Best Lat Poems

Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, born at the close,
defeat your only destiny.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, sometimes the strong
are chosen to fight the hopeless wars.

You began to lose before...

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Going on a tram to Lattes*,
the tram rails winding this and that,
but first, Montpellier was seen.
Tall buildings, cream and white,
and the sight of seagulls
near bright...

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Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be...

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Nathaniel Bains was a kindly man but had little brains
He was as skinny as a lat
Lived in a small country village
And a bird nested in...

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remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris

with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be...

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The Snowflake That Sank The Titanic

It all begins with a single snowflake
(Each one in itself is unique)
Brought about through evaporation,
And returned by the force of...

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The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought...

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FLAGELLUM
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(A somnambulistic drama in four acts)

Actors:

Jean-Paul Marat; 
Charles Barbarou;
Charlotte Corday;
1st Philosopher;
2nd Philosopher;
The Commentator’s Voice.

Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; 
Marat sits...

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my love, into thy hands I trust my heart,
for you to keep it safe, away from tears,
until the day when we shall be apart,
when we'll...

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seeds of paradise
sowed in the palm of my dream
gave birth to rainbows...
i was given wings of light
to fly among memories...


fas (lat.) - fate...

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Dead Memories


Do you miss me?
Who are you?
Do you still love me?
Why do you ask?
Do you still think I'm wonderful?
I do not know 
Am I how...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were...

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Beatrice:  Tu miri a la funestia de l'austeria 
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Beatrice Discerno in te come s'agona 
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