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Apologies, that title line
Is not intended to cause harm.
Exactly what Saint Peter saw,
This, heaven's vision, was no charm.
A sheet descending from the sky,
By its four corners, lifted high,
And slowly, then did it descend.
It was laid flat upon the earth.
It teemed with reptiles, beasts, and birds,
A voice said, "Peter, rise, kill, eat."
But Peter said, "Lord, by no means,
I won't eat common or unclean."
The voice was heard a second time,
"What I, the Lord, have declared clean
You would do well to not decry."
Then, yet again, the voice did chime.
And just as quick as it appeared
It was withdrawn back in the air.
While Peter, inward was perplexed,
A knock was sounded at the door.
Inquiring for Simon within,
Cornelius, seems, sent these men.
So Peter said, "Why do you come?
I am the one you're looking for."
Said they, "Our lead, Cornelius,
An upright and God-fearing man,
An angel told to visit you
That you might join him at his house,
So he could hear what you might say."
And so they went upon their way
With Simon Peter now in tow.
What God prepared, he did not know,
But once arrived, the words just flowed.
"With you all Roman, I, a Jew,
Cannot associate with you,
But now I truly understand
That God has declared all are clean
For that is what the vision means.
He simply asks that you do right,
And what's acceptable to him.
That you believe He sent his Son.
That, though they nailed him to a tree,
God raised him up for you and me,
And from our sins has set us free.
That all who call upon His name
Abide for all eternity."
Though Peter still was sharing this,
The Holy Spirit fell on them
And all attending were amazed
For on the Gentiles, Spirit rained.
Then they were baptized, one and all
And for two days, Peter remained.
(from Acts 10)
CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS
Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
I hate. I love.
You ask, 'Why not refrain?'
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.
2.
I hate. I love.
Why? Heavens above!
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.
3.
I hate. I love.
How can that be, turtledove?
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.
Catullus CVI: 'That Boy'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
See that young boy, by the auctioneer?
He's so pretty he sells himself, I fear!
Catullus LI: 'That Man'
This is Catullus's translation of a poem by Sappho of Lesbos
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I'd call that man the equal of the gods,
or,
could it be forgiven
in heaven,
their superior,
because to him space is given
to bask in your divine presence,
to gaze upon you, smile, and listen
to your ambrosial laughter
which leaves men senseless
here and hereafter.
Meanwhile, in my misery,
I'm left speechless.
Lesbia, there's nothing left of me
but a voiceless tongue grown thick in my mouth
and a thin flame running south...
My limbs tingle, my ears ring, my eyes water
till they swim in darkness.
Call it leisure, Catullus, or call it idleness,
whatever it is that incapacitates you.
By any other name it's the nemesis
fallen kings, empires and cities rue.
Catullus 1 ('cui dono lepidum novum libellum')
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
To whom do I dedicate this novel book
polished drily with a pumice stone?
To you, Cornelius, for you would look
content, as if my scribblings took
the cake, when in truth you alone
unfolded Italian history in three scrolls,
as learned as Jupiter in your labors.
Therefore, this little book is yours,
whatever it is, which, O patron Maiden,
I pray will last more than my lifetime!
Catullus XLIX: 'A Toast to Cicero'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Cicero, please confess:
You're drunk on your success!
All men of good taste attest
That you're the very best—
At making speeches, first class!
While I'm the dregs of the glass.
Keywords/Tags: Catullus, Latin, English Translation, Rome, Roman, hate, love, pain, man, boy, Cicero, novel, book, books, god, gods, heaven
It’s Howdy Doody Time!
It’s Howdy Doody Time!
If you know this rhyme so nifty,
Your childhood was probably in a fifty.
Remember the advertisers promoting color TV?
This was when we all had black and white, you and me.
Howdy had forty-eight freckles representing each state of the USA.
Watching him on the tube was what most of us did every day.
Remember Buffalo Bob, Howdy’s Sidekick?
He amused all of us children, he was honest, not slick.
We bought Wonder bread, because they spouted that it was good muster.
Most of us wanted the ballots they printed, to vote for Phineas T. Bluster.
Chief Thunderthud and Chief Featherman kept us honest, us kids.
J. Cornelius Cobb, the shopkeeper kept clowns on the skids.
If you remember anything, this one chant should be incredibly clear.
Let's give a rousing cheer, because Howdy Doody is here!
Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in
laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child
sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment
on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”
A dream remnant floated in the air
A spellbinding way to entice new lovers
A myriad of emotions flooded Cornelius as he
Caressed his true love faerie, Flora
Eternally grateful to find her, he sat back
Admiring her neck, the exact color of his prettiest
Most aromatic roses
The young lovers bathed in a fresh birdbath
Tantalizingly fun
All melancholy gone, Cornelius was
Captivated and enchanted by his lady love.
The bud of a weeping almond tree floated gently down,
Gliding onto the top of the water.
The night was tranquil.
Only the moon spied on them
There was a whisper of a breeze
His love song came out,
He knew he would never love like this again
As he took Flora into his arms and began to dance.
We desperately need your help...we have no light in the dark.
We are to young for voice...sometimes all bite and no bark.
We get pushed aside...and usually forgotten.
We just need a chance...we're not all rotten.
We come from all over...we are too many to count.
Our Mommies didn't want us...our burden was too high an amount.
We all search for hope...in pieces and bits.
We have been left unwanted...a bunch of misfits.
Please reach out and help us...don't let them forget.
God brought you here to help us...his love we all get.
We've been split up and broken...separated by state.
We pray that somebody will want us...until then we just wait.
Like Yukon Cornelius...and Charlie in the box.
We make up this group of misfits...of whom nobody talks.
Please give us a voice...make sure that we're heard.
We pray that you hear us...go forth with our word.
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
Roman dignity, what has happened to it all?
This month of March has been something to appall.
I cannot believe our esteemed senators
could possibly become murderous conspirators.
The body of our beloved Gaius Julius
lies bloodied and mutilated before us.
What an act so dastardly and atrocious!
Among the murderers are Marcus Brutus.
Included is his brother-in-law Cassius Longinus.
Another assassin is Servilius Casca.
You also tell me there is Lucius Cornelius Cinna.
How diseased and decrepit is this body politic!
Graft and corruption have ravished the republic!
This murder will lead to acts that are more terrible.
Further bloodshed and civil war appear inevitable.
The Lord is always there
listening to our every prayer
he is for us every single day
and hears every word that we say
he listens when we are happy
he listens when we are sad too
whatever the situation he will
always be waiitng to listen to you
he will bend towards you
with his ears open wide
as he helps you as he stays by your side
the Lord will be in your waking and as you rest
he ehars your prayers and will answer
in a way that's going to give you the best. Amen.
1 peter 3 vrs 12 The eyes of the Lord watch over those who do right,
and his ears are open to their prayers.
psalm 17 vrs 6 I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God.
Bend down and listen as I pray.
Acts 10 vrs 30 0 Cornelius replied, “Four days ago I was praying in my house about this same time, three o’clock in the afternoon. Suddenly, a man in dazzling clothes was standing in front of me. 31 He told me, ‘Cornelius, your prayer has been heard, and your gifts to the poor have been noticed by God!
2 chronicles 31 vrs 27 Then the priests and Levites stood and blessed the people, and God heard their prayer from his holy dwelling in heaven.
Amen
Emily Dickinson: Drove He Knew Haste
It was like a day like no other,
a day like so many before this,
college bell rang like a high school bell,
a bell like so many that bother.
Cornelius a friend, Bethany,
his friend, Tyra her friend, then there's Schell,
everybody's friend, and of course Mike,
he is the driver with a bad knee.
He revs the engine, repaid with stares,
he backs up into a bush and bike,
scars his frame, the bike is his brother
gives the once over, shows that he cares.
Driving hastily, Tyra then scream,
Michael look on, car roll in a stream,
Corn, Beth, and Ty, all in a wet dream,
Whilst Mike, Schell and I, all swim downstream.
2020 February 19
Rhyme Scheme;
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Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 9 syllables per = 144 syllables total