh,
Zu'u los Kinbokein do Keizaal.
Dii bodein los do krilaan praan,
ol dii noot everyday,
los raal wah gor.
Hi krif fah fos hi korah,
Hi dir voth dignity.
Zin yoz ko hin sostrah,
Ol hi unt wah krif stin.
Stinun prenlon fod Kendov kriist veyl,
Rok uv rek fent kos,
saviik wah lein.
Tuum Lein do Taazokaan,
Zu'u los Lokolteiren Rahzun,
Ahrk Punah.
Naangein vis kos kendov voknau strife,
Orin tuum daar kein,
Hi vis kos ges.
Aav reid,
Unad hin zen.
Hi fent kos krongrahkei,
Ahrk fen deserve Kendov Dinok.
Jur thy dragonkin nu.
Nust fen saraan hin arosend.
Voknau hin dovah,
Fent meyz thy untak.
Kest riin tuum lok do Taazokaan,
Ol Dovahkiin meyz,
Wah Lein do Keizaal.
Fus Ro Dah !
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Keanu, salvum fac pópulum tuum.
et benedic hæreditati tuæ;
Dona ad victoriam imperator,
super hostes eorum.
et ex quo imperium tuum,
habitationem tuam substravisti.*
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
Who we think we are, if we fail to define our own terminii,
Meum et Tuum, as we are, if we take full consideration
of our pose, relative, to the point of you, on which your
homeostasis hangs by the thread of sense we share
in mindspace dominated by English, no longer,
I can read poetry in Hausa, like a native born earthling,
after Hiroshima and before the peak radiation winds,
in the season of Maris and Mantle, and
The Days of Wine and Roses, and
social influencers promoting actual
bowling leagues,
"Lake Charles Calculators
facing off against Texas City Lo-rollers,"
- in the novel, the summer of '61, unshipped.
when this version of America, as remembered on TV,
shall never before
be gotten but by the free and brave, trusting geology,
can prove we all know
if hell breaks loose,
we all die, but the earth is resilient,
As Kritias recited all he knew
of what the lawgiver said of the reproof
he humbly received as a Sais priestly
admonishment to learn to hold
thoughts secure for disasters
are considerably common
"– all such events are recorded since the old days
and are preserved here in our temples.
Yet your people and
the others are but newly equipped, every time,
with letters and all such arts as civilized cities require
and when,
after the usual interval
of years, like a plague, the flood
from heaven comes sweeping down again
upon your people, it leaves none of you but
the unlettered and uncultured.
So you become as young as ever,
with no knowledge
of all that happened
in old times
in this land or in your own." Plato, Timaeus
_
remember, we once believed in giants,
then we learned of dinosaurs,
then we saw whales cry.
They wept for the loss of the cod.
Then we got the internet of things,
and things developed was to solve
the original division using co-op gnosis,
we see our follies on YouTube, and realize
we have abilities, should we agree, we never
lie, but do know of instances, when unbelieving
worked wonders while lying about waiting
for this exposure
to your final frontal lobe
remyelinating, to offset dementia.
It's a prophylactic tactic peace of mind allows.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
Dei intra vos est,
the cloister was cold
that evening I huddled
in the thick jumper,
the monk in front of me
smelt of pine or I think
it was pine,
la campana suonò,
who tolled it
I had no idea maybe
Dom Leo
tall and lean as an elm,
roger me well she said
for you are
as a young deer,
full of God that is
the beauty of eternal life
Bruno said,
we walked the flagstones
into the church
fingered the stoup
for water and crossed
ourselves wetly,
holiness consists
simply in doing
God's will and being
just what God wants us
to be Therese said,
I stood beside Hugh
in the choir stall
book held black and old
smelling of age,
lauda Ierúsalem
Dóminum colláuda
Deum tuum Sion
we chanted
I mouthed words unsure,
the French monk
held his head to one side
gazing at high windows
as if God was there,
où vous coeur est Dieu est,
my stomach rumbled with hunger
like a rebellious mob,
moonlight in the cloister view
and stars few,
open me as a book she said
touch my fine pages,
God is within you
Dom Joseph said
listen to Him,
I liked the smell
of fresh bread
as I entered the refectory
and the scent of cocoa
before bed called,
wise men speak
because they have
something to say
fools because they
have to say something
Plato said Gareth quoted
as we walked the abbey lane,
nearby someone
tolled the bells again.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Fuera, sonrisas y saludos,
vals, esnobismo de los clubs,
mundanidad oropelesca.
Pero al volver a casa, tú.
En el balcón, en la penumbra,
vueltos a los ojos al azul,
te voy buscando en cada estrella
del misterioso cielo augur.
¿Desde qué mundo me contemplas?
¿De qué callada excelsitud
baja tu espíritu a besarme?
¿Cuál el astro cuya luz
viene a traerme tus miradas?
¡Oh qué divina es la virtud
con que la noche penetra
bajo su maternal capuz!
Hasta mañana, salas frívolas,
trajín, ruidos, inquietud,
mundanidad oropelesca,
poligononales fracs, abur.
Y tú, mi muerta, ¡buenas noches!
¿Cómo te va? ¿Me amas aún?
Vuelvo al encanto misterioso,
a la inefable beatitud
de tus lejanos besos místicos.
¡Aquí no reinas más que tú!
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