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30 Jul 2012 17:00 #68640 by Solari
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Eragon poem short in english and latin

Dauntless: bravery, the act of ignoring fear in the face of danger.
Bravery: selflessness; bravery is not fearlessness, but freedom from fear
Fearlessness: stupidity; Fearlessness is a mental problem, categorized as such because it is the idiotic idea of invincibility.

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30 Jul 2012 17:18 #68641 by Alexandre Orion
Brilliant ! Cheers !!!

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson

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30 Jul 2012 19:22 - 30 Jul 2012 19:22 #68656 by Solari
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Made this one for whatever reason a couple days ago.

Listen my child,
for now you shall hear
Of the only seven slayers a human must fear.

First beware Pride, lest belief in one’s might,
Has you discount the foeman who is braving you sight.

Never Envy another mans wealth, power, or home
For dark plots and plans will bring death to your own.

Your Wrath shouldn’t win, when fist strike your mail,
For anger kills cunning, which you will need to prevail.

A person must rest, but Sloth you you should dread
Else long years of napping let assassins to your bed.

‘Greed is good,’ or so foolish men will say,
Until piles of money bring killing theives where they lay.

Hungry is your body, and at times you must feed

But Gluttony makes fat ones, who can’t move at their need.

A hot Lust for glory, gems, gold, or mates
Leads a reckless young man to the blackest of fates.

So take heed to this wisdom, precious child of mine,
And the long years of life are sure to be thine.

In spanish!

Escucha, hija mía,
  por ahora vais a oír
De los siete asesinos sólo un ser humano debe temer.

En primer lugar ten cuidado con el orgullo, no sea que la creencia en la propia fuerza,
¿Ha usted descontar el enemigo navío, que está desafiando a la vista.

No envidies la riqueza sirve otra, el poder, o en el hogar
Para las parcelas oscuras y planes traerá la muerte a su cuenta.

Su ira no debe ganar, cuando el puño golpear a tu correo,
Porque el enojo mata a la astucia, la cual tendrá que prevalecer.

Una persona debe descansar, pero Pereza que usted debe temer
Else años largos de la siesta que los asesinos de su cama.

"La codicia es buena", o los hombres tan necios dirán:
Hasta montones de tesoros traer ladrones que matan en el que yacía.

Hambre es su cuerpo, y, a veces usted alimenta seguramente

Pero la gula hace gordos, que no se pueden mover a su necesidad.

Un caluroso deseo de gloria, piedras preciosas, oro, o compañeros de
Conduce a un joven temerario más negro de los destinos.

Así que ten cuidado con esta sabiduría, precioso hijo mío,
Y los largos años de vida están seguros de ser tuyo.

Dauntless: bravery, the act of ignoring fear in the face of danger.
Bravery: selflessness; bravery is not fearlessness, but freedom from fear
Fearlessness: stupidity; Fearlessness is a mental problem, categorized as such because it is the idiotic idea of invincibility.
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30 Jul 2012 19:48 #68657 by Alexandre Orion
en anglais et en espagnol ... c'est énorme !

continue, Solari !! et merci !!!

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06 Nov 2012 19:57 - 06 Nov 2012 19:58 #79658 by Alexandre Orion
My Easy Line
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Feelings flitter from the page
Of my worn and dusty book,
Past the eyes, under the Age,
Out the window of the nook
In the tow'r from whence I look
On Ancient maps of rainy days,
Autumn gives what Springtime took
To flight on Spica's bright blue rays ...


Telling time to chiming clocks,
Calendars and holding hands
Before the virgin equinox
Throwing Love o'er all the lands
From England to Morocco's sands,
Trembling mountains, ocean sprays,
Continents and lush islands,
All under Spica's bright blue rays ...

September
Whispers with April's ease
Through summer
Nights of the Pleiades
Turn 'round these
For my Easy Line –


Holidays and holograms,
Casablanca to Cambridge,
Star flight, Dream-speed, trains and trams,
Virgo's Stars to the Pharoh's ridge –
Accounts of voyages abridged,
To tell the tales of other days
Having crossed that timeless bridge
To shine in Spica's bright blue rays ...

December
Remembers April's breeze
And such sweet songs
Sung from the Pleiades
Recount these
Of my Easy Line …

Alexandre Orion
5-6 Novembre 2012
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"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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07 Nov 2012 22:52 #79811 by Archaic Smile
reading your poetry makes me want to start writing poetry again.

it was a pleasure (:

"The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth: scientific truth, or personal truth, or historical truth. It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based, and if you don't have it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth, then you don't deserve to wear that uniform."

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08 Nov 2012 18:33 - 08 Nov 2012 18:34 #79888 by Wescli Wardest
form...

The first book of
The Faeire Queene

A selection from...
CANTO I

The Patron of true Holinesse
foule Errour doth defeate;
Hypocrisie him to entrappe
doth to his home entreate.


I

A GENTLE Knight° was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruel markes of many'a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.

II

And on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead as living ever him ador'd:
Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For soveraine hope,° which in his helpe he had:
Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.

III

Upon a great adventure he was bond,
That greatest Gloriana° to him gave,
That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond,
To winne him worship, and her grace to have,
Which of all earthly things he most did crave;
And ever as he rode, his hart did earne
To prove his puissance in battell brave
Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
Upon his foe, a Dragon° horrible and stearne.

IV

A lovely Ladie° rode him faire beside,
Upon a lowly Asse more white then snow,
Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
And over all a blacke stole she did throw,
As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,
And heavie sat upon her palfrey slow;
Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,
And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.

V

So pure and innocent, as that same lambe,
She was in life and every vertuous lore,
And by descent from Royall lynage came
Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore
Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,
And all the world in their subjection held;
Till that infernall feend with foule uprore
Forwasted all their land, and them expeld:
Whom to avenge, she had this Knight from far compeld.

VI

Behind her farre away a Dwarfe° did lag,
That lasie seemd in being ever last,
Or wearied with bearing of her bag
Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,
The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast,
And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,
That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain,
And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.

VII

Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand,
A shadie grove° not far away they spide,
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:
Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride
Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,
Not perceable with power of any starre:
And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
With footing worne, and leading inward farre:
Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.

VIII

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,
Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,
Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.
Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy,
The sayling Pine,° the Cedar proud and tall,
The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar never dry,°
The builder Oake,° sole king of forrests all,
The Aspine good for staves, the Cypresse funerall.°

IX

The Laurell,° meed of mightie Conquerours
And Poets sage, the firre that weepeth still,°
The Willow° worne of forlorne Paramours,
The Eugh° obedient to the benders will,
The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,
The Mirrhe° sweete bleeding in the bitter wound,
The warlike Beech,° the Ash for nothing ill,°
The fruitfull Olive, and the Platane round,
The carver Holme,° the Maple seeldom inward sound.

X

Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,
Untill the blustring storme is overblowne;
When weening to returne, whence they did stray,
They cannot finde that path, which first was showne,
But wander too and fro in wayes unknowne,
Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,
That makes them doubt their wits be not their owne:
So many pathes, so many turnings seene,
That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.

XI

At last resolving forward still to fare,
Till that some end they finde or in or out,
That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,
And like to lead the labyrinth about;
Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,
At length it brought them to a hollow cave
Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout
Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave,
And to the Dwarfe awhile his needlesse spere he gave.

XII

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
The danger hid, the place unknowne and wilde,
Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,
And perill without show: therefore your stroke,
Sir Knight, with-hold, till further triall made.
Ah Ladie, (said he) shame were to revoke°
The forward footing for an hidden shade:
Vertue gives her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.

XIII

Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place
I better wot then you, though now too late
To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,
Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,
To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.
This is the wandring wood,° this Errours den,
A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:
Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then
The fearefull Dwarfe) this is no place for living men.

Monastic Order of Knights
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14 Nov 2012 00:43 - 14 Nov 2012 00:50 #80342 by Alexandre Orion
Rhea's Harp

Alexandre Orion
octobre-novembre 2012

“Dans la nuit profonde & son sombre étouffant,
Bercés par le vent & le hibou de la forêt,
Nous rêvons en languide lustre de la lueur de la lune
Faisant l’Amour aux fantômes qui ne dormiront jamais.

Quelle haineuse paix dans le jardin du plus délicieux délire,
Quelle froideur dans le printemps,
Comme chantant est le soupir ;
Le berceau cesse de basculer, la comptine or est dite
& nous rêvons en lustre languide où poussent ja des marguerites.

Dans la nuit transparente & sa sueur flottante,
Ensorcelés par la cité et la louve de la rue,
Nous songeons en languide lustre du lampadaire luisant
Faisant l’Amour à nos fantômes qui ne vivront plus.”

***

Ergo,

The beauty is the beast that sleeps within
The princes and the pilgrims we've always been ;
Dreaming under the city's noblest arch
Whilst the fog floods the forest in mid-March,
Bleeds through the walls
And Temple Halls
Whither echoes fall
Of when the waves crashed in ...

Under Lyra, brighter auroras shine
O'er that stately land that once was mine
Until April's rains and the winds of May
Bore down those Storms of ice and burned away
The sea around
The shattered ground
With thund'rous sound
The waves crashed in ...

***

The beauty is the beast that weeps within
The princes and the pilgrims we've never been
Screaming down under Two Miles of Ice hid
The forgotten lake, the Great Pyramid –
Crystal and Stone
Em'rald and Bone
Where the sun shone
Before the waves crashed in …

Under Lyra, lesser auroras shine
O'er this frozen land that now is mine
Since the winds and tears of these million years
Bear up these Shades of Time and deepest fears
To change the land
With my Command
And outstretched hand –
The waves crash in ...

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
Last edit: 14 Nov 2012 00:50 by Alexandre Orion.

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10 Feb 2013 04:27 #93963 by Solari
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A slightly more morbid poem, for a more morbid time...
Fading
I know, that if I keep up this chirade
That I, am surely going to fade
I will, become what I detest
The thought, that keeps me from rest

I need a change
I'm out of range
I've been unlinked
I need to think

I'm smart but paranoid
I cannot fill the void
I feel like hating
The feel of fading

I ain't who you think I am
But I, will not condemn you
You to, the feel of fading
The fear of hating

I need a hero
I feel like zero
I need to be saved
Before the time that I fade

I'm smart but paranoid
Have yet to fill the void
I know I'm hating
The feel of fading
I fight the feeling
I feel some healing
I am no hero
But I'm not zero

I can't believe what I see
I need to act more like me
I won't encourage the voice inside
Or my life'll be a harder ride

I'm not so paranoid
I can't seem to fill the void
I have stopped hating
For I'm not fading

Dauntless: bravery, the act of ignoring fear in the face of danger.
Bravery: selflessness; bravery is not fearlessness, but freedom from fear
Fearlessness: stupidity; Fearlessness is a mental problem, categorized as such because it is the idiotic idea of invincibility.
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04 Apr 2013 17:53 #101404 by Alexandre Orion
Soupir tout maussade

Par le regard, on crie ;
Par l'ouïe, on rit ;
Par le chante, on ose songer ...

Aveugles, les mains
Tâtonnent les demains
Sur la peau d'un beau chevalier …


-- Alexandre Orion

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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