Submissions by EleazarSwan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 7:52pm
2nd Dec 2024 7:52pm
Pain & Poetry
Two things are guaranteed in life:
Pain and poetry
In his brightest hour every lover becomes a poet
Until he realizes he loves too much
Then, in his darkest hour, every poem encapsulates his trauma
He is a worm that becomes the cocoon
Silent, solitary and alone
Until the day he finally understands:
It’s not the butterfly that is admired
But the growth that got him there
The butterfly dies, but the cocoon is the treasure of beauty
It it his growth that he strives for, not the prize he receives
His prize is the...
Pain and poetry
In his brightest hour every lover becomes a poet
Until he realizes he loves too much
Then, in his darkest hour, every poem encapsulates his trauma
He is a worm that becomes the cocoon
Silent, solitary and alone
Until the day he finally understands:
It’s not the butterfly that is admired
But the growth that got him there
The butterfly dies, but the cocoon is the treasure of beauty
It it his growth that he strives for, not the prize he receives
His prize is the...
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 7:48am
6th Nov 2024 7:48am
To: the virgin Sophist
#politics
#rhyming
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 2:50am
6th Nov 2024 2:50am
5 November, 2024
Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină,
Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost' pământ!
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See? The oil slips when grasping firm
As stolen bread is what they yearn
Glory? To whom shall I crown thee victor
To whom dost thou belong in turn?
Ah victory, thou shade of mere desire
Who’s chains are forged from th’eternal fire
Thy slaves grow eager day-by-day
To throw their tattered rags away
Put off the sackcloth of thy shame!
My countrymen who know my name
And wear my...
Decât să fim sclavi iarăşi în vechiul nost' pământ!
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See? The oil slips when grasping firm
As stolen bread is what they yearn
Glory? To whom shall I crown thee victor
To whom dost thou belong in turn?
Ah victory, thou shade of mere desire
Who’s chains are forged from th’eternal fire
Thy slaves grow eager day-by-day
To throw their tattered rags away
Put off the sackcloth of thy shame!
My countrymen who know my name
And wear my...
#rhyming
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Nov 2024 3:45am
5th Nov 2024 3:45am
The Parks and the Norris
To those we love, from far away;
Who do their best and love each other:
Let them give ear as love makes way
And may we one day call you “mother”
And may we one day call you “father”
A message:
“I know your fears, I’ve seen your tears
I’ve listened to your silent cry;
Your voice was heard, be quite assured
My love for you will never die”
For just as life is yours to carry
So too are burdens mine to bear;
The songs of angels sing your story!
Their chorus chants are what I share:
“New mercies are on the...
Who do their best and love each other:
Let them give ear as love makes way
And may we one day call you “mother”
And may we one day call you “father”
A message:
“I know your fears, I’ve seen your tears
I’ve listened to your silent cry;
Your voice was heard, be quite assured
My love for you will never die”
For just as life is yours to carry
So too are burdens mine to bear;
The songs of angels sing your story!
Their chorus chants are what I share:
“New mercies are on the...
#courage
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 2:58am
3rd Nov 2024 2:58am
Aa vom fi
Așa vom fi, sub ceruri gri
Chiar singuri, ci lângă dragii noștri
Așa vom fi
Așa vom fim, sub stelele mari
Care ard cu focul care n-apare
Așa vom fim
Și chair așa vom fi, da draga;
Lângă soiurile deosebit de lumină
Da, așa vom fi
O luna mea, așa vom fi
Strălucitoarele voastră ca valuri mai gri
Și chair ca mă leș să te iubesc
Da, draga, așa-m vom fi
Chiar singuri, ci lângă dragii noștri
Așa vom fi
Așa vom fim, sub stelele mari
Care ard cu focul care n-apare
Așa vom fim
Și chair așa vom fi, da draga;
Lângă soiurile deosebit de lumină
Da, așa vom fi
O luna mea, așa vom fi
Strălucitoarele voastră ca valuri mai gri
Și chair ca mă leș să te iubesc
Da, draga, așa-m vom fi
#honesty
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Nov 2024 00:25am
1st Nov 2024 00:25am
Villanelle 5 [a Feast & Proposal]
V: come now, my darling, surely we grow weary of this language that besets the mind with all kinds of thoughts
Me: i never tire of Truth, to my own peril
V: and why should you perish? surely the body must be refreshed from time to time, as the mind needs be
Me: to be sure, yet I honor my mind far greater than my body
V: to what purpose? for as the mind is strengthened by Truth, so the body is strengthened by food
Me: in this you err, thou vile witch; for as the mind is brought into subjection by the investigation of Truth, so the body is brought into subjection by the...
Me: i never tire of Truth, to my own peril
V: and why should you perish? surely the body must be refreshed from time to time, as the mind needs be
Me: to be sure, yet I honor my mind far greater than my body
V: to what purpose? for as the mind is strengthened by Truth, so the body is strengthened by food
Me: in this you err, thou vile witch; for as the mind is brought into subjection by the investigation of Truth, so the body is brought into subjection by the...
#villanelle
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Oct 2024 2:27am
31st Oct 2024 2:27am
Villanelle 4 [Reality & Perfection]
V: come my darling, let us discuss the essence of pain and pleasure
Me: tell me your riddle, and be canid in your speech!
V: your man, Thomas Aquinas wrote a commentary on my man Aristotle in “de anima” many moons ago
Me: yes, I am familiar
V: and your man Dante, in Canto 6 of Inferno explained it better
Me: perhaps not better, as you say, but more poetically for posterity
V: herein is the riddle, indeed
Me: I said, SPEAK PLAINLY, your speech is harder on the mind than on the ear
V: very well, my darling, then let us begin.
V: those who live...
Me: tell me your riddle, and be canid in your speech!
V: your man, Thomas Aquinas wrote a commentary on my man Aristotle in “de anima” many moons ago
Me: yes, I am familiar
V: and your man Dante, in Canto 6 of Inferno explained it better
Me: perhaps not better, as you say, but more poetically for posterity
V: herein is the riddle, indeed
Me: I said, SPEAK PLAINLY, your speech is harder on the mind than on the ear
V: very well, my darling, then let us begin.
V: those who live...
#villanelle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
28th Oct 2024 1:57pm
the Mighty Sentence
Soon, and very soon, indeed
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
A mighty force will intercede
As sure as wind blows 'cross the sea
As sure as shootin' it'll be
Now hear my poem, and listen well:
Your own good deeds will buy you Hell
Your own good mind, the best intention,
Are pavement stones in Hell's direction
Those who died without the Truth
The very old or youngest youth;
Await the day--a Mighty Sentence
"The Judgement Day--" or "recompenses"
"To give to all what they have done"
To give to all
Every
Single ...
#apocalypse
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:42pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:42pm
Twenty-nine plus One
Throughout my life, and dare I say,
Throughout the life of many people
You learn a bit, though day-by-day
That God does not need church or steeple
‘Tis us! Tis us that needs the show:
The marbled halls, the colored glass
The Doric columns, the hope of Rome;
All vying for the very last;
Now think of God: what comes to mind?
What ears grow open to the blind?
What thinks the thinker?
What thinks the youth who yearns for truth?
What thinks the aged who’s heard it all?
What think the one who doesn’t know;
Or...
Throughout the life of many people
You learn a bit, though day-by-day
That God does not need church or steeple
‘Tis us! Tis us that needs the show:
The marbled halls, the colored glass
The Doric columns, the hope of Rome;
All vying for the very last;
Now think of God: what comes to mind?
What ears grow open to the blind?
What thinks the thinker?
What thinks the youth who yearns for truth?
What thinks the aged who’s heard it all?
What think the one who doesn’t know;
Or...
#birthday
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2024 11:05pm
30th Sep 2024 11:05pm
Trajan and the Last Days of Rome
Trajan built on Roman roads
And gave a secret to the world
A testament to new ideals
And watched an empire unfurl
Aye, and burn; with passion and art
For ever heart and soul in Rome knew well
That ghouls and men share this in part:
They know the roads that lead to hell
And Trajan’s Forum was the last,
And so the last has come to bear;
A harvester to reap, at last,
What grows beneath the leaves so faire
The day is coming, and now has come
When all who, in their graves, will hear
That grace hath not...
And gave a secret to the world
A testament to new ideals
And watched an empire unfurl
Aye, and burn; with passion and art
For ever heart and soul in Rome knew well
That ghouls and men share this in part:
They know the roads that lead to hell
And Trajan’s Forum was the last,
And so the last has come to bear;
A harvester to reap, at last,
What grows beneath the leaves so faire
The day is coming, and now has come
When all who, in their graves, will hear
That grace hath not...
#metaphor
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2024 2:53pm
30th Sep 2024 2:53pm
Razboiul Ukraini
By years end, the war will end
And the small Russian will say “we did it”
And those in this country will blame the sunset
The orange boss from the land of oranges
But it is another ruse
Another means to sew resentment and hatred
Another means to sew division and suspicion
Yet it will remain true
Let those who earnestly seek after Truth
Know the body politik will once again never ratify
Those things which help everyone
Purely because experts say so
And the small Russian will say “we did it”
And those in this country will blame the sunset
The orange boss from the land of oranges
But it is another ruse
Another means to sew resentment and hatred
Another means to sew division and suspicion
Yet it will remain true
Let those who earnestly seek after Truth
Know the body politik will once again never ratify
Those things which help everyone
Purely because experts say so
#responsibility
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