Short Vita Poems
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Living musicians compose
Dead musicians decompose
The title is Latin for:
'Art is long; life is short'
If all there is…
—is all there is
(then)
All you can do…
—is all you can do
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Listening to James Ladyman
One life,
one tiny light to shine in our allotted hour
a single strutting chance upon the stage
a single line writ large upon the page,
a chance to love, to live, to give
and what is more,
one entrance and one exit, no encore
Poets see verse in every moment
beauty with every look
Pain for every step misplaced
scars that words prebook
Poets see light within the darkness
music in the dread
Hope when wishes cross the line
—life to those once dead
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
Resounding heartbeat of the winds,
Resounding sounds of screams,
I hear their need for peace,
But I guess that's only me,
The trees topple like nothing holds them in their place,
And I just cry,
Tears stream down my face.
Life is hard,
But life is good,
La Bella Vita,
I love you.
(from The John Poems)
Transplant my heart;
I need it no more,
And remove my libido too.
Neither’s required
For this life I live,
Useless as love for you.
Lobotomize
The caring part
Of my overheated brain.
Then proceed to excise
The urge to dream.
I’ll never love again.
Form:
Goodbye does not only mean to part
It may also mean a brand new start
Leaving behind the bitter memories of yesterday
For a new world had come to stay
The wave of goodbye may be bitter
For not all things stay forever
But the cuddle of welcome is sweet
And the best of things awaits
February 12, 2023
Vita Contemplativa
We do not live our lives in the now but remember
it as a passed and what we did not do when the past
was now and disappeared as an ant`s breath
as there is only one beginning- birth- we are shackled
to the past we didn`t choose but was pushed on us as
we had no ability to anything in the now
They nagged him till he'd had enough.
His one remaining joy was snuff.
Beyond the post that ends his race
he has found a better place.
This is no time to joke or laugh
but to write his epitaph.
Art is long but life is short.
I lack the time to more report.
Short and snappy were his days,
short therefore to him my praise.
Ars est longa,
vita brevis.
Art is immortal.
Art is infinite.
Pictograms tell a story,
of Man that have past.
Terra cotta pots and cuneiforms,
Depicts their details of Lives.
Paintbrushes and canvases,
bring history alive.
Statues of stone or metal,
Remind us of the legacies,
That people left behind.
Art is history,
And forever it will be,
The story of Life
as we see it.
In the deepest hole;
My hand raises the soul;
In the darkest night;
My torch bears the light.
In the midst of despair;
My kindness upholds the fair;
In the cruelest sorrow;
My salvation is a better tomorrow.
My name, your refuge;
My love, flowing deluge;
My home, your sanctuary;
My river, single estuary.
I am the way;
The itinerary of everyday;
I am the life;
The passion ending strife;
I am the truth;
The wisdom set forth.
On the grounds of Kongo dya Ntotila
Monte Kibango saw you born
O fearless daughter that quiet talks
Nganga Marinda of Mwana Kongo´s clan
In “Antonianism“ your belief was let known
To the dogmas of the Catholic faith, you were contrary
“Heretic!” - To death the clergy condemned thee
On life, at the fire that burned much
Still, your goodbye was sincere
Now, in deep sleep
Crowned laurels, in eternal glory
Rest forgotten of the filthy settler