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Mellow Fruitfulness

September 23, 2014 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Poetry, Seasons

Hail, viagra Fall, Season of Ripeness and Plenty! SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell […]

Wait, When Did October Start Coming Before September?

September 9, 2014 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Keyser's Personal Hell, Poetry, Seasons, Weather

This is the scene of horror to which Keyser awoke on September 8. WTF? Calls to mind the famous haiku composed by Keyser about life here in Hoth, medicine City of Ice: Here in Iglooville Summer is beautiful but Winter never ends.

Horses Headed Towards Eternity

January 20, 2013 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Philosophy, Places to Avoid, Poetry

Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, try quem tibi? finem di dederint, see Leuconoe, try nec Babylonios? temptaris numeros. Vt melius quicquid erit pati!? Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,? quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi? spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida? aetas: carpe diem, […]

Fulsere Quondam Candidi Tibi Soles

December 8, 2012 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Babes, Poetry

Serenity in Action

December 8, 2012 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Keyser is an Idiot, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry

Leaves in the water / Circles expanding circles / Life expanding life

C.P. Cavafy, “One of Their Gods”

October 30, 2012 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Babes, Poetry

When one of them was passing through the market at Seleucia, patient round the time when it gets dark, sovaldi like a tall and very handsome youth, with the joy of immortality in the eyes, with perfumed blond hair, the passersby would ask if they knew her, and if she was a Greek from here […]

Horace, Odes 1.1 (after a fashion)

October 30, 2012 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Babes, Bad Idea of the Day, Bad Manners, Bad Sex, breasts, Crime and Punishment, Crowd Control, Death, Doggy-Style, Dogs, Places to Avoid, Poetry, Theology

Maecenas, nurse born of ancestor kings, both my protection and sweet adornment, there are those that are pleased on the course to have gathered Olympic dust and by the turning point narrowly missed with blazing wheels and by the noble palm that raises them as lord of the earth to the gods; this one’s pleased […]

Autumn

September 18, 2012 by Keyser Söze | 1 Comment | Filed in Babes, Poetry

                      John Keats (1795-1821)                                  TO AUTUMN.                                             1. […]

Die Lorelei

May 16, 2012 by Keyser Söze | 1 Comment | Filed in Babes, Poetry

Ich weiß nicht, sovaldi was soll es bedeuten, there Daß ich so traurig bin, Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt, Und ruhig fließt der Rhein; Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt, Im Abendsonnenschein. Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wunderbar, Ihr gold’nes Geschmeide […]

Catullus 23: Keyser’s Translation

March 4, 2012 by Keyser Söze | No Comments | Filed in Keyser's Muse, Keyser's Pleasures, Poetry

A bit of translation fun from Keyser, purchase in this case his rendition of Catullus 23: Furi, buy viagra cui neque servus est neque arca nec cimex neque araneus neque ignis, verum est et pater et noverca, quorum?dentes vel silicem comesse possunt, est pulcre tibi cum tuo parente et cum coniuge lignea parentis. nec mirum: […]

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