Best Virgil Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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. . . 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...

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