Mundi Poems - Poems about Mundi

we walk alone as the time commends as the need arises as the love fulfills mother of each day’s world I have engaged in intimacies before holding a cat as he died a child with a sore throat sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old going to jail for freeing a pig what seems to be a mistake is often a brave...

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as no person succeeded to hide truths, don't stop to loud your speeches. poem by author. When Prince Musabwa Ngengethe Mundi was 17 years old, he said to people , " as the heir of our family,  I will be the next  ruler and work hard for my people. my death will astonish thousands of folks ...

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When you hear about chivalry Some people can think of revolutionary Others can speak more about bravery and loyalty A fearless leader who can speak the truth loudly While standing among some folks so  majestically. Yes! His majesty King Mussabwa Mundi was always ready to cooperate with people who came to him peacefully. A very...

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The Shadow of Spiritus Mundi; Spiritus Mundi is all about. Yet only dimly upon the dawn. "Skryer! See into then reflection, assist in me!" "Beastly factions dry up oceans of humanity. As the sandstorm blows... straight through me. Belief has become a static thing." Said he; Well then, God will just have to stand up for...

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While rummaging, mining, and distilling me gray matter, stoking mentality activates oft time surprising me, where unexpected novel cognizance never abates, I experienced becoming linkedin with cosmic fates, sans collective unconscious soul of the universe, and chanced to espy, (albeit only a trimmed speck), the spirit of William Butler Yeats considered one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature, where elan suddenly accelerates though immediately abruptly stops dead still in figurative tracks utter...

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Sit Transit Gloria Mundi Rick Folker Our current consumptive culture Salivates over "Tech" and "Cell" and "Screen" That transmits the lurid, pornographic Apocalyptic scenes. We long for the end Of the endless 24/7 hollow info Hoping, even praying that The Moral Arc would start to bend. The dreadful, the destitute in their death throes Are caught by our ever-present lens; The Schadenfreude tourist Documenting the world's worsening woes. We...

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This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns, in the...

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settlement without place; time without wait; the stillness of life in the deep eruptious wild with a world of thought arranging on in rioted lights that swim in the depths of her mouth contented conceptions splurging themselves round and out of their bounds in the filling of absence willing to hand things over my fascination found me captured and now somehow restored motionless to motion led the...

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Theatrum Mundi Theatrum Mundi, derived from the Latin as: “Theater of the World,” was famously incorporated by William Shakespeare for his well-known metaphorical world-view often referred to under the rubric of “All the World’s a Stage,” as it applied to many of his famous romantic themes and works. For me, however, beyond the romance genre...

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the worldly ages will come to and end ...

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This axis mundi, rotates, within and outside the veils I remember walking with you and how we manifested anything we agreed upon leaving us both slackjawed and yet ...

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Let us look to see Nothing we knew before time Disfigured us all What I use to mean I cannot give account for Nor you explain still A function machine Has swallowed us, we go in Awake, out asleep Becoming something We were not meant to pursue It pursues us here No beauty born now Nor beast close to Jerusalem The lamb's long now dead. Frogs despising hawks Out of Egypt...

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