Best Fortuna Poems
I adore our beautiful island
in the middle of the Irish Sea.
And since we've entered lockdown,
there’s no other place I’d rather be.
All my travel plans were cancelled,
so I’m enjoying a super staycation,
and my lovely little bungalow
is a perfectly natural destination.
I often visit ‘Casa Del Back Garden.’
It’s a picturesque place, I must say.
I love to potter about in my greenhouse.
For safety sake, it’s at home we must stay.
Despite us being on lockdown
we’ve got ample food to eat,
and I get creative in ‘Gran Kitchena,’
where I can cook up a real tasty treat.
I miss seeing my friends and family,
but we contact each other by zoom,
and we can chat away quite freely
from the comfort of our own living room.
My holiday doesn’t ‘Costa Fortuna’
as lockdown rules mean we cannot roam,
so I created my own virtual vacation,
but in truth... there’s no place like home!
02/02/21
Categories:
fortuna, home,
Form:
Rhyme
He is caught between one life and another
while my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
We are like leaves, played with by the wind
O lengthening dark vision
reaching across our lives
It came, at last, without a sound...
his leave taking came without a word,
but we both heard it in the silence....
His world is in the palm of his hand
and my world is this moment that does not move
O furtuna, sternit fortem
O furtuna, rota tu volubillis
Never was he mine, never was he not mine
The child, no longer, child that bends and sways
My eyes reflect the clouds upon the sky
for he reaches out a hand upon my crown
and I feel the gentle warmth upon my head
A knowing hand of man, not boy, that once I vowed to keep
must leave and know that I will weep
as if I am the child, ....not he,...instead
O fortuna, velut luna
Statu variabillis, semper crescis, aut decrescis;
I force a smile, and watch him fly away
Quod per sortem .... Sternit fortem,
never was he mine, never was he not mine
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For Deb's Contest: Bi-Lingual
Latin translated
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O Fortuna (O Fortune)
Velut luna (like the moon)
Statu variabilis (you are changeable)
Semper crescis (ever waxing)
Aut decrescis; (and waning;)
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)
Rota tu volubilis, (you whirling wheel)
Corde pulsum tangite; (pluck the vibrating strings;)
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)
Categories:
fortuna, family, sad, son, world,
Form:
Narrative
Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras virtudes
Sera el final en llamas?
Que sera de nuestra proxima generacion de ereditarios
Ante una presencia que restricciones y modelos de destruccion
No es mi forma de ver la agonizacion de mis hermanos
Solo e visto la sangre que derramamos
Ante una bandera como cualquier otra
He visto de muerte a triunfos
No represento ante el mundo
Pero e sabido dar cara al futuro
Con enfermedades y pesadillas
Con orgullo y descaque
No es mi ser el que camina ante la arrogancia ofrecida
Pero aun e dado mis manos al futuro
No es destino el que dejo mis alma
De ser un dios ante un mundo
Menos se de que es vivir con fortuna
Desde joven conozco trabajo, sudor y agonia
Amor muerto ante la duda
Como enterrado ante el destino
Quien sere en un futuro?
Muchas cosas quedan en mi por descubrir
Le pederia a mi propia bandera
Represantame sin sangre y hazme orgulloso
Pero en la ironia que yo debo hacer mi bandera radiante
Quebranto mi deseo ante la duda de poder moverme
No es orgullo en muchos casos
Menos tentacion al fracaso
Tal vez solo pierdo poco de mi ser
Ante mi caida en el pasado
Sin ojos puedo dar de comer
Sin manos doy de mi ser
Sin dios quebranto mi ser
Ante el futuro
Que solo tu y yo tenemos en manos.
Categories:
fortuna, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Hidden though unsought
Ran from myself
Still got caught.
Mind, Body, Soul wrought.
Vengeance no longer mine
And yet I insist to ungently reside
Within the "desperate to love or to be" walls of my own heart.
Most continue to disrespect my house
Yes, I live in my heart
I refuse stubbornly to give in or give up
Forcing my belligerent mouth to remain shut.
Gritting my teeth praying to abstain running away.
The displeasing words that knock on the back of the smile; forced
With an impatient desire to allow angry words to spill out, onto the floor, into their eyes until they can't see out.
I will still love them all-despite my incessant desire for it to cease
If only "just barely" were enough.
It feels like that's all they're willing to gift me.
Tolerated!?
I've given what I felt I was given to hold, multiplied by more.
Alone is so cold even with 10 winter coats on.
Fortuna Audaces Iuvat
Trying to remain strong-strong.
My whirling mind assaults the clock that won't stop
Possibly because I feel as I'm perceived. Intuitively.
Not just due to self-definition
Expected only to lie, a true story's falsity
Never believed causing my heart's soul to exude profusely.
It's how it's always been-their denial tastes like reprieve
They just tolerate me, my song on repeat?
"Why can't I feel like I belong?"
I want their truest heart minus their pity.
Categories:
fortuna, absence, abuse, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Worthless lottery ticket!
I blew a pound,
Hoping you would be a winner.
I only used a quid I found,
But I could have spent it
On something wiser.
Worthless lottery ticket!
Should I become a miser?
Stupid lottery ticket!
You won ten quid.
Just three numbers matched.
You’ve done better than the last one did,
But I can’t go on a world cruise.
Maybe my luck will change…
Stupid lottery ticket!
Perhaps the next will be top of the range?
Improving lottery ticket!
You won thirty pounds -
But it sure isn’t a lot:
I can’t buy a big house with grounds.
A bit of luck, but not enough
(Although, I guess it’s better than I’ve had before).
Improving lottery ticket!
Will I ever win more?
Lucky lottery ticket!
Five numbers nets me five grand!
I hoped it would have been ten times that.
Come on, Fortuna, lend a huge hand
And help me match six numbers.
I want a life of ease.
Lucky lottery ticket!
Lady Luck, won’t you help me a little more, please?
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Six numbers at last!
I can leave work and enjoy life,
Being broke belongs in the past,
The world is my oyster now -
I’ve suddenly become handsome with charm and wit!
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Oh, darn – where did I put it?
Categories:
fortuna, hopeme, world, me,
Form:
We are all improbable in our own way,
and who can augur the future?
I never could have laid out my course in advance,
though in looking back it all makes sense,
even if it was me flipping a coin (or if somebody flipped it for me).
Hindsight smooths the probabilistic waves,
and here I sit, having cast the coin,
having had the coin in pocket,
having gotten change at an early age,
the cashier having had a drawerful of metal,
the mint having stamped to its heart's content,
the metallurgists having had their smiles,
the miners having ground fault wiles,
the cosmos having performed admirably, elementally.
Here I sit, tonight's chautauqua taking place in a goblet of garnet, yea - a very phrontistery of fuchsia. Far be it from me to understate the euphonious manner in which the cork leapt from the bottle, the Olympian olfactory embrace, the bathykolpian brand of this elixir. The wind outside the window - what is it telling me? Am I entangled, unawares, in my ebullience, a ptarmic influence in the decoction escaping my notice? Am I blind to the greater reality, my words falling like amaurotic husks to the ground? Or, that given ground, does it emit the mephitic essence? Is this the supernatural revenge of some aspect of the wine's terroir, rendering the drinker typhlotic to the usufruct of this very forum, to an iatrogenic principle at work? Are we held at bay by external sternutatory Influence, all our self-reliant suppositions trumped by errhine externals?
Here I sit, wondering if 'tis no more than the contest of the Ego, Superego, and Id, grinding against one another in tribologic sculpting. Or is a spiteful, chthonian influence at work, stemming from that same terroir? Can the wine be blamed? Can we cry out, apotropaically, to rescue ourselves? Are conscious forces arrayed against us, or are we our own worst enemy? Is there a soil/soul for a wine? And is it only a fancy of Fortuna that I sit here tonight, deterministic tendrils floating around me in a manner that threaten my assumptions? Am I free of myself, or is there no such thing as such freedom? In the end, do all things come to one? Obfuscatory clarity - yes, I know, and peace won't sleep in the transparent bottom of my glass.
Categories:
fortuna, addiction, drink, earth, wine,
Form:
Prose
I’m visiting ‘Casa Del Back Garden’
it’s a beautiful place I must say,
I‘ll potter about in my greenhouse
for safety it’s at home we must stay
Despite us being on lockdown
we’ve got enough food to eat,
So I get busy in ‘Gran Kitchena’
and I’ll cook up a real tasty treat
My holiday doesn’t ‘Costa Fortuna’
as we’ve been told that we cannot roam,
so I’ve created a virtual vacation
but in truth there’s no place like home!
We were due to be going to Edinburgh next week of course its all cancelled due to CV so i am having a holiday at home.
05/09/20
Categories:
fortuna, home, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Sleeping atop a Mountain
Far from Greenwood village
enthralling people of Folly
Under calamity
Thou Doesn’t notice
Thou Do not take notice of
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
veiled as Travelers
Believe they’re always here
So pay Heed and forever be benevolently
And Fortuna pursue thee
provide them with Strife
They will show Thee
what adversity
fills our world
Light-Hearted-Ale
Intoxicated trickery
singing blissfully
Awaiting Audience, Wait and see
shown Thy Hospitality
With Bread and Cheese
O' Morgan ap Rhys
Play the Harp so Enchantingly
All Will dance
Until death bestowed
following the Revenging road
Abuse the will
Of The Unseen
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution
Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment
Curses Evil
For In the Night
All Will Disappear
Categories:
fortuna, adventure, allegory, angst, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
Briana it's so hard to think, you were so young.
Grown up, a young lady now, where has the time gone?
Your Success, allowed you to fly around the world.
So beautiful and smart, an Executive girl.
Climbing up the ladder you met all your goals, Yes!
You're at the top one percent, you're one of the best!
A humble person you are, you would never brag.
So forgive me for sharing your life, enough said.
Today is your birthday, the first day of Winter.
We send Feliz Cumpleanos, Wishing for her.
First, Judy, Rusty the Kitty, Tavi G, Gaston, Ashley, Taylor, Jordan and I sing.
Happy, Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy birthday Dear Briana.
Happy birthday to you!
May all your wishes come true.
Succeed, in all you do,
and may the Good Lord keep blessing You.
Happy Birthday Dearest Briana.
From all of us who love you.
Giacomo
Fortuna
(Rene')
(Anais)
from Heaven above
Gustavo
Elena
Brandon
Michael Rene
Gaston
Judy
Ashley
Jordan
Taylor
Tavi G
Rusty
Louie
Gabby
Feliz Cumpleanos
Spanish Phrase
meaning happy
birthday...
Categories:
fortuna, birthday, niece,
Form:
Rhyme
Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.
Categories:
fortuna, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
absinthe…
not absent this proof
the ascend of spirits grande
fairies greene as flowers bland
pour from a bottle
three in hand
“goddess of the hunt”
a drink most beautiful
origins Callisto
of generations purposeful
a papyrus recorded
medicinal
and magical
a cold mix of elixir
in measured vapors…
delicious escapes
as the favored
Demeter
do you agree…
of my muse
news better
of the bitters used
or do you resist
in the kiss of Mead
indeed
the nature of things
in a pleasurable state
for material brings
of the being fortuna
a corona by name
in a date of Chance
and it was there
hear
where they danced
Categories:
fortuna, health, nature,
Form:
Do we come upon a time
in life,
only to find ourselves, again,
drifting, in and out?
And then, perhaps, find a door...
that may have been there
all the while...
in the midst, thereof?
And do we contemplate some power,
greater than our own resistance,
and come upon those greener pastures...
we've been searching for?
And just a while longer,
do we create...
our precious diamond
in the ruff?
A diamond, in the end,
from our own struggles to survive,
that we may find...
somewhere?
And from our labors,
do we become some architecht, perhaps,
of our own fortune,
or mis-fortune?
Matisse will say...
forget the past!
Get on with your own way...
in the time of life.
If only to embrace,
that freshness...
from our instincts,
and imagination!
And what about those hidden values...
we pursue?
Would there be a trifle left,
perhaps?
O Fortuna!
Categories:
fortuna, butterfly, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Classicism
Holy and angelic
prays and sings
base and irreverant souls
struggling human bodies
compulsive and obsessive
haunted and consumed
in dark and light
sad and joyous
bland and passionate
rising and falling
loving and hating
ugly and beautiful
living and dying
found and lost
rich or poor
man and woman
in the torrent
of soul and flesh
called to heaven
or hell
kneel
pray
time
choose.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5b7tgkdFH0
Carl Orff - O Fortuna
from the Carmina Burana collected poems
Categories:
fortuna, body, dark, evil, life,
Form:
Blank verse
His hands are folded softly in his lap
To better handle troubles bearing down.
Fortuna comes, but will she pause to rap,
To offer balm or ease a troubled frown?
To better handle troubles bearing down,
He rises up and makes a solemn pledge
To offer balm or ease a troubled frown
For those, like him, just sitting on the edge.
He rises up, and makes a solemn pledge.
Still wondering, what will tomorrow bring
For those like him, just sitting on the edge?
A peace will come with fear in shackled rings.
Still wondering. What will tomorrow bring?
Fortuna comes but will she pause to rap?
A peace will come! With fear in shackled rings
His hands are folded softly, in his lap.
What Will Tomorrow Bring?
By: Dean Wood
6/8/2017
Pantoum
1st Place
Pantoum Form: What Will Tomorrow Bring Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
fortuna, hope,
Form:
Pantoum
Orchard tree, spotted
outside our bedroom window -
round and green ornaments,
thrown to the ground, delicious,
in my apple-knocker* pie. lifted
off Autumnal floor, sliced with lemon, cinnamon,
and a beginner’s grin.
never gave thought to the old couple -
the tree’s provision, the hammer and nail
pounding the contoured foam
in a wood frame,
for changing baby,
onto the dresser that would become ours.
that pie and the neighbor’s salmon
(my first taste) - we were like pioneers
in Fortuna. Another neighbor
on this block of rentals,
a young couple who watched our daughter
for a millisecond,
offered up brownies -
i’d not take a bite of the apple,
metaphorically speaking,
as Eden did enough damage -
this sailor would resist the weeds,
drawn instead to the aromatic waft
coming from the oven
and the nestle of a powdered infant.
like the flawed granny apples,
our family life begins
by savoring what life brings -
it’s imperfections in others,
in us…our own sins find us.
true, we found the sky above us,
also - our knees on holy ground,
through the formidable years.
7/2/2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
*rustic
Categories:
fortuna, food, life,
Form:
Free verse