Best Quam Poems
*1 Thessalonians 5:16-17 (NKJ)
“Singulis diebus studeam meliorem esse hominem quam heri fui." Latin for
"Each day I strive to be a better person than I was yesterday." ~The Poet ~
Some mountains seem impossible to climb
The summit is always reached one step at a time.
Let me tell you that when there is a specific goal we seek
We must clear our mind of just two days of the week.
Yesterday with its sorrows, worries and mistakes
Just erasing it from your mind is all it takes.
Tomorrow literally does not exist yet, for any one.
Few things are guaranteed except for the rising of the sun.
We cannot say for sure what will happen, we have no control.
Tomorrow’s are our future, unknown if we’ll reach our goal.
Consider today when deciding how our efforts are placed.
Don’t let yesterday and tomorrow become interlaced.
No sense regretting yesterday and fearing tomorrow.
This will most likely lead to continuing sorrow.
Today is the day that needs your attention.
Keep it optimistic without any dissension.
The Bible states it is God’s will to rejoice always.*
Enriching not only our lives, spreading joy for all ‘todays’.
Living a life that’s true to yourself, letting today be all the more.
Yesterday is over, Tomorrow God has it’s key, Today has the floor.
Categories:
quam, life,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Advents diffusion crossing the nighttimes
Eclectically assembled sky....
Paragons cardinal moment amid this
The Masterstrokes ~
Brushing such as these, millennial stars!?
Daeothisis, turning gently pensives kaleidoscope in
Jurisdictions palette of hand....
Sine qua nons, plus quam perfectums
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Didactic, school of art ~
Categories:
quam, art, faith, life, love
Form:
Free verse
Matris Dei caeli et terrae
Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es
In quo mihi quotidie cupit
Veni ad me saties gratiarum
Illud etiam nunc in omnibus!
Solium tuum perstat in caelo
Nemo potest vincere.
Tempore evertens tua potentia est
Quisque subsunt sua.
Radix est ante saecula,
*****non capere potest.
Tua auctoritas ambit omnia,
Nemo potest ponere terminum.
Your essentia et esse est infinita,
Non est qui semper superstes potest!
O mater dolor
Exaudiat te genuit
Terra autem occiderunt vos
Per tuum, et vivam dolor in terra
Donec requiescat in sinu tuo?
Categories:
quam, birth, devotion, earth, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
screen est vestis
stares adversus referre
fastidium tuum---
loquitur nisi ad te
integer elit,
quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare,
nondum est ipsum suum &
quod est horologium ticking
& circa angulum rectum opus die tommorow
scis,
somnus corporis necessitatibus
reliqui corporis necessitatibus
se ab illa corporis necessaria pulls screen
(fed melius ire ad sustentationem a piece of opus in sacculo,
quam inanem animum inside) ---
sed plus interiorem hominem,
una vis impress
ratione cuius
tu creasti ad splendorem
clarissimis quasi stellae in caelo
cuius lucis te acervum images & verborum
clausus sicco sol
accedit quod cum tot horas omnia asserere conatus tuos
inlido
tibi
sicut
a
bug---
sed actum est descriptis & tardus
incipio super asperges digitos keys
dum modo illa memoriae tradiderunt.
Categories:
quam, life,
Form:
Free verse
I was buried fifteen years ago.
During that ferocious Harmattan-
And the call of Beelzebub's ban.
How I baked beneath the Earth!
And went for days, famished and unfed.
Now I start to understand
That there are more souls at the devil's bail
Than at Heaven's command-
When I stared at Lucifer in the eyes
I saw the dark joy in his smiles:
Then he took my putrefying hands,
Kissed them and whispered through his fangs:
'''Homines perfectionis perdidisse
In caelo non sunt reversi.
Isque, si eorum peccatis,
Non erit hic spatium
quia in novissimis temporibus.
Quam luctus in caelum!'''
And as the worms dropped from my chest
And the flesh burnt like pest
I felt within me that emptiness and cold
As a power seized my quakery soul.
Categories:
quam, conflict, confusion, death,
Form:
Ballade
You watch it haste and watch it fly,
Why try espy it flashing by?
Now you see it, now you don't,
Then you heard it ~ now you won't.
First, it's here and then it's gone,
Much the same for everyone.
Like a cloud high in the air
Glance once more and it's not there.
Like a bubble drifting past,
Though you know it cannot last.
A tranquil breeze, the bubble stops ~
Attempt to touch! the bubble pops.
Where it stems from no one knows;
No one sees to where it goes.
You know it's there but you can't find...
As not a trace it leaves behind.
But man can't beat this mighty force,
To try and try he'll fail, of course;
He'll never grasp the wheres and whys
Quam tempus fugit ~ how time flies!
Categories:
quam, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Assuring a zig-zagging zebra a zinc zim-bam-boo
without cash, is so brash! As then you will have to give two.
Insuring a zoo master a zebra might rim-ram-roo
Practically tantamount to mashing a crashing bamboo.
As if you need any more trouble, my quim-quam-quaroo.
On your dash I shall lash a mashed mangled measly mad macaroo.
A sillier more gnashy poem I could try to get you.
But first let me throw in some trash, and a rash for us two.
Categories:
quam, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Light Verse
In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.
Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.
In pratis aureis, ubi flores saltant,
Rhythmos in dulci somno congregabo.
Odor jasmini, aura mitis,
Arcana flatus inesse susurro.
Cum metaphoris vividis, caelum depingam,
Siderum symphoniam in habitu concors.
Earum tremulas melodias, coetus caelestis,
Ignem aeterni desiderii excitabunt.
E profunditatibus incognitis, animam extraham,
Arcana solvam, spiritus integrabo.
Per gaudium et dolorem, triumphum et desperationem,
Aperiens sensus, sine timore communicabo.
Humana miseria, thema aeternum,
Hae versus decorabunt, vividus rivus.
Cum misericordia et compassione, calamus meus fluat,
Revelans veritates subditas penitus.
Per fabulas antiquas et narrationes fabulosas,
Heroes dierum antiquorum excitabo.
Eorum virtus et sapientia, in aeternum sculpta,
In poeticis stanzae, in perpetuum conservata.
Ab altissimis montibus ad latissimos oceani sinus,
Perambulabo terrae spatia, longe lateque.
Verbis ut navis, maria navigabo,
Narrationes aperiens cum clavibus infinitis.
In echo risus, lacrimarum retentarum,
Historiae patheticae suum nexum invenient.
Melodiae vitae, tam lenes quam clamosae,
Cantabunt carmina sua adoranti multitudini.
Quot verbum scriptum est, universum floret,
Infinite possibilitates, extra aulas nostras.
Nam in regno carminis amplexus,
Mundus expergitur, ornatu gratiae.
Hoc ergo carmen fiat testimonium verum,
Potentiae verborum, magiae quam efficiunt.
Nam in his versibus, studio compositis,
Inest poema maximum, oceanus aeternus.
Categories:
quam, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Written: June 12, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
Quote "Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. Translation" While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future."-Roman Poet Horace.
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We are fortunate to have the gift of time,
You can't foresee what may occur tomorrow.
So, each day, we should have a solemn rhyme,
Living daily to avert a slippery path is hollow.
Don't wait and worry over every strife,
Leverage any opportunity to bear action.
Each of us must step out and discover life,
To fulfill our desires and reach satisfaction.
When you reckon wisely, goodness will arise,
Negative ideas tend to exacerbate woe.
Face odds that lie ahead with comprise,
Rather than just merging amidst the flow.
Time is squandered on procrastination,
Carelessly discarding instances undone.
When it comes to straightforward relations,
There is still plenty of time for leisurely spun.
A cosmic present, the current moment,
It's something to appreciate and embrace.
Opportunity prevails, yet they are opponents,
Regardless of the challenges that lie in place.
Categories:
quam, appreciation, day, wisdom,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Moonbeams spun on cobwebs
laced through with dew.
Daybreak bugles
then burgles
as light enters its brazen domain.
Old Horace
wakes from his untidy cot;
an uncertain pause, then:
carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero,
for cobwebs, like tomorrow, are frail
and this day is a blade
to seize as you may.
Categories:
quam, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
(A holy man speaks in Latin)
Cito est illud tempus quo nemo non potest amplius currere et abscondere
Nullae altae cuniculis aut altis muris te servabunt
Deus enim venit in lucem, quam semel dedit
Nocentius verum pudoris ambulationem cognoscet
Cum concentu detestabili clamores intentionum
Ubi quisque bene servatum nomen suum clamat
Nunc sanguine et dolore ablue
Iustitia et poena soli erunt clamoribus qui implent aerem
Animae vulneratae in ignominiam plangunt
Hoc multoties ante factum est
Et iterum hanc gloriosam ianuam tenebo
Omnes nocentes grave pretium solvet
Iis qui nummum aureum accipiunt in quacunque forma nova
Munus vel quidlibet aliud, quod alios mittunt ad immolandum
Corrupti acolythi aliquid tam vetus
Quod non potest esse nisi unum judicium, quod semper praedictum est
Omnes tristes animae, quae libenter AnitiChristo servire voluerunt
Sub gladio Christi merentur poni
Copyright John Duffy
Translation
That time is soon coming when no one can no longer run and hide
No deep tunnels or high walls will save you
For God is coming for a light he once gave you
The guilty shall know the true walk of shame
With a symphony of hateful cries of intent
Where everyone shouts out their once well-kept name
Now awash with blood and pain
Justice and punishment will be the only screams that fill the air
As their wounded souls lament in shame
This has happened many times before
And once more I'll hold open this glorious door
All the guilty will pay a heavy price
For those who take a golden coin in whatever new form
A bribe or anything else as they send others out to be sacrificed
Corrupted acolytes of something so old
That there can only be one judgement as it's always been foretold
That all those sad souls who willingly chose to serve The AnitiChrist
Deserve to be put under the sharp sword of Christ
Copyright John Duffy
Categories:
quam, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme