Best Caligula Poems
Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
Categories:
caligula, change, corruption, destiny, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely
Course thy hot crimson blood;
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!
Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!
I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor;
Burden upon you with an Imperial
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!
Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!
For I will lift you higher than the
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.
Lower you to the solitudes of the
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams,
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Categories:
caligula, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
I
Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’ in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of Caesars
Considered great, ruler of lands and seas
The house of Caesar wrought constant battles and
Incestuous orgies
Leprous Tiberius crucified thousands under his feet
From simple paranoid fantasies,
Separating himself, even from family
Ruling from afar just as he pleased,
To hell with the senate and their democracy-
Maddened in fear
A sweet young Caligula went to live
With his uncle Tiberius in his 16th year,
Ill of health from his day born
Caligula gratified by habits of Tiberius adorned,
Any evil or sin Caligula added to his very name
Even delegating his horse to the senate,
laughing with no shame-
Oh and how his people loved him during his rising rule
Adoring his gifts to them, laughing whilst
To the senate he was so cruel.
Categories:
caligula, history, power,
Form:
Epic
Ah, Caligula!
To history known,
Germanicus, excessive extravagance in Rome.
Delation must fall as thou rise from thy throne,
the senate quakes amidst the undulation’s tow.
Ah, Caligula!
One should never be avid,
or accept the as-is, as in to be average.
-Thoust be what all there be ever that is,
and the ego is eyed as the drive toward the passage.
Ah, Caligula!
Wake the pomp, raise the flair,
Our life in all's but a starlight there.
Summer, which oft leaves to Fall leaves,
endures in the sunlight, and that is no folly.
Ah, Caligula!
The ages belong,
to they who remember and keepeth the song.
Stake these words not to a lascivious nature,
but to what he leaves Earth, and save words for later.
Categories:
caligula, funny, inspirational, people, philosophywords,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
all hail the world's bane
ludicrous caligula
terrible buffoon
riding on an ass, an ass
sliding on banana skins
© Gail Foster 20th January 2017
Categories:
caligula, america, metaphor, political, power,
Form:
Tanka
Alien Messiah
A recital of miserly contastrophists
led by a figure of churlish meanness
speaking rhetoric of the pacifist
maniacal god complex of fierceness
chorus
pledge allegiance to the alien messiah
like Caligula, a self proclaimed living god
power hungry deviant like Allah
with grandiose gestures mollifies the crowd
no iniquity into his spoken words
His hellish plans he now boldly avowed
the mad man in the house has sole control
chorus
Total disregard for black letter law
driven double speak of the deceitful
Iron fist tyrant We should of foresaw
Orwellian society now pitiful
Chorus
Perversely satisfied with global order
mask comes off in this toxic atmosphere
like black death from an exploding mortar
a menstrual rainbow society is here
chorus(2)
Categories:
caligula, political,
Form:
Lyric
Caligula,boss of the roman empire
he and his horse Incitatus
they ruled with sword and searing fire
his horse was truly audacious
hanging out at the local bar
Incitatus and Caligula gloats
parting never very far
drinking beer and eating oats
Toast to feats and daring raids
on the Gaules of olden France
they teased the nearly naked maids
and tipped them all to dance
the girls would scream with pain
when Incitatus stomped their toes
Caligula ordered a round again
to salute themselves heros
at two oclock they close the moats
the castle was very far
with too much beer and many oats
they left the local bar!
Categories:
caligula, funny, horse,
Form:
Free verse
Vovin
Dynasty
A career I had never imagined
One beneath the satellite as it twinkled
But I suppose things stranger have happened
When one ponders king David and the lady
Godiva of coventry. And that man
That brutal tyrant old caligula.
Yes the vovin dynasty now long gone.
And remembered no more save by a few.
Such shall never again come forth to rise.
Neath moon sunrise or cafes starlight.
Categories:
caligula, crazy, eve, fantasy, good
Form:
Epic
Alcoholic's dream,
to taste her sweet wine I will
be Caligula.
Categories:
caligula, desire,
Form:
Haiku
BREAKFAST AT CAESER'S
The brains of all the universe
hide in the waste and cold of dark
where thought can never make them worse
and where they'll never leave their mark
and never more take charge of man
more than one time since time began.
What follie's layed into your mind
where kith is lost and dire in need
as unborned failed to even find
the spark of life on which to feed?
Is being dumb come to be sin
and so is cut the line that's thin?
Dine on brahkwurst if you need fat
but Caeser feels the constant need
to have His pasta long and flat
and sprinkled with pure mustard seed.
And in your colon it may spread
and freshen all that's in your head.
Ah! Those are but the birds and bees!
As welcomed as the day grows near,
refreshing as an April breeze
if it's the northern hemisphere,
All time stands still until the tune
Jesus is here, or coming soon.
There's many slip twixt now and then
and Caesers head is stamped on gold,
he's gone to Palistine again
to get away from damp and mold;
and waste is waste upon the floor
though left by one we'd all adore.
If thought's upon your suicide
in hope's the afterlife's more fun
your disapointment can not hide
no matter where your soul might run.
Caligula has his breakfast here
two poached in hot Italian beer.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
caligula, betrayal, conflict, history, universe,
Form:
Lyric
But make history cause you can
King David caligula coventry
Jew or gentle woman or man
Let common come let common go
Let unique occasion rise
To burn forever in the heart of man
And be written in the skies
Categories:
caligula, africa, america, analogy, april,
Form:
Rhyme
Water is wondrously eternal
Immutable in the end
The water one sips
Could have once passed the lips
Of Jesus or Caligula my friend
It's an essence that flows
drips and drapes
That takes many forms, many shapes
It's fog ...It's cloud
It's silent...It's loud
It comprises our very own breath
And without it no doubt
looms naught but dust and death
We take it as a given
Think of it mostly
As just hot or cold
but it's what keeps us livin'
And what keeps on giving
us the gift (and privilege)of getting
...Old...
And without it, twould be sorely missed
Categories:
caligula, environment, ocean, rain, rainbow,
Form:
Light Verse
(preferably read in a Boston accent)
When pesky problems piss you off
At no one in particular,
Or bleeping blockheads boil your blood
To rage like old Caligula,
Or dawdling drivers make you mull
Mass homicide, vehicular,
Don’t blame yourself; it’s not your fault;
It’s just your darn amygdala.
Categories:
caligula, anger, car, funny, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Another puppet government,
strings attached gone
Proxy power given to the corrupt —
a foreign gameplan
played wrong
The latest Queen gambit
was an Old World maneuver, with
a neo-Roman tale spin
Place scepter power in a dummy hand;
textbook Machiavellian,
marionette Afghan
Next to sit on the pyrite throne
be the Taliban
Pass the fools gold goblet
unto the next Caligula tongue
Watch them get drunk on the power
of the grapes of wrath wrung
The deposed rulers were told
that Democracy
was an alchemy elixir
If poured ethnic nitro right
But free market motives
get blown to hell
When the assimilation potion is given
an unbalanced mixture sleight
Taste American prohibition,
drink deep that Liberty sour whiskey
Repealed smuggler mission,
promises made with a slurred speech
Who will be the next in line,
to sit on a shadow throne?
Cut from a Pinocchio design,
cast in the Game of Clones
When their lying power is spent,
and the subtil scepter is pawn passed on
A mirror image pod replacement
will speak in the same surreptitious tone
08-17-21
Categories:
caligula, anxiety, death, history, wisdom,
Form:
Elegy
Crimson
and
Velvet Semen
All a sort of
Ridiculousness now,
without treasure
Trails,
Bodies of Evidence
And enough tomfoolery
to induce gluttonous
Indulgence.
And Caligula
would be proud, yes.
But not without
the papyrus reeds
swaying,
Dying.
The sink is full of
Poison water.
And I at least
with try and
Cheat death
With a single
Drink.
Categories:
caligula, introspection,
Form:
Free verse