Best Medici Poems
Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici.
The queen has acted impetuously.
Thousands have died because of her demands.
Witness her red bloodstained hands.
A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation.
Instead, there is death and devastation.
She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation.
It started with an attempted assassination.
An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny.
He led the Huguenot protestant party.
Catherine took some Machiavellian action.
She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction.
There had been widespread death throughout the land before.
Peace brought an end to civil war.
Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre.
Once again, hostility permeated the air.
Killing spread from Paris to the countryside.
In just a few months, thousands had died.
No bloodier episode had ever been seen.
The culpable party was the evil queen.
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Categories:
medici, history, death, death, evil,
Form:
Quatrain
I wandered, lost in the labyrinth of love
The right bank of the seine sang so clearly
That I was for sure walking with nothing Left
Nothing on the left at all
The northern vaults of gold
Meaningless to a bankrupt heart
In circles I flew with two right wings
Museums displaying my lost loves
Like artifacts on display
My heart laid nude for all to laugh
A sculpture of twisted pain an irony
Me and Napoleon
He lost wars
I lost loves
Together buried
Tuileries close by, merci Catherine
Jacques Boyceau, sieur de la Barauderie
The gardener of Luxembourg
Planting flowers for lovers lost or found
Roses for the young at heart
Me, I dreamt only of one thing
A woman to touch
My heart
Merci Dieu
Pour rien
Added Notes
Catherine de Medicis commissioned the garden of Tuileries
Marie de' Medici had built the Jardin du Luxenboug
Both after Gardens of their native Florence, Italy
She used Jacques Boyceau de la Barauderie to design her garden, who also worked on the garden of Tuileries. ( I think he was involved in changes/custody not the original design however I am not sure )
Categories:
medici, dark, garden, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Categories:
medici, philosophy, proposal,
Form:
Rhyme
Botticelli-the pot-bellied artist
For the Medici family was a great activist.
His paintings rose him high.
For his Venus you know why.
He's been claimed such a great artist!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2006
September.21.2014
Categories:
medici, art, funny,
Form:
Limerick
WELL-WORN PATH OF SHOES
shoes ~ saddle
with gray and blue catholic uniform
dove white ~ easter
sandals dressed in ‘60’s powder blue
sneakers with my uniform
last minute mistake
mercy meted me a guard duty post
click~click~slick
cruise ship formal night
not for love, arm in arm
delicate walk to dining room
catherine de medici taller
well-heeled so we can grow smaller
dining in our fancy chairs
sacrificial slippers – quiet hush hush
toss them overboard
bare ~ love cuddles
Categories:
medici, life, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Brothers Giuliano and Lorenzo de Medici
were co-rulers of medieval Florence in Italy.
Giuliano was murdered by a rival family.
The assassins were from the family, Pazzi.
They were Francesco de Pazzi and Bernardo Baroncelli.
The infamous event took place on a Sunday
during High Mass at Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore.
This attack happened on April 26, 1478
before ten thousand who witnessed Giuliano's bad fate.
The murder was the product of an elaborate conspiracy.
Executed were eighty members of the Pazzi.
This was a tragic event in Italian history.
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Categories:
medici, history, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn sunlight falls.
On golden domes, sweet Arno-
Shimmers like pure gold.
Categories:
medici, places
Form:
Haiku
tu vedes mihi se voles et in loci que voles, ego sum diversus-
scribo versum,
entro spaci Mnemosiae,-
rosae
sunt in verbi, dolori et desideri,
et verae
sunt gratitudinae
da cordi a medici Hospitali Sanctae Mariae,-
sapenti viae
Misericordiae et Vitae,
inclino genoculi a heroi veri,non da miti,
Gratiae multi mundi
et multae stellae,
pulcher est laboris pro genti
en Urbi de Venti.
Ivan Petrysyn Chicago USA 05/13/07
Categories:
medici, nature,
Form:
ABC
RENAISSANCE UNFULFILLED
Glorious! Glorious! Renaissance
Brought humanity to new heights
Of unbounded creative power,
Look at Florence's splendor
Experience its Medici majesty
Inhale its inebriating beauty
Intoxicate your very senses
With perfect, mastered imperfections
Of tiles, towers and frescos,
There my sensibility awoke
To a persistent, clamoring anomaly
Amongst fashionable vain crowds,
Strolling with contemptuous disdain,
They pretend not to see,
Raw,unadulterated beauty,
There they stood numb,
Fugitives of negated dreams,
Breathing, Ebonic statues,
Perfect creation, muted, invisible,
Staring painfully at the horizon,
Longing, no doubt, for
Sunsets of Africa skies.
E. G. Fialo
Categories:
medici, voice,
Form:
Blank verse
The narrowing of choice, opaque or black?
Unconfident die castes vote ballot blank,
How has our circus bread become this bland?
What a diverse homogeneous blend,
All stitched to sleeves but less with blood to bleed,
Philosophy’s deep silenced sonar bleep,
Who knew the watch dogs had been put to sleep,
Medici summoned now with suits so sleek,
For their next trick Baal’s prophets call down sleet,
Then cloak us in their mortuary sheet,
Cold commissar eyes never lose death’s sheen,
A czar’s measure is taken in fleeced sheep,
How many million buys innocents’ cheep?
“mere statistics”, our comrade says, “what cheek!”,
Their power balances upon a check,
Rewritten history toward useful spring chick,
For fellow travelers and bovine chuck,
Reach into chest for the last missing chunk,
Doublethink starts with a skull cracking thunk,
Are indulged proxies all we have to thank?
By any other name the modern thane,
Sign here and soon all you see shall be thine,
The thirst for gods is legion, but none trine,
All dissention is dismissed in a trice,
Indentured mankind’s earmarked wholesale price,
Vaccine for thoughtcrime just the smallest prick,
The focus groupthink directs prompter’s prink,
Omerta code tells us what will reach print,
The emperor’s new crypt may need more paint,
Astute to take the questions not the pains,
Hedge bets on war and peace for greater gains,
The deadly chasm yawns less than it grins,
When all is dust, then will they cease to grind,
Triumvirate writes finale most grand,
The so called rulers occupy by grant,
Go test the spirits joined in graceless graft
Categories:
medici, november, political, riddle, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Donatello the greatest sculptor of his day
with his nude he held sway
Keeping close to his patrons,Medici
who settled bills& paid him a fee
Categories:
medici, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
How offensive that must’ve felt!
I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox
Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks
Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this thought
Not letting myself to be aghast at the sight of it but almost orgiastic
Don’t judge, don’t jump the gun, as it is all onomastic!
Stop sucking on this life’s debris like Cleopatra while tormenting her men
It just happened that I disrupted my benevolence, infuriated
Like a militant tumour that marches through a brain engaged in flagellate
Like a Parisian who did not have time to enjoy his glass of wine
When an image of Darwinian-Judeo-Christianity arose as a subset of sexuality!
Or, to be frank, as the moment I exude the last drop of piety before my Harlot.
Whatever it takes, and as degenerative as any revolution
Or as imaginative as any repressive fiction of elementary metaphors
Whatever it takes, in this character of aggression
Even if you consult your palmistry experiences cloaked in panic and objection
As peremptory as it may sound, this isn’t a sonnet of subsequent lucidity,
But an ode to a virago of the Amazonian substance and the Socratesian integrity.
I am not going to abort anything that may appal nor will I
Strain at a gnat and swallow a camel!
Oh, my Command-Dante, here I come,
Interwoven in the postures of the nudity seen in Medici Chapel
Inflexible as Colossus, said I gruffly while holding a horn
Almost with this mercurial temperament that creates a moon man
Exuberant in the moments of severe solitude
Supported and loved perhaps only by a claque of virtual entities
That never existed but were a part of an imaginative huffiness, Trumpian like!
Give me the Tardis and without a sign of hesitation I will pick Hellenic Egypt
To be able to hedonistically squander every natural law,
Bright or bleak in an image of a modern freak.
I often feel that my life was raped by a not so courteous, not so kind circumstance.
(to be continued...)
Categories:
medici, life,
Form:
Free verse
A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.
Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes.
Categories:
medici, conflict, history, military, political,
Form:
Rispetto