Marieta Maglas

Bronze Star - 2,116 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

Latina Time - Poem by Marieta Maglas

This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.

Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!

Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.

Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.

Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....

Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings

And maybe we cannot understand what's going on,
but we can understand that the players
skillfully hide behind the walls....
They think....

Cessante ratione legis cessat ipsa lex.
When the reason for the law ceases, the law itself ceases.

We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem.
Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this.
And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need
to talk....
....about those who become their victims......

Sed ipse Spiritus postulat pro nobis, gemitibus inenarrabilibus.
But the same Spirit intercedes incessantly for us, with inexpressible groans.

Comments about Latina Time by Marieta Maglas

  • Gold Star - 9,877 Points David Wood (8/28/2015 6:49:00 AM)

    A lovely poem with good use of metaphor. Its thought provoking deep and emotional. Lovely. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,721 Points val Rogers (7/26/2015 7:38:00 AM)

    BRAVO! ! This is an excellent work of Art. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 681 Points Pen Anthony (7/15/2015 10:53:00 AM)

    I love this piece.. The diction is excellent (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,837 Points Ken E Hall (6/24/2015 5:26:00 AM)

    This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself. Deep poem with mankind and I see into the first line that mankind's end to live is animal slaughter..Quoting Einstein 'One day will come when the killing of animals will be seen as tantamount to murder' being a vegetarian as I am it seems plausible...'.about those who become their victims......Every living thing needs to live life without cruelty alas this will never be...The poem is very well written and the mind can go down different paths...regards (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,427 Points Daniel Brick (6/23/2015 11:16:00 AM)

    In English (sadly the only language I can speak besides a reading knowledge of Latin) L-A-T-I-N-A refers to the countries and peoples of Central and South America, the term Hispanic is also used but many have Indian and African heritage as well. In any case, the word you want is the name of the language - simply LATIN in English. I sense the background to this poem was the barbaric practice of gladiatorial games: THIS GAME IN WHICH SLAUGHTER BECOMES AN END IN ITSELF. That of course is your metaphor for the self destructive practices, habits, customs, etc. that damage our humanity. In English you can take the word HUMAN and by adding a single E at the end transform the word into a statement of our challenge that is to be not just human but HUMANE. Your poem thoroughly investigates how we fail to be HUMANE. And it's a sad story, but your poem is a vigorous counter-attack of the Spirit against malign forces that continually pull us down - if we let them. You're summoning us to rise to our highest spiritual state of being. (I read in your Bio you contributed poems on the theme of BEING! !) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 44,530 Points Chinedu Dike (5/23/2015 1:51:00 AM)

    Piece of great elegance, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 358 Points Simpa Omoluabi (5/20/2015 3:54:00 AM)

    I salute. This is a poem with wings. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,037 Points Louis Borgo (3/5/2015 6:58:00 PM)

    Great Poem if you have the time I have Poem Called Spanish Harlem if you had time comment I would greatly appreciate. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,158 Points Ramesh T A (1/6/2015 2:19:00 PM)

    Always when the prize is won the spirit of game also ends in hiding! Charm of victory too goes away into nothingness in reality! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kitdor Halari Blah (2/15/2012 3:47:00 AM)

    Deep....i like it..: -)) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 58 Points Federico del Corazón (12/29/2011 2:29:00 PM)

    glad I found this gem! loved the lines (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Luz Hanaii (7/18/2011 7:15:00 PM)

    Very spiritual and wise, loved it. thanks for inviting me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Madeleine Clarkson (5/9/2011 12:10:00 PM)

    great poem love the way fit latin into it. great write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Madeleine Clarkson (5/9/2011 12:09:00 PM)

    great poem love the way fit latin into it. great write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 169 Points Mike Monahan (4/20/2011 1:13:00 PM)

    Well written a dance within a dance! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Samantha Smith (4/20/2011 10:37:00 AM)

    Don't know if i'll ever learn to write something so meaningful like you do.. it's awesome! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Thomson (4/20/2011 9:42:00 AM)

    very interesting poem. i really enjoyed. you selection of words are excellent. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Thomson (4/20/2011 9:40:00 AM)

    I gave this poem a 10. Provocative and balanced. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maddii-Angel O'Leary (3/15/2011 10:17:00 PM)

    This is really beautiful and inspirational... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ray Seymour (2/15/2011 12:16:00 PM)

    I like strong poems, but I will need to reread this as it has diffent language in it that baffles my simple mind!
    looking forward to reading again and making sense of it.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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