"vivendi" poems
There is a tendency among
those poets who may be very young
frequently to put in verse
those foreign phrases, or much worse
the now dead words of oh so ****** Latin
to boast of classrooms that they’ve sat in.
And just in case you’ve never heard ‘em,
Let’s reduce a few to ad absurdum.
It was amore a prima vista
until he left her for her younger sister
for, after all, who could resist her,
so moving on to secunda vista
he took that step and boldly kissed her,
behaviour that is hardly utopista.
The trouble with modus vivendi
is that it sometime rhymes with eye
but there are those who don’t agree
and think that it must rhyme with tea.
Who cares? It’s all the same to I.
Or should that be the same to me?
You may say it is not de rigueur
that I defend with so much vigour
what surely is no more than hubris
that I attribute to Confucius
for he surely ha detto tutto
albeit un po convoluto.
And everyone’s heard of carpe diem.
If not, then I have yet to see ‘em.
But I prefer to seize a waist
which may be thought somewhat unchaste
though far more likely to have shocked ‘em
would be to carpe in the noctem.
Perhaps you think it’s ipso facto
that I’m intolerant of lacto
unless it comes directly from the breast.
I think it’s better that the rest
of this is left to your own opinatus
for which I offer no blank cartus.
Then there’s the modus of my own vivendi
that I indulge in cacoethes scribendi
the itch to write for which I daily
scratch myself or play my ukulele
which is my form of modus operandi
before I pour myself a king-size brandy.
And thus we leave this boring dull citare,
by this time you have certainly grown quite weary
of any further venture into tedium
Or as ***** Harry might say, fac ut gaudeam
For after all a day senza sunlight
Might altrettante facilmente be night
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
California gold-rush blues
Got you pretty thirsty
Where's tank girl when you need her
Saliva thick
Lump in throat
Tongue swelling
Neck swollen
Can't breathe
Drowning
Shrinking skin
Hallucinations
Eyelids crack
Tears of blood
Leather-purse face
Amputated lips
Nose withered
Eyes trapped
We're all exported and exploited
Sold sanely cheap
Used how the rich see fit
Dead in one week
Ecosystem crashing
All for their mansions
Filled with rooms they never use
Profit ******
We see oceans through our windows
97 percent
97 percent
3 percent for you and none for us
Little boy is drinking bubbles
But it ain't champagne
It's dead dogs and fetus juice
Dog dogs and abuse
Where are the wetlands
Where are the holy springs
Soon we'll all be Atlantis
Just another lost city
Soon we'll be living
In underground caves
Like cowards
We all want roses in our garden bower
But the best heroes
Might as well be slaves
Global desert
Without rain
Green turns yellow
Here come the earthquakes
****** forest
Rest in peace
They erected cities
In your memory
Cartels and shades of grey
Vivendi, Veolia
Machines with no soul
Privatizing blue gold
In their corporate quads
Woe to WTO
The new colonialism
Coca Cola 7-Up
Sorry but your time is up
Destroy everything you touch
When it's gone
Get up and leave
Destroy another planet
**** and conquer
SLAPPing silly pointless fools
Transporting silly tools
Shooting all the people's people
Got to pull up the roots
Bullets through lace curtains
Has a ring to it
You spineless cruel leaders
With your oil rivers
Well you've made a rival now
World map's changing underground
Alternatives are scarce
Purity is all but lost
Path of least resistance blocked
Metamorphosizing clocks
Circulation down the train
Don't drink the red water
Just pray for rain
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
Extravagance is amusing
But oh! Mother
Glamour can never out power
Thy love, so sumptuous
Thy hugs and kisses
Have brought my peccant soul
Back to the place of its origin
I beg thou to pardon me
And consummate me
With your embrace, so sweet
The svelte Modus Vivendi
In which I was occupied
Its fraudulence I have realized
Oh! Dear father
I do not care about
Those puffy cushions
And velvet blankets
All I want is thy forgiveness
That’ll spread fragrance of bliss
Across my soul
For I have returned to my home,
Come rejoice
As thy daughter salvaged
Herself from a path
Laden with sinful gold
Sailed I have the sea of redemption
But my resolve would not
Purify without thy acceptance
Save me! My Guardians
And let me end my repentance
With the touch of thy affection.
~Manu M.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
repression.
this is the block.
it comes in at 3 o'clock
in the morning when you know it is empty,
it becomes the modus vivendi
repression.
it devours you.
taints you that rouge.
quiet becomes the switch that keeps them
crying.
repression.
like a cigarette passed around
we share it, not making a sound.
the smoke rising
and the sorrow is chastising.
repression.
the words lost in the silence
yet blooming with the violets.
repression.
there is nothing to say.
it seems like it is okay.
you shut everyone away
and lock them with the words you cannot find.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
An empty glass sitting on the table
An empty matchbox with a burnt out candle
The empty paper for that forgotten essay
The empty cabinet, the cutlery's astray
That empty fridge, nothing to eat
That empty wallet, nothing is free
Your empty heart, no love to spare
Your empty eyes, your cold, dead stare
Broken life, your modus vivendi
Living is lonely, living is empty
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
The body art, tats were on display,
wearing his sleeveless t-shirt that way,
the other
Guy, put cash in his hand his way,
red cap off centre and tipped on display,
brother,
what a pair, money for a bike, say
the one selling the bike did not own it, say,
the other,
Homie, the bike to buy and pay,
with cash that was not his. Their play,
off each other,
one the illegal proprietor and okay,
the buyer-beware, measured each in a way
the other,
could understand.
It was criminal to watch this pair.
Tats modus vivendi,
smooth shaved head,
took the cash and held the pile in his grease stained
hands, it was ***** before he touched it, but he knew that.
New owner and friend, the stained
pick-up truck, his pale chum in the white T,
stood at a distance carefully. Deal done in 2 minutes flat,
buying stolen goods is a crime,
crime does pay,
well it did for both of them today.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
*amemini,
semper amandus,
te amica mea,
ego sum amator,
est ductor noctor,
et quod suus 'peregrinos,
in hoc itinere vivendi,*
siete amati,
sarai sempre,
amato tu sei il mio amore,
io sono il tuo amante,
l'amore è la nostra guida,
e noi che di pellegrini,
in questo nostro cammino
di vita.
**you are loved,
you will always be loved
you are my love
i am your lover
love is our guide
and we it's pilgrims
on this our journey of life**
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
This is the life
Right
Or is it a strife
Spite
Where are my emotions
Numb
Senseless and **** pick up my
Crumbs
Find myself pointless, worthless
Empty
Every aspect so dark and mirthless
Modus Vivendi
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Heir to the Alpha.
Beta to the wind.
Two is a cipher.
Second isn't a win
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
To imbue artistry with life invoke the multitude,
To imbue life with artistry invoke the muse.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
the desire to try has all but disappeared
no modus vivendi to push towards the tree-line
no chance of the mare being spurred
my steed's once clear eyesight becoming blurred
it was once an easy ride
a straight and narrow path towards the barn
it feels as if it needs some light
but all it can sense it the damning contrite
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Art of life is to forget and forgive
Then we can find a reason to live
We can achieve anything in life if we believe
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC