Best Julius Poems
Julius Caesar,
Had a few seizures.
Great leader of the Roman Empire,
On the Ides of March he expired.
6/18/13
Categories:
julius, funny, history,
Form:
Clerihew
JULIUS CAESAR
When you start reading
You show your feeling
But not in Julius Caesar
Whose chapters dip you in eager
Onto the streets of Rome
Lay a royal home
Caesar's it was
Who was the boss
He was the king
Bright as a diamond ring
He loved all his mates
who finally decided his fates
Mark Antony , his noblest and loyal friend
Did not leave him till the end
The story started fine
But no answers why it turned as a sorrowful line
On the night ,
Which was not bright
Filled with thunder and lightning
Caesar came shouting
Calpurnia, his lovely wife
Feared his life
She dreamt of bad omens
That spoiled her faith in her husband's Romans
Caesar neglected
That her dream as amiss interpreted
He was a lion
Who punished evil in a line
His famous quote
"Cowards die many times before their deaths ,
The valiant never taste of death but once"
Lies in all our minds
At last he gave up going to the senate house
But the evil Brutus spoiled his thought like a mouse
He took away Caesar to the senators
By telling false rumours
In the senate house, they killed Caesar
His voice grew hoarser
He believed Brutus and shouted ET TU BRUTE [ you too Brutus ]
But Brutus was happy with his killing lute [killing of Caesar ]
Caesar died,
The heavens cried
The happiness of senators did not last long
As they became small before Antony's anger bong
Antony waited for revenge and took Caesar's funeral as a starting point
Brutus, unaware of his mind , gave the joint
His tears flamed up as fire
And also lit Caesar's funeral pyre
Antony takes oath to finish off the unfaithful dogs
And lit the fire of revenge with his speech logs
Antony's speech became world famous
For its opening line
"FRIENDS, ROMANS , COUNTRYMEN "
He succeeded in winning the people's heart
And people came in to help him for a start
Antony also took the help of Octavius Caesar,
Caesar's nephew for a war with their anger
Against Brutus and his mates
At last Brutus and Cassius decided their own fates
They were defeated against Octavius and Antony
And finally, they commit SUICIDE........
- manasvini surya
Categories:
julius, adventure, betrayal, death of
Form:
Epic
Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa
His striped tie has a green tint color
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood.
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons.
I can see from all the way up here
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring,
And he just sits there in that Studebaker
Looking up at my apartment window,
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower,
And he’s my guard, my sentinel,
Making sure I do not escape.
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you!
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell?
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations?
The face that burned the topless towers
Of a million American households?”
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile.
It’s dangling from his lips
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s.
The Los Angeles Mirror,
The front page,
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat.
I can even see the headlines from up here –
Something about an execution,
Julius and Ethel R.
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa!
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world.
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard!
“A cocktail? Here, have mine.
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah.
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?”
“When I dance with you,
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine,
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly.
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch,
And I can almost hear Gershwin music,
Way off in the distance.”
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
“To be honest, my mother.
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…”
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet,
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi,
Over there in the dark corner.
The lights of the Big Enchilada
Glisten outside my lone window
Like a million incandescent candles
That burn with lust for us.
“Hold me closer.
I need to feel your warm blood.
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne.
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”
“I will kiss you.
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard.
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff,
The second piano concerto,
Instead of Perry Como?”
“No Piggy.
Locked in your arms I’ll stay.
Waiting for you to say,
No other love have I.”
Categories:
julius, memory, me, dark, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
sooth said to Caesar
sire beware the Ides of March-
assassins martyr'd
Categories:
julius, tribute,
Form:
Senryu
Julius Cesar and Ebenezer
Julius Cesar
And also Ebenezer,
Were an old geezer.
Jim Horn
Categories:
julius, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Oh, Caesar, though our touch is lost in time:
Weeks, passing years, and years long eons, passed,
I still can hear and feel in learnéd rhyme
Your essence. Like some bee which has amassed
Sweets of the digitalis and the rose,
So have you much amassed in glory’s sack.
Yet just as power strengthens, so greed grows
And weighs much heavy burdens on the back!
Oh, Caesar, stricken soul who now weeps on
The fallen ashes of your flaming lands
Who roamed into the gold of Egypt’s sun
The spirit who travailed on its sands,
It looks as if the boon of glory’s womb
Had come to stow the image of your tomb
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
julius, history,
Form:
Sonnet
Julius Caesar Ate My Beaver
(A Legionaire's Lament)
By Roy Merritt
Julius Caesar ate my beaver
After travelin’ through our camp
He came over one dark evening
Carrying a beaver lamp
And he snatched him up and took him off
And I heard later in time
He sat down at his dinner table
And on my beaver dined
And it cut me through and through
Yeah it cut me to the bone
And that’s why I’m sittin’ here
And ah singin' this sad song
And it's hard gettin’ over the sorrow
I ain’t got over it yet
And that son of a gun Julius Caesar
He owed me a big fat debt
So I got in touch with Cassius
And Brutus his good friend
And we all conspired together
To do that pushy Caesar in
And come the Ides March
In the Senate we soon met
We cornered that son of gun
And got him for killin’ my pet
We all plunged in our daggers
And Brutus was particularly calm
And it shocked old Julius Caesar
Cos’ he’d been sleepin’ with him mom
Now Cassius though lean and hungry
He wasted no time at all
He was one of our ring leaders
Intent to make Julius fall
Politics don’t you know
Was what motivated all them
But as far as me when he ate my beaver
It was like eatin’ my kin
I did it for revenge,
Revenge from me it poured
And unlike my co-conspirators
I fell not on my sword
Categories:
julius, history, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!
I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know of what is great?
I can say,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
Damn winter, autumn, by spring,
you'll see city columns rising.
And the aquaducts will flood with the blood,
of any still defying!
May the Gods stand behind my scabbard,
may the Gauls all scuttle and scatter.
I'll not retreat, or sit on my laurel wreath,
alea iacta est!
A thousand legions strong,
scouting regions far beyond,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
A thousand legions strong,
from Athena's Parthenon,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
I shall go, I shall see, I shall conquer,
I am servent to this life no longer.
Let the world heed these words,
and be ready to feature,
Gaius Julius Caesar!
Yes,
The die is cast,
It's mine, this at last,
alea iacta est,
Rome, will, see, her, day!
Categories:
julius, history, inspirational, time, uplifting,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
QUOTATION
And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of. Julius Caesar Act 1
MY POETIC VERSION : …………
As you cannot see what I see
Just like a mirror I will reflect to thee
I will be your mentor and your guide
Taking your hand crossing the thinking tide
I can see hope where failure meets your eyes
Can see the truth behind meaningful lies
The other side of you is in my sight
I offer you the chance to put things right
Fearless i will shout your name
Be your advisor in this living game
Will tell u what to do and when to say
I am your thinking mind this day
Your heart rules your head it must not so
Think which way you wish to go
Is it greatness you want, then you can find
I will be the thoughts in your mind
Penned May 10th 2014
Categories:
julius, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
Ambition, ambition, it killed a man.
O, beware the fateful ides.
The Senate, the last place in March he’d stand
as “they” were not on his side.
Rome’s sole conqueror of so many lands,
his exploits were known near and far.
But now he fell to his countryman’s hands
as with daggers they began to mar.
He’d done so much for Rome already,
why should he not solely rule ?
But not all minds in Rome were ready
for the ambitions of a “fool”.
Funny, but how what they tried to stop
came about in the end anyway.
For now a Caesar would sit atop
Rome’s rule despite what they would say.
Categories:
julius, death, history
Form:
Rhyme
Julius Caesar
Cleopatra loved when he squeezed her
He gave us July as a souvenir
And it was he who gave us the leap year!
Caesar loved the ladies a ton
With many a damsel he had lots of fun
He made himself ruler forever
Maybe that was not too clever
Brutus, who killed him, may have been his son!
In the ides of March his rule came to an end
As he was killed by those he thought were friends
Sometimes it's hard to know your foes
But who needs enemies with friends like those
8-27-19
Clerimerick Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
julius, history, people,
Form:
Clerihew
We waded through knee high cumulus
Weighed down by our own boulders
Of unknown etiology
We came us to a golden ticket highway
To a city build of envy's likeness
We found no souls about
But many ideals and morals
High on the throne set
Amber Julius crowned
With tufts of sunshine and roses
Protruding from his back
Were dual feathery flaps
One of pearled wisdom
Another of onyx experience
To us he spoke from
Both sides of his mouth
In a sonorous duet
Until our ears were burning
From his knowledge and regret
Categories:
julius, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
Julius Jaggery Jones
Had an ache deep in his bones
Sang the blues for nickels and dollars
In mellowest of baritones.
Julius Jaggery Jones
Seated on street cobblestones
Paid his dues in groanings and hollers
Delivering back alley moans.
Categories:
julius, depression, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Julius, I want to tell you of my dream last night.
When I describe it to you, it will fill you with fright.
From what I saw, I must tell you to beware.
In my dream, your blood was spilling everywhere.
With your military campaigns, you did very fine.
You made yourself a name from Britain to Palestine.
The patrician senators want you to believe they are your friends.
However, the façade they present abruptly ends.
They fear their power is ebbing away.
You will assume absolute power someday.
The senators don’t want this to become reality.
As any other man, you are vulnerable to mortality.
Please my lord, don’t go to the senate today.
Avoid those conspirators and live to see another day.
Categories:
julius, history,
Form:
Sonnet
Julius Has a Bad Day
By Elton Camp
Only last week, it was late on Saturday night
Young Julius was alone and hadn’t eaten a bite
He went to the ATM at the convenience store
Because he was short on cash and needed more
He decided a hundred dollars would be enough
Numbers entered and out came the needed stuff
Julius was a bank customer who knew what to do
The ATM gave five twenties, all crisp and new
He turned around and one on the counter laid
For a pack of chewing gum needed to be paid
The clerk took the bill and then nearly had a fit
“This bill is no good. It obviously counterfeit.”
“But I just now got it out of that ATM over there.”
The clerk said, “Where it came from I don’t care.
We don’t accept any of that funny money in here
And that I can keep it, the law makes quite clear.”
Julius, his protest decided it was best to drop
When the clerk gave a break—not to call a cop
“Look, I meant every word I said to you before:
We don’t take fakes. Don’t come here anymore.”
Julius quietly slipped on out of that store
He didn’t have his twenty dollars anymore
As he got into his car, he had a bad thought
If other bills were bad, what could be bought?
He decided for him to take the loss was unfair
Julius would spend the rest very far from there
The motor revved and up the road he did dart
And made a quick trip to the local Wal-Mart
It was when he paid that his problems did begin
The cashier made a stroke with a detection pen
“Security to register five,” she began to say
And loss prevention came there right away
“Look, I had no way to know it wasn’t good.
I’m an innocent victim. It’s easily understood.”
Security admitted, “We have seen that before.
If true, then of fakes you won’t have any more.”
In Julius’ wallet, three more bad twenties found,
Cops had him handcuffed and lying on the ground
“It’ll go easier on you if you will decide to sing.
Give the names of the other members of your ring.”
Categories:
julius, funnyloss, loss,
Form: