Best Nero Poems
American Nero,
showering utter disdain —
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around
your virally tainted kingdom
Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling
acid text madly
Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul
of a divided nation
An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos
American Nero,
a contemptible paper reign
is exit poll falling
Whilst the fire of pox chaos
contagiously spread
with spittle accelerant ease
This scorching hoax
raze any flagging, publican hope
Truth unmasked
do singe that gallows rumor rope
Fiery breath fiddler
kindling fear,
high up on that Ivory Tower roof
Tearfully playing the ill-fated fool madly,
as graven torch idolatry
lay fallow ‘neath ash liberty truth
“colore nero”
When the colour
was sucked out
of our breath
our worlds
waited for
3
ecstatic
prophecy
Taigi
we
turned
our backs
waiting
like zombies
in long lines
we returned home
closed ourselves in
waited in our cribs
for our
curtains to call
black ball white ball
curtains drawn
not a peep
awake unable to sleep
bees wax blessed
trying to remember
childhood prayers
by then
in those days of darkness
not many believed in ghosts
QR codes
granted an audience
with the shadows’ host
counting numbers
angels denied
beasts blessed
dark nights
dark days
roll called
waiting for the light
and long forgotten
last minute heroes
by then
in those days of darkness
not many believed in ghosts
anarchy reigned
in the time of
colore nero
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Heaven and Hell” / Kanye West
https://youtu.be/XKWcAsT8Sqc
3 Days of Darkness
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Days_of_Darkness
https://www.virgosacrata.com/three-days-of-darkness.html
666
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number_of_the_beast
https://faculty.wts.edu/posts/why-is-the-number-of-the-beast-666/
Nero
https://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/gladiators/nero.html
Anarchism
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anarchism
Anarchism and Religion
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anarchism_and_religion
https://www.oklahoman.com/article/3325929/anarchist-neednt-be-anti-christ
Italian/ colore nero
English/ colour black
LYRICS/"Heaven & Hell", Kanye West
https://genius.com/Kanye-west-heaven-and-hell-lyrics
MR NERO
We know you-NERO
For you are, the people’s hero
You have stood in the right station
For the sake of your own nation
Your life’s a source of sledging boldness
What you have you offered in giving
Solid our life is-in your holiness’
Your way is a course to living
We saw arid in this country
But it now flow with milk and honey
You played fair in your game
That which has given us a name
Alas! We are a proud people
Virgin sings your name showing their dimple
Now we are in the time to nimble
Thus you are our seasoned man
With strength we matched to freedom
But death took you o! At Armageddon
Where can we put our face, where is our sun
We lost you in the night of our prom
How would I’ve listen to the sea
When I was feeling been free
Tears in my eyes drizzling
For you should be here-above o! You went
Two people so different
can view the poor
through different lenses
and offer a solution
but not the same solution
while America decides.
One is Robin Hood
who would take from some
and give to others.
The other is Nero
who would let more crumbs
fall from his table.
Donal Mahoney
for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing any one might say-
will change the fact
in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains
may death be swift,if die we must
and to your health i raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all turn to dust*
*
i can't remember if i sent this one in already...rob
for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing anyone might say
will change the fact
in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains
may death be swift if die we must!
and to your health I raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all turn to dust.
They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain
They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt
They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing
They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world
Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood
I sit in a hovel cold and wet
i wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind
And so will be be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell
If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans
Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate
Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them
Better to be wise than smart
Better to love for real than just saying
Think of the children they are slaying
The Owl is wise
The Fox is smart
Which do Trust
Nero the god! I had a dream.
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
Mother was with me as usual.
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said:
"Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said:
"No, mama, 'WE' do not. I'm gonna turn right!"
And that's what I did. She shouted after me:
"Become emperor, Nero, though you slay me".
The path led upwards toward the snowy heights,
past the lush vernal pastures of the lower slopes,
past vineyards and groves of olive trees,
through forests of oaks, birches,
willows, elms, yews and poplars and all holy trees,
past the crags where the chamois chewed stunted grass,
and the last brave wind-blasted pine
tossed and raged in defiance of the elements, I ascended,
till there was no other thing under heaven
but burning, blinding snow,
a conflagration no less fierce than that which now I see.
I looked down at the world of men,
and what should I see but -- ants!
The air was thin and pure - then the prize!
The summit appeared from behind a cloud-rift.
Treacherous thoughts welled up from within me:
"High climbers play with death –
death by freezing, death that lurks
in the shadow of a measureless abyss.
Was I not trespassing on holy ground? ‘
“Remember Icarus, remember Prometheus,"
sighed voices in the wind,
but then a louder voice from within me
bade me fear no counsel fit for the craven.
And so to the summit.
And what should I see when reached the Olympian heights,’
other than .....fierce Jupiter? Mighty Zeus?
I'll tell you what I saw!
There seated on an ivory throne, a frail old man,
whose long white beard fluttered in the wind.
His expression was more torpor than aught else.
That was it! He looked rather like...
some doddering old patriarch
that was Consul before Caesar's time.
As I approached, he tried to look grave and austere,
pathetically shaking his hoary senile head.
His trembling hand reached down –
I saw a quiver full of arrows
and a pile of thunderbolts at his side.’[
Now was my chance!
I seized him by the scruff of the neck,
and flung him down the mountain-side.
The last I saw of him was as he reeled
head over heels into a ravine.
Then I shouted in triumph to the four winds.
"THE OLD GOD IS DEAD.
Now I'm Top Dog. I got de thunderbolts".
Only a dream?
Perhaps. Dreams pass,
but not what they portend.
When I post a poem
And people comment review
Include the word clever
My heart skips a beat
No longer I retreat
Into my shell
Aside failure dwell
For on paper
I am Nero
The gallant chivalrousness hero
Not a meaningless Zero
Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.
Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.
Motherly cling to the high order ... the lap of power,
Emperor Augustus's Agrippina ... hails a league lineage,
the first passed adoption papers ... history at two years of age.
Emperor Claudius handheld Lucious ... heir apparent,
timely obligations convene ... Praetorians and the Senate,
youth rules ... Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
A singularity ventures ... shadows accomplish deeds,
airs cultural growth, diplomacy, trade ... and games of sporting chance,
distractions for feeble minds ... a mother, a wife, bled graven vows.
Minds of the destitute clamors ... affluence hushed from rears,
slaves dying daily ... entertained popularized its purposes,
at slave's expense, and Rome's aristocracy ... via taxation.
Rome burns for Nero's 'Golden House'... Christians blamed for flames,
rumors swapped clamors ... Emperor Galba aids Senator Vindex,
Christian deaths were wrongful ... Nero lost popular support.
Nero ruled known enemy ... condemned to death in absentia,
negatives fly ... as tyrannical, self-indulgent, and debauched,
he flees Rome ... 9 June AD 68, commits suicide.