Best Latin Poems
Beautiful, burnished, brilliant
Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy
And now, you come – Artist
Scratching, on my polished mental plate
Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle
Do not soak me in your acidic bath
Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design
Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating
Acid soaks into your carefully drawn lines
The depth of your influence is varied
Teasing a relief by removing your blackened wax
Only to soak me in your iniquitous ink
Here, I must bring it an end. I must stop you - Artist
I must cleanse my mental plate
Chasten long and purposed for that original surface
Until a polished steel-plated revelation
Yes, there, beautiful, burnished, brilliant…perfect, if not for
Your Latin radere
The etchings of your needle
The stain of your ink in my serrations
My effort seems wasted
The vestiges of your ink tainting all that I touch
Now, everything has your art
Like wetted paper onto my mental plate
There I stood, flushed: gripping
a diaphanous pelvis of his guitar,
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his body movement
resembling a twisted weave; the
bossa nova of high timbre frothing scales
of primitive jungle moans,
while Latin hands roll with dizzy
Carribean beats as if Santana
and Jobim grooved with him.
Oh he aches, shakes like a livid soul,
more ravished than refined
in his groping music, my night's balm.
Streams of ‘Oye Como Va’ entice a trance
rippling down my spine, ready
to tug with the accompaniment of
drums and sax; till the last rhapsodic groan
prolongs a dazed jiggle for hips
to leap unto the heat of the sky.
My flesh perspires as I whirl,
unmindful of the exotic rhythm
prancing like a black magic woman!
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10/17/2015
Trashed Poem #3 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
The heat of your breath hitting against me
Firing up my insides...seethingly sexy
Against my neck fascination begins
Bearing your silken Latin mocha skin
Wanton chocolate eyes melt me again
Dozens of synergies and elements connect
None I have had ...ever had this effect
Feeling like a kid :) ...hands in your pocket
Pressing your cool nose against my eye socket... :)
Silly me ....enjoying the simplest fun feeling
Slowly I exhale ...soothingly healing
Cherry wood pops in the fireplace tonight
You craving my passion lust takes it's bite
Complete and rightous I invincibly smile
Kiss me again love, let's mesh for a while....
Take me in the room walk me single file ~
Mojito Conjuring
When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke,
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out for sugar so that
I could learn my true name.
Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,
I could not return to her coven of one
until I had learned that my “Suarez”
meant that I was the son of sugar itself –
the child of wild ingenious devouring
the rows of cane like a dragon.
Now, red-dress bruja breathes out
clouds of tobacco *****,
turns the cigar round and round,
tells me to gather garlic and aurantium oranges
so that the sour and the sucre may jibe
together in me,
and leave me properly christened
for when it is time for me to work,
time for me to sweat,
time for me to sing.
Oday ouyay owknay igpay atinlay?
Ethay irlgay oreway away essdray ofway atinsay.
Away ongsay ofway ovelay eshay angsay osay eetsway,
Idday ouyay enjoyway isthay ittlelay eattray?
It’s not rare ; it’s a common plight..
Best way to start a good fight.
There are a lot of studies about diseases,
Symptoms include coughs and sneezes.
Aches, pains, fever and depression,
Even fetishes and obsession.
These symptoms may include sundry conditions.
Including vomiting, diarrhea and other emissions,
But by far none can cause more pain suffering and miserablearianism,
Than an attitudinalistic condition called Bichyinthemorningtarianism.
Be on guard and keep way clear of that patient please.
It is, after all, a highly communicable disease!
Death tegit et mens impetro lost in tempore.
Desidero labris tuis
Quantum olim Jesus.
Deum nos, sed fieri sentio traditur.
Tulit te sine cogitatione me
Vota
Somnis
Spes esse te
Hopefully, quod futurum esse
I tactus decipiaris
Vestra rideat
Deus me ludos iocosque
Media cadunt
Et somnium somnio
Sed somnis deficeretur
Porrigere I
Sed ne tetigeritis
Commodule me manent
Non flevi
Venio
Erimus sicut speravimus semper, mi.
We'll start from the beginning
A little bit of Ah and Awe
Sound out the consequential consonants
Speak low? Speak up!
Don't forget to roll your R's!
First verbs in present tension
Know your diphthongs and declensions
Vocabulary, adjectives, et, ad nauseam
That doesn't sound right
Did you forget to roll your R's?
Soon we practice in the forum
Painting words with such decorum
Past to present, transitive to direct objects
I object to this torture
Now don't forget to roll your R's..
Are we fluent yet? What?
No you can't give up on the Ovid just yet!
This is ridiculous, why not take Spanish instead of her mother
Good thing you can roll your R's
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This might not fall under Didactic...but I wasn't entirely sure. I'm not an expert.
This is kinda how I feel while taking Latin lessons.
Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear).
– Seneca
About two thousand years ago,
when Quintilianus said it
(at least, that’s who gets the credit),
his paradigm was apropos:
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Garbed in leather, silks, and cotton,
emperors took his words to heart
(at least, they tried to look the part).
While rags for the misbegotten
kept wealth and hoi polloi apart.
Latin lessons soon forgotten
as kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell.
The rich get rich, the poor rebel
all through the Middle Ages rotten,
and the Enlightenment as well.
The New World spawned a tyrant king,
who would rule The Divided States,
fomenting fears with false dictates.
He'd boast that he knew everything,
a claim the test of time negates.
Galumphing loud he’d hit the links,
while flashing flaming orange hair,
and a most massive derriere.
His minions thought it ugly stinks,
but if he knew he didn’t care.
Sometimes he’d putt without his clothes,
few dared tell him he’s forgetful --
those who tried were soon regretful.
For it’s the truth that he most loathes,
and Media makes him fretful.
What is the measure of a man
who walks naked from his tower
while his Party members cower?
Has no patriot in his clan
the spine to speak truth to power?
When pictures in the Press were viewed,
“Fake news!” he’d claim. “This I decree.
I wear fine clothes, as you can see.”
Blame hubris? Blame ineptitude?
Let’s let the judge be history.
So, let us speak of history,
to the feckless that forget it
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Let truth be not a mystery --
give Quintilianus credit!
February 2022
"Latin Lessons" Poetry Contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
latin boogaloo
moves me to euphoric states
of funktified bliss!
A BEAUTIFUL LATIN GIRL
From South America I
Find a girl gifted and
endowed with beauty
My humble Latin woman
Of great and terracious honour
Eyes like a tempest blue sea
So pure and chaste
Like Adriatic sea.
Soft body like dew on
Evergreens Flowers
So clean without blemish
Black hairs like a fur
So long like the Nile
Attractive like a magnet
Thousands heart it melts
A woman filled with intelligence
So calm and meek
Tender like a lamp
Not a peacock
So humble and brave
Oh Latin girl
Naturally endowed
With amazing figure
And enormous melons
That supplies quality nutrients.
Like a juice
With spaces between
Her actions
As shade for whoever
She marries
Angelic Latin shinny girl
Like an ivy
Tall like mount Everest
With head to the sky
She is a Latin girl
Can't you see her beauty
I wish you can get one
A latin girl.
Hot In Havana.
.
It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers
Velvet star-studded night
I was sat enjoying the scene
In a dance bar
As someone played the piano accordion
And guitar
.
Suddenly I was aware of a shapely silhouette
Stood at the door and I was transfixed by what I’d seen
And slowly she sauntered in swaying her hips
As sultry as a feline in her tight figure-hugging backless dress
Figure of a dream the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen
With a red rose tucked in to her glossy raven hair
With eyes that smoldered and could light up the night
And smooth tanned skin and pouting sensual ruby lips
Long legs in fishnet tights
.
Out to thrill and out to kill
All eyes were on the unknown stranger
As she stood poised at the bar
The room filled the ceiling fans spun
As men smoked their Cuban cigars
.
As the room got fuller the heat got hotter
And couples took to the floor
Suddenly out of nowhere
The was stood in front of me
I had seen stood at the door
.
Without a word she grabbed my hand
And led me to the dance floor
My heart was beating so fast
And I was sweating from every pore
Her scent was heavenly and heady
As we swayed and spun around
To the bands delightful sound
Her eyes beckoned me as a siren
To come even closer and hold her tight
Her lips were full sumptuous and pouting
The butterflies inside me were fluttering
And I was melting with euphoric delight
Like a moth to a deadly flame our lips
Almost met then she pulled away
She was just a tease and we could only play her way
Even though I was on fire
Both drenched in sweat
She let me kiss her bare shoulders and long neck
I could taste her perfume
As we swayed across the room
Other men tried to flirt with her
But she only had eyes for me
And I was drowning in ecstasy
.
We were both getting thirsty
So I weaved through the dancing couples
And headed for the bar
Through the haze of smoke from the cigars
When I came back cocktails in hand
She had gone and left the red flower
And a note saying
Thank you love Edwardo
She wasn’t a she
But a man.
.
Peter Dome©©2020.
O, Sapientia, Mistress of Our Soul,
Effulgent glory of eternal light
Spin the wheel of life that you govern
Ordering all within the moonlit night.
O come, fairest Sapientia, lead us into day
With saving hand, on heaven's sacred way.
PUNICA GRANATUM
Yes, in Paradise, Adam and Eve ate pomegranate
No, to apple-etymology - No, to The French "Grenade"
No, more or less 613 seeds (sorry Pharisees and thy 613 Law)
Yes, Malum Granatum, no origin in Carthage, Latin Rome's flaw
(c)Deo, Pomegranates are mentioned in the 4,000 year-old system of healing, AYURVEDA.
If you wish peace...
vis pacem
para bellum...!