A
drybrush
tempora-
producing white
out
Tribute to Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
Categories:
tempora, art,
Form: Lanterne
Never can dreaded oppressive oblivion
Order the blotting out of parents’ legacy poured into
Soul and heart of mine with memories so precious
Testifying faithful fellowship, forever triumphant
Affirming love, affectionately prevalent amidst nostalgia
Lingering in family bonds, beyond the temporal
Glowing against departure toward eternity --- bringing
Influence upon goodness’ impact, smiting “missing you” ennui
Cheering by God’s grace* along home-sweet-home lyric.
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
December 3, 2020
3rd place, "ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 1/9/2021.
Categories:
tempora, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Acrostic
Demiseville, USA
Karen, a vivacious redhead, she.
Looked in the mirror and spotted
three gray hairs.
"O tempora, O mores,"she declared
Off to her attorney in defeat,
Signing papers in the summer heat.
Off to buy an expensive coffin,
With a compartment to put her best
Friend, the iPhone in!
Rushes home to give away favorite
Figurines and beloved Books,
The Grim Reaper she awaits at
Her ivy covered gate.
She created this insane scene...
All of her own desparate making.
Diseases with a passion she seeks to
find and does.
Suffering so needlessly in her mind.
With poisonous elixirs.
Walgreens, she believes, cures all ills.
She refused to learn Hippocrates lesson.
"Let food be your medicine, and medicine
be your food. "
Let Karen be a lesson to us all.
Live joyfully in this day.
Live life, stop, please, stop, planning
our final curtain call.
Panagiota Romios
3/11/2019
* O, Temopra, O Mores*
Cicdro said this. Meaning "oh the Times, oh the customs."
Categories:
tempora, death, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
I took my grandson to the barbershop today . Tonight is prom night so very special i must say.
As I sat and looked around expressionless faces was all that could be found. All about gazing into their iPhones and androids it was engough to pop a hemorrhoid.
O tempora o mores as Cicero would say is this what our world has become today.
The ability to converse has become almost remedial. One day i fear our tongues will become vestigial.
Categories:
tempora, america,
Form: Blank verse
A house divided can not stand. This thought was hailed by greater men but I feel these words need to be said once again.
Can we not find common ground to be a nation resolute and proud?
Our universities once fertile for debate if you speak out it will be you who they will castigate.
O tempora o mores did Cicero exclaim is it the child parents of the past raised in rebellion are they to blame.
We are not perfect and never will be but we live in a nation that allows us to be more than our grasp because we are free.
Let us stop this new speak and microaggression, our safe space, all of this only retards our progression.
We are a nation born of adversity, let us rejoice in our inalienable diversity
A hours divided cannot stand.
Categories:
tempora, political,
Form: Blank verse
DEMOCRACY.
Hats off to Demosthenes!
Democracy, Democracy,
But...
In Australia,
Bit of a failure,
Forced to vote for politicians...
We elect politicians,
We need leaders of power and vision,
Not talking heads on the television!
Compelled to vote in a democracy?
Still our lucky country,
O tempora, O mores!
Democracy, Democracy,
Hats off to Demosthenes!
Categories:
tempora, allusion, angst, confusion, leadership,
Form: Free verse
This poem was written near the end of the Bush administration.
O Tempora! O Mores! My good friends!
These last injurious years we endured
Under another feckless George will end
Soon. We suffered immensely rest assured.
O Tempora! O Moses! What is this
Nation coming to? No Philippic words
Can ease the angst. Let us not reminisce
Those years. What's past is past. Let's look forward.
Oh, the times! Oh, god help us! Give us strength
To overcome the damage done by him.
Bear in mind his influence will, at length
Be gone. In six months we shall sing this hymn:
We praise the lord for this land of plenty
Ridding us of George Bush and Dick Cheney.
Categories:
tempora, political
Form: Sonnet
A
drybrush
tempora-
producing white
out
Tribute to Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
http://www.museumsyndicate.com/item.php?item=15621
Categories:
tempora, art, people
Form: Lanterne