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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter I)

A man named Job, lived in Uz;
He was an upright, blameless man;
He was a God-fearing one too;
He turned away from all evil.

He was the greatest in the East;
He had a wife and children ten-
Three daughters and sons seven.

He owned a lot of animals-
Sheep- seven thousand,
Camels- three thousand,
Oxen in yoke- five hundred,
Female asses- five hundred,
Beasts of burden- many more!

His birthday was held by his sons;
Their sisters came to eat and drink;
Job blessed them all and sent away;
Next day, he offered burnt offerings;

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poem by John Celes
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The Odyssey: Book 9

And Ulysses answered, "King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
with bread and meats, and the cup-bearer draws wine and fills his
cup for every man. This is indeed as fair a sight as a man can see.
Now, however, since you are inclined to ask the story of my sorrows,
and rekindle my own sad memories in respect of them, I do not know how
to begin, nor yet how to continue and conclude my tale, for the hand
of heaven has been laid heavily upon me.
"Firstly, then, I will tell you my name that you too may know it,
and one day, if I outlive this time of sorrow, may become my there
guests though I live so far away from all of you. I am Ulysses son
of Laertes, reknowned among mankind for all manner of subtlety, so
that my fame ascends to heaven. I live in Ithaca, where there is a
high mountain called Neritum, covered with forests; and not far from
it there is a group of islands very near to one another- Dulichium,
Same, and the wooded island of Zacynthus. It lies squat on the
horizon, all highest up in the sea towards the sunset, while the
others lie away from it towards dawn. It is a rugged island, but it

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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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Rondeau III

Syn I fro love escaped am so fat,
I nere thinke to ben in his prison lene;
Syn I am fre, I count hym not a bene.

He may answere, and sey this and that,
I do no fors, I speke ryght as I mene ;
Syn I fro love escaped am so fat.

Love hath my name i-strike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene :
For ever mo ther is non other mene,
Syn I fro love escaped &c.

poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Since I From Love

Since I from Love escaped am so fat,
I ne'er think to be in his prison ta'en;
Since I am free, I count him not a bean.

He may answer, and saye this and that;
I do no force, I speak right as I mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.

Love hath my name struck out of his slat,
And he is struck out of my bookes clean,
For ever more; there is none other mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.

poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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The meeting point

Time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
and I wasn’t anymore the kid I had been
when I went to war
the person that I was before
and time had left me
to become someone else.

Before the leaving we were two people
with shared thoughts, shared dreams
two people with a similar destiny
beating as the heart of one

but time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
the world had changed
and now you belonged to another
as if time had left our destiny

and I saw a pretty girl looking at me,

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poem by Gert Strydom
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A Rondel of Merciless Beauty - The Original

I. 1.
Youre two eyn will sle me sodenly
I may the beaute of them not sustene,
So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene.

2.
And but your words will helen hastely
My hertis wound, while that it is grene,
Youre two eyn will sle me sodenly.

3.
Upon my trouth I sey yow feithfully,
That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene;
For with my deth the trouth shal be sene.
Youre two eyn will sle me sodenly
I may the beaute of them not sustene,
So wendeth it thorowout my herte kene.

II. 1.
So hath youre beauty fro your herte chased

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poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Who Rules Once Great Republic Of Egypt?

Who rules once great Republic of Egypt
and by what authority does ye beast rule?

Emergency Laws imposed in 1967
to suspend executive legislative
judicial powers rights freedoms

Mubarak cannot get order restored
after decades passing he never can...
throw off iron yoke noble Egyptians

crimes torture of secret 'Amned Daula'
'Moochabarat' are curse plague infests
golden grains of freedom seeking sands

stir stir toil cause trouble stir a demon brew
newsflash: In an unprecedented escape
17000 hardened criminals escaped prisons

how bizarre strange extraordinary so many

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Merciles Beaute

1. CAPTIVITY

YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly,
I may the beaute of hem not sustene,
So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.

And but your word wol helen hastily
My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene,
   Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,
   I may the beaute of hem not sustene.

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,
That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene;
For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene.
   Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,
   I may the beaute of hem not sustene,
   So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.

2. REJECTION

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poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Souls Asylum - Ode to a forgotten kind

Pack my bags in a confused neuronal frenzy
A ticket to an unknown paradise the shores of my Casamance
A runaway train scanning the signs of the forgotten land
As the feet rhythmically splatter to the mud soaked bus stand

It's two in the morning the heart devoid of any feeling
An inevitable choice to escape the iron fist dealing
Paitre the re-incarnation of a cannibalistic leviathan creature
Maitre the banshee shrieking the tune of a venomous child eater

I remember the tale of my sister Mary Jane
Who had her last dance on the lap of her guardian's pubic mane
As the pearl jammed against the restrictive oyster shell
She escaped to her destiny from her chambers of an eternal hell

I am the victim of the inevitability of human nature
That mutates the temples to a carnivorous amorphous creature
Not even innocence is spared as the amazons are brutally ravaged
Orellano the guide to those boats that escaped the hands of the savaged

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poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The Cyclops

SILENUS:
O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now
And ere these limbs were overworn with age,
Have I endured for thee! First, when thou fled’st
The mountain-nymphs who nursed thee, driven afar
By the strange madness Juno sent upon thee;
Then in the battle of the Sons of Earth,
When I stood foot by foot close to thy side,
No unpropitious fellow-combatant,
And, driving through his shield my winged spear,
Slew vast Enceladus. Consider now,
Is it a dream of which I speak to thee?
By Jove it is not, for you have the trophies!
And now I suffer more than all before.
For when I heard that Juno had devised
A tedious voyage for you, I put to sea
With all my children quaint in search of you,
And I myself stood on the beaked prow
And fixed the naked mast; and all my boys
Leaning upon their oars, with splash and strain

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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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