Best Pompey Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.

The Ides of March

Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed...

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Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens. 
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she...

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The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm...

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The Ides of March
are no different than of October
just seven months older
and perhaps, a little bit colder.

And had Caesar only stayed away 
from the Curia...

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At work it was
slack- not much to
do,
The boss was out on
the prowl. 
We have to look busy
no matter what
His face was all of
a scowl.

I had...

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Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess...
You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar...
As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus
and all...

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The rubicon is crossed,
thirteenth legion for glory.
Augustan,publico pro bono,
behold the untold story.

Marched into all Rome,
flags of the republic burn.
Demons threaten his name,
and say they shall...

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At work it was slack- not much to do,
The boss was out on the prowl. 
We have to look busy no matter what
His face was...

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Who am I? I am not Fred Flintstone, nor am I Billy Goat Gruff,
And I am not Will Shakespeare, nor a Scotsman named MacDuff;
I am...

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The ruling party's eternal line: Warriors brightly shine, 
Their battlefield triumphs necessarily fine.
Yet crown them as statesmen, heroics diminish,
Often resulting in ignominious finishes.

Caesar defeated Pompey,...

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After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust 
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
 That’s my version anyhow,...

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I will take you to this mountain
where you’ll see remains of Pompey...

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She sets my heart aflutter
So much so I wish she would mutter
Those words "I do"
In front of onlookers in a pew

My heart says it can...

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Where have all tne beauiful words gone? 
The skipping rhythms, 
Tangled in luscious forms, 
That painted movies in our minds. 

And does it matter? 
If...

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