Best Virgil Poems


Prophecy of the Golden Child

Gaia in white flame burns
Yaldabaoth himself spurns
A second cycle turns
The Golden Age returns
The first-begotten son
Comes down from heaven’s sun

Barbelo, Armoured Queen
Look gently at this scene
Of Christ’s birth long foreseen
In this iron machine
Hearts of iron will melt
Hearts of gold will be felt

Hearts, gold and meek
Will rule from the word’s peak
Valis will rule and speak
With the lute of mystique 
This birth in mystery
Will be our victory

As Polloi rules here
The first child will appear
Clearing the mist of fear
Every past sin and tear
Will be washed away
Clearing a narrow way

The world soul will rain down
Hedera all around
Lilies to make a crown
Acanthus for renown
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
Without any expense
 
All goats will return home
All blind cobras that roam
Will be under death’s dome
Miles under farms and loam
Sheep will not fear lions
Men will see aeons

In the stream of Dead Sea
He’ll become a man free
Oak trees will weep honey
On every wild thorn-tree
Grapes will turn Persian plum
Gold will be the plain’s sum

But iron will remain
At sea, war ships will reign
Wars will bring pain
Walls will cover the plain
But when you will grow up
Gaia will drink the cup
 
Please, come soon, in our plight
You, the viceroy of might
The globe bows to your light
The earth and the blue height
Beseech you to be set free
From Yaldabaoth’s dark sea

You, our lord and brother
Child, smile at your mother
Speak words from the Father
If your lips will not stir
No light will bless your wine
And wisdom shall not shine

(Gnostic poem based on the ancient Roman Virgil's fourth eclogue, often interpreted as foretelling the birth of Christ)

The Steps Ahead

. . . and with a haughty drink 
of Virgil’s water 
from the River Lethe
I venture forth knowing nothing
bring on the steps ahead 
and what awaits . . .

but the waters have a taste
and some things feel familiar
a few of the steps ahead
look like my footprints

turning to a river 
I feel I once chanced upon
and sensing
I am but circles within circles

Premium Member Virgil - Slightly Bawdy

Virgil the virgin was eagerly urging
his girlfriend to make him a man
Had nowhere private to go get excited
so he bought an old caravan

The seller in Dover said it’s been checked over
it’s actually ready to take
He took his word for it as soon as he saw it
so he didn’t check the handbrake

Parked up on a hill, played safe, took a pill
He’s sure she’ll succumb to his begs
But he wasn’t able to make the van stable 
He forgot to wind down the legs

But soon getting fruity with his little cutie
The van was rock rocking all day
She cried out for more then they fell to the floor
And the van began rolling away

Sped up as it rolled down a hill that was holed
And each pothole made his girl Yelp
She clearly approved and cried out ‘The earth moved
Those little blue pills really help’

But at the cliff top the van didn’t stop
And she snuggled into him sighing
He gave her a kiss and said ‘I’ll tell you this
Baby I feel like I’m flying’


Fab Virgil

The bikies are in town today
 Least they're trying to make us think so
 I know different
 Thunderbirds, they really are
 FAB Virgil
 I heard someone say

 Lady Penelope sits astride a  97 Bonneville
 I'd know that hairstyle anywhere
 
Thunderbird 1 cloaked as a Norton Commando
 Thunderbirds 3 and 4
 Triumphs the both of them
 
International rescue comes to town
 Something big is going down
 Must be

 I spied Thunderbird 2
 Parked outside the TAB
 Stopped and asked Virgil
 For an autograph
 Told him I liked his Hells Angels costume
 And asked if he and Lady P
 Were off to a costume party
 
Then he showed me
 The special markings on his arms
 Proof he was from International Rescue
 And suggested I leave quickly
 Clearly something big going down
 International Rescue come to town

To Be Virgil

I was their Virgil
He told me
Not that the Farm
Was a pit
But how much more hellish
Could life be
Than right after
Loosing
Your oldest child
To the disease called
Addiction
I tried to offer
Every comfort
Every respect
Every word of wisdom
In my repertoire
And when they needed space
To cry
Breathe
Be
I backed off
I literally guided them
Around campus
I put myself
As gate-keeper
Between them
And the community
Extending condolences
Sharing memories
So many people
Me, trying to keep
From letting them be
Even more
Overwhelmed
They were
So full of questions
I tried to answer
Everyone
And so he dubbed me
Virgil
Dante’s guide through hell

Virgil the Vegan Eats Out

Virgil the Vegan Eats Out

By Elton Camp

When to a café Virgil did go
Any type meat was a no-no

Even milk he would eschew
Cheese and butter were too

“My meals I require to be
Totally made cruelty-free.”

Although Virgil never knew
That veggies have feelings too

Beans scream when he comes near
Tomatoes and squash also fear

One chef got orders mixed up
In an outage, Virgil did gulp

He yelled, in a voice firm and clear
“Get that flesh away from here!”
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.


Virgil Translation: Descent into the Underworld

Aeneid Book 6: The Descent into the Underworld
by Virgil
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The Sibyl began to speak to Aeneas:

“God-blooded Trojan, son of Anchises,
descending into the Underworld’s easy
since Death’s dark door stands eternally unbarred.
But to retrace one’s steps and return to the surface:
that’s the conundrum, that’s the catch!
Godsons have done it, the chosen few
whom welcoming Jupiter favored
and whose virtue merited heaven.
However, even the Blessed find headway’s hard:
immense woods barricade boggy bottomland
where the Cocytus glides with its dark coils.
But if you insist on ferrying the Styx twice
and twice traversing Tartarus,
if Love demands you indulge in such madness,
listen closely to how you must proceed...”

Keywords/Tags: Virgil, Aeneid, descent, underworld, Aeneas, death, door, Jupiter, heaven, woods, Cocytus, River Styx, Stygian, Hades, Tartarus, voyage, journey, love, madness, god, gods

Premium Member Easter Virgil

From the dark cave where death did grip,
Rise to new life the deathless one;
O Christ did brave that unknown trip,
Meek men can strive as grace floods sun.


Love is first cause to set man free,
Etch a fond hope as faith greets quest;
Now live true course with grace you see,
Truth sculpts the scope of fragrant zest.


Sense a deep poise of profound change,
End as love starts to show the way;
Ask to know choice in mellow range,
Start with clear heart to live fine play;


Opt thus to feel true soul in-sync,
Note happy days that fashion cheer.
Touch can then heal where goodwill links,
Old ancients ways purged without fear.


Embrace warm grace with beauty bright,
Align your soul with true grandeur;
Succeed fine face to glimpse new light,
Trust love one whole to cast splendour;


Each moment here shapes history,
Rich beyond form the rainbow path.
Vouch wonder's cheer with grand plenty,
Ink brand new norms with awesome stuff;


Reap what you sow in light that shines,
Give and take joy in sacred moves;
Indulge wise show of insight fine,
Lasting love toys in mystic grooves.




Leon Enriquez
01 April 2018
Singapore

Premium Member THE MOUNTAIN OF HELL

THE MOUNTAIN OF HELL

Like Alighieri
My Virgil left me
Not near Paradise 
But half-way up
On the mountain’s rocky ledge
Over a flaming putrid sea
He stricken by death’s call
It was now I, not we
Left to face Hell’s steep wall

Alone.

Breathing in the foul
Atrocious purulent stench
I tried to stay far away
From the raging madness
Of the twisted violent bodies
Creatures in the darkness
Circling around me.
Reaching out
In depravity and cruelty


The voices of Heaven

I heard in consolation
Flowed down in a clear voice saying:
“You will not be damaged
You will l not be touched.
We wanted you to see
The face of Hell to strengthen you.”
“Stay strong like me.”
“God is with you”

Confused

Outwardly they look like humans
But they are twisted vile
Vicious demons
Confirmed in deliberate evil
And irrational wickedness
Unrepentantly cruel
Intensely abusive
Ferocious wild
Savage 
 
Saved

They reached out
To tear me apart
But I passed by covered by grace
Holding my ears closed
Dampening their painful shout
Looking down as my footsteps
I Tried to steady my trembling pace
And keep me from falling down
Into the smoke of their thundering clout

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