Best Ubi Poems
The Plea, Heal Me After All That I Have Been Through
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
Since that summer, time and love have both flown
Your tender heart knows not how I have grown,
And my past ways now do truly disown,
Among winter's weeping and dying leaves
Lives a broken soul that so deeply grieves,
Its prayers begging from above, reprieves,
Now that days too oft resembles dark nights
Moon balks, refusing to alter its sights,
My darkness absolute, I cry for lights,
You a true goddess so wondrously made
To see again, anything I would trade,
Alas! Pray I your image will not fade,
Your exaltation, weeping spirit weaves
From dreams of touch that never deceives,
For greatest of hope, this mortal believes,
Good things come to he who faithfully waits
begging love's rewards, not tempting dark Fates,
to deny true love again before the Pearly Gates,
O' goddess, mercy please return to me
Without you I am as a dying tree,
A ship in a dark and deserted sea,
Look upon this wretched dishearten man
For truth in your love restore if you can,
Holding you once more, has been my plan,
These many decades heart has deeply bled
Holding memories of our nights instead,
Now abandoned I feel entombed and dead,
Return your love lost before I perish
For no other beauty do I cherish,
End my torment that is so nightmarish,
Let true romance gift us our love anew
In heaven's light, be we wedded as two,
Heal me after all that I have been through,
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
R.J. Lindley, November 9- 1979
Tripled Rhymes,
( Words cast from a shattered soul and broken heart )
Note:
This dark into a torn apart heart eats
birthing ravages from deep epic defeats
as day and night hurl grief as falling pain
and I seek that no mortal can attain!
Ubi amor vere mortuis resurrectionem non esse?
Categories:
ubi, art, deep, feelings, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Such is the universal language -
if music is Love,
and if thy deity is indeed Love,
then surely the language of that 1,
that resides inside,
that inner I am,
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard somewhere close
far inside and sung
Such is the universal language,
if music is Love,
and if there is another risen world
dwelling inside the vibrationary fallen heart of all,
to be saved, the universal body of life,
the generations gifted, that water and blood
from the Other 1, well ensconsed, yet,
hidden in plain sight, then what is heard - is not The Word -
but something Other, divine, its notes are not read, yet,
they are sent and heard, the tone felt,
from a vibrationary level far above,
then,
what comes from the inner voice
in time of fast closing closure
when mouths like doors are gasping wide open
to let out their flocks of banished Night Creatures
for better sounds like symphonies
of bioluminescent beings walking the theta waves
to alight on new shores lapping their heavenly beaches
of certainty, then what is heard
is not The Word, as such,
but that, which is The Song
of angels heard, singing the hidden Him
somewhere close inside, that vibration long forgotten,
now entirely felt and seen as understood
such is the universal language of Love
Candide Diderot. ‘24
INRI
Easter
ubi caritas/latin translation.
inri/latin translation. (not the christogram).
Categories:
ubi, i am, love,
Form:
Free verse
On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived.
You can't have all you want
but not having all you need,
it's a pity, unworthy economic being,
don't expect a man plant
growing grains, fruits and juices,
rise to the heights
of your human nature's creator,
make them a gift,
and have as gift
life's gift, for piece of mind,
with our society's work.
Still hunger is a scare,
unconsciously makes you
rushing running hurrying pushing.
Why, ask your god and,
bring the answer down to earth.
Say it to the tall powers
to whom earth belongs to,
what's misery for,
while there is plenty.
Where is my piece of mind
and fulfillment.
Other species await in you,
without sorrow questions
so without negative fellings,
freer about its wellbeing.
Forces of petty power up there
must do what's needed,
powers abstract, unknown,
like the sky,
always as far as started going to it.
Who are they, that stop me,
can't really see them,
I'm changing them
and they remain the same.
A new human being may emerge,
to live life as was meant to be,
effortlessly, with society's work.only.
Categories:
ubi, change, freedom, humanity, money,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Like a statue I want to be,
never have needs,
or stems I want to grow,
heavy with grains and fruits,
a self sustained being,
let us needy hungry not be.
Since the start of time
your destiny was shaped
by your cell's needs,
a petty survival,
worshiping for this,
eating your piece of mind away.
How different it would have been,
if they always came to you
like nature's gift: mother's feed.
If could only mind's needs shaped us,
they are different needs,
of a different destiny,
Never dared look your creator
in the eyes for changing course.
Along with the gods
do for yourself something too.
Metal bodies arms and fingers,
need's daughters, the inventions,
point on me economic being:
have what you need,
not having is not allowed.
Rise to your creator's greatness
make them a gift, a life's gift.
If you can't have all,
it's a pity human race
not to have what you need
nowadays, effortlessly,
with society's work only,
for the piece of your mind
and fulfillment, for a new calmer
human being to emerge.
The search for food made us
warriors and political,
a mind by itself is not such,
has different needs.
Nerve cells are driving us
and learned logic can't stop them.
Stop them without a lift of a finger.
"A Basic Income is an income
unconditionally granted to all o
n an individual basis,
without means test
or work requirement"
Categories:
ubi, care, change, giving, humanity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fugax praeter tardisanum,
Cum omnia memento temporis,
Pecunia et potestas,
Famae et gloria,
Illea isti istae ista vero illud magnus?
Que de illea minorus reis,
Un candlae in illea tenebrae,
Un beate catalus ad tuus pedos,
Un bracchium undeque tuus umerous,
Un subrisus in tuus flos amicus faceies?
Ubi voluntas nos be sine ea?
Que de a lodiscis in illea frigoris?
Que de id?
Apud illes lapis.
(Fleeting but slow,
With everything in the moment,
Money and power,
Fame and glory,
Are they really that important?
What about the little things,
A candle in the dark,
A happy puppy at your feet,
An arm around your shoulders,
A smile on your best friends face?
Where would we be without those?
What about a blanket in the cold?
What about it?
Apud illes lapis.)
Categories:
ubi, happiness, philosophy, sad, visionary,
Form:
Free 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:
ubi, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Igbo Sex Words I have observed
Are High-Low Tone steady bearers:
To ‘High-Low’ markedly reserved,
Save in ears of tone-deaf hearers…
All her words for Male Genital
Picked by ears not from hospital
And Females’ one’s ears digital;
To Proof subject in Capital
As though her sex words tactical
Even word for Scrotal Hernia
When pronounced and one’s ears are near:
The word in question her ‘ibi,’
In tone a rhyme with farm’s ‘Ubi’;
Also, her word for ‘The Hip,’
When it drops from one’s testing lip;
The word for “Buttock’ included,
Just her word for ‘Breast’ excluded...
I dare say “Wonderful language,
Since her Sex Words The Sex Act stage,
Before Sex human strength quite high
Like their First Syllables are high
And Ali Baba killed goes low
Just as their Seconds are all low.
Categories:
ubi, education, language, meaningful, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
(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:
ubi, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme