Best Remus Poems
*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 eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
Categories:
remus, celebration, character, conflict, fate,
Form:
Sijo
There is a city in Europe where Romans do dwell
The beginning of which must have been hell
Founded by twins once sentenced to die
And nursed by a she-wolf. They came to defy
The horrible uncle that tried to destroy
The peace that would come from the twin boys
Afraid they would one day steal his thrown
He sentenced their deaths, but they lived on unknown
Till one day they learned who they truly were
And marched an army to kill the cur
After his death the twins disagreed
They decided on a contest-The winner succeeds-
Romulus started a city of his own
But Remus was angered at being alone
He hopped right over his brother’s moat
And was slain on the spot, or so it was wrote
Romulus became King of the Lands
And built many things with his two hands
The Senate and Rome can be credited to him
Quite a lot from someone whose life was so grim
Categories:
remus, historycity, day,
Form:
Classicism
We’ve heard of brothers who didn’t love
but hated their siblings instead.
And there were some who went so far
as to want a brother dead.
Cain slew Abel, Romulus killed Remus
Jacob tricked his brother Esau.
And brother killed brother in Civil War,
worst the country ever saw.
But this is not the way it should be
and my own dad and mother
raised five sons who didn’t quarrel.
Each one truly loved the other.
They were taught the Bible story
told by the man with many sons.
A bundle of sticks can’t be broken
but you easily snap just one.
My brothers all stayed friends for life
and no one came between them.
I miss their jokes and jovial talk,
its so long now since I’ve seen them.
Brother love is a wonderful thing
and I saw it personified
in my big loving brothers
until the day the first one died.
Their circle became a bit smaller
as they left it one by one.
Now my younger brother, sister and I
have a circle of our own.
By Joyce Johnson April 22, 2011
For Miranda's "Brotherly Love " Contest
Categories:
remus, familybrother, brother, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Perhaps we have loved before
in the Lupanar of Pompei
goddess of Priapus
the overseer
of the fertile garden
commanded me.
We perspired upon pillows
stuffed with reeds
feathers and straw
most unwitting lady
whispered to me
"You will be Priapus!"
Content within you
likeness of dedicated fruit
made love into real fruit
worn lascivious acts
woman of well-borne grapes
dark skinned lady enraged with lust.
Stars may rise and set
but the light within us has set
night becomes one long dream
I now desire for 1000 more kisses
dark goddess of Priapus
from where Romulus and Remus
suckled the milk of the she-wolf...
Categories:
remus, beauty, desire, love, muse,
Form:
Free verse
I WANNA KNOW
(Children's Rhyme intended for Picture Rhyme Book)
Would the haunted house be creepy if it had no creeps?
Would it be scary without the creaks?
Would clouds stay huffy puffy if they never had leaks?
Would the sky lite up at christmas if Rudolph had no shiny nose?
What if a polar bear hid Santa's Ho, Ho, Ho's?
Would Christmas still come true?
I don't know , that's why I'm asking you!
And what if Uncle Remus lost his Zippity -Do?
Could a tickle be fun without a giggle?
How far could a worn travel without his wriggle?
Would Jello be delicious if it couldn't jiggle?
And could a Duck quack if his tail wouldn't wiggle?
What if North Pole fired Santa and his elves
Who would make toys and stock workshop shelves?
If there weren't stocking stuffers playing peek-a-boo ,
Tell me true...would simple hugs and kisses do?
If peanut butter had no toast would you be blue?
Me too!
What if Peter Cottontail forgot his basket that carried your treat,
Would he still hippity-hoppity-hop down your street?
And would you rush to great Peter Cottontail then,
And still consider him your Honey-Bunny friend?
Could the firefly see in the dark without its blink, blink, blink?
Is the owl flirting when it hoots at you and sends a wink?
Would the Rainbow Trout be as colorful without it's pink?
And would you cry if the skunk misplaced his stink?
Would you miss the P-U?
And tell me would it trouble you if...
Roaster Krewster choked on his cock-a-doodle-do?
Without bubbles does gum have any taste,
Or is it like a game of tag with noone to chase,
Or like a bar of soap that can't find a dirty face
Would you still chew or would Bubbalicious Bubblegum and you be through?
Categories:
remus, children, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/roman-reign
https://youtu.be/Z1hAGvzB8Nk
The prominent years, of which did last
Great heights of power, of centuries past
According to legend, thy Rome we build
Twin brothers afore, o’ Remus killed
O’ city of Rome, of which we name
A land of power, government, fame
A laurel wreath, for emperors made
Make way Augustine, we shall invade
Proud legions stand, march with thy sword
Set up camp, in one accord
Hilltops on high, settlement surround
Excavated objects found
We bind the law, of which was spoke
Of magistrates power, enforce, evoke
Writings carved, upon thy stone
Papyrus, bronze, of Latin alone
Villas remain, a courtyard near
Mosaic art, yet to revere
Myths and legends, they chose per se
God and goddess, a role to play
The Colosseum, the serious wars
O’ re-enact at theatre doors
Horses trotting, yet at a pace
The circus held, thy chariot race
Lend a penny, now let us bath
Thy mineral water, water wave
As strigils scrape, upon thy skin
With lavish oil, thy slave rub-in
A solid cause, bring to effect
Our empire built, we shall protect
Provinces, lands, we captured all
Stood to defend, afore thy fall
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
remus, children, history,
Form:
Free verse
I have some stories from my childhood, so very long ago.
Which is legend, fairy tale or real, is very hard to know.
Did I not see Paul and his blue ox plowing up the prairie?
Were not Romulus and Remus suckled by a wolf so hairy?
I believed everything I saw in print when I was only nine
And then to find they are not true has really messed my mind.
Please don’t tell me that Robin Hood was not a real live hero.
If all his Merry Men are myths, then I am batting zero.
King Arthur and the round table and Sir Gallahad the knight
Were real to me as you are, to deny that isn't right.
The legend of Sleepy Hollow, near frightened me to death.
The headless rider and galloping horse truly made me lose my breath.
Some folks claim they have seen Bigfoot, or the monster from Loch Ness.
Whose talking straight, whose telling lies, is anybody’s guess.
I guess I’ll choose what to believe and I’ll do that because
There are some folks who try to say… “There is no Santa Claus”.
No. 10 in contest
Categories:
remus, nostalgiame, me,
Form:
Couplet
not yet a poet laureate?
Myrtle! I say, (she's a tree of lowly lineage,)
unwind your limbs from the lordly pine. I saved
him from the builder's saw, the gaping yaw
of someone's fire. I claim this stalwart symbol mine
as traveling mate, our tandem destiny of
the arbor-trary kind absolved from ordinary fate.
Yet, if I, or my soldier tree should fall, I call
on the power of St. Michael's sword, his purple
yew, which downed the devil in a few. We,
who are to the lavender born, unlike the myrtle
of low born scorn -- Prince of angels, mighty
tree, I take my holding power from thee. One eye
cocked toward immortality, I remain to make
the odd, little poem, or narratives a' la Uncle
Remus, forever hoping to be famous.
for Ron
Categories:
remus, imagination, tree, power, tree,
Form:
Ballad
What a sad day out on the farm;
A raccoon got a chicken, did harm.
At the edge of the heather,
The large pile of feathers
Was enough to raise the alarm.
Bat and Gat knew they’d need an assist,
So they asked Juno dog to enlist.
They watched at all hours,
Did all in their powers,
But still one more chicken was missed.
They defended another attack,
But the raccoon would keep coming back.
So they thought, and they planned;
This was going to be grand.
They were taking a different tack.
Juno thought it a brilliant idea,
So they ordered some parts from IKEA,
With molasses and more,
That they got from the store
And the rest sent by boat from Korea.
Then they waited for all to arrive.
Their assembly could now be revived.
They put all together,
Then added the feathers,
And their Tar Chick looked very alive!
Just as soon as they put Tar Chick out,
Here comes that raccoon with a shout,
“Hey chickie babe, dear,
Please come over here!”
He said, “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Well the Tar Chick, see, she never spoke.
He said, “Ma’am, are your kin stuck up folk?
And he laughed and romanced,
Then he grabbed her to dance,
And that’s when the molasses jar broke.
You see, both of his hands were now caught,
And the more that he thrashed, worse it got.
With his head and feet stuck,
He has run out of luck;
It all stemmed from the trouble he sought.
Then Bat, Gat, and Juno reappeared.
From his head to his toes, he was smeared.
Of the Chick, there was nothing;
She’d lost all her stuffing,
But no longer was he to be feared.
He was quiet; he’d quit talking smack.
He was so scared they thought he would crack.
Once he understood,
He got hauled to the woods,
And that old coon, he never came back!
With the raccoon threat now gone away,
The chicks could come back out to play.
Hero cats for the win
With their big Juno friend,
Bat and Gat once again saved the day!
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With an obvious nod to Tales of Uncle Remus, by Julius Lester,
one my mother read to me, and I to my children, growing up.
Time to get with the grands and outline some more stories!
Categories:
remus, animal, hero, silly,
Form:
Limerick
A. Hatta asked
Q.”...why is the Raven like a writing desk?...”
because
it’s a.haven
Artemis
and not a fowl quill
he said... ah!
x
...
more regulus
then romulus
and brighter
then remus
i’d say
but not quite
so famous
the heart of a lion
called a raven
shameless
ah!
but distinctly
i remember
once upon a knight
in a dreamy september
flying embers knotting
quaint surrenders tapping
i nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
and i awoke wondering
“tis some visitor”
i uttered almost laughing
with and not at
his gentle naughty tapping
pleased
and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
he was quite inviting
“couldnt find the door
so i came through the floor”
“ive come to remember
and perhaps to forget
that ive read the forgotten
on the ecliptics lip”
then a howling wolf
made a growling sound
but the raven stayed quiet
in the eyes of time
and 32 flights
became 33 rhymes
so do tell a soul
if with sorrows laden
that there is a palm
and a caring maiden
serving fresh
her cups of malt
with talons cut
upon a falcons deck
and even if
raven speaks knot
many have lived
tHere without
a trace
Categories:
remus, art
Form:
My Continuous Incredible Poem Series is
dedicated to Will Rogers, Robert Frost and
Ogden Nash who I forever will admire and
use as examples to follow. With them as
examples how could any of your poems
possibly go wrong. Here is the introduction.
There were many queries into my poem series,
Who were well impressed with what I stressed.
In bed or anywhere they all can be read
Until into a sleep distinguished as dead.
(That also applies to heat but being a
man will not have to worry about that.)
Many of my poems people will ignore
Due to fact that them they did deplore.
When you did become dedicated to the corps
Thanked them for being on a foreign shore.
A big league pitcher had been so thin
He lacked enough energy for a game to win.
When a big leaguer had bunted a baseball
Ended up being in dust and couldn't find at all.
If you are dumb as well as democratic
You are bound to draw a lot of static.
Nicodemus and Uncle Remus were quite a pair,
And one was a person and the other a hare.
This one with you thought I should share
So with the others you too can compare.
Now so does end this delicate poem series
Although many more may be mysteries
Will write poems to meet your desire
Until it does end and then will expire.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Episcopalian Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivianator, NC
Categories:
remus, funny, humorous,
Form:
Blank verse
1
Since 1983, I spent each year
With her, or reasonably near
O to think I once was young, in love
With U (USA) running from African woe
That apartheid in South Africa
Yet I hadn't planned to leave her
I'd visit a month or two, less than a year
Even when I worked (one in Mandela's time,
A deputy director in their State Dept.)
But now, I've missed America much
Four years soon, another home
Albeit for a cause (Great Commission)
How i wish I'd not obeyed "religion"
2
Without you, Sundays are free
I have no religious duty or Assembly
I have little to look forward to
But loving U was stressing me also
I made an healthy choice, the break
Now to live -- hour by hour, by the minute
Here and now, though memories rising like Jesus
Reveal addiction to nationalism.
Romulus? Remus?
Categories:
remus, africa, america, feelings,
Form:
Bio
A contextual gray
dulls the horizon’s lure,
blending the sharper hues,
softening the day’s rush
like warm cotton batting
awaiting a fine rump.
Drizzle manifests,
depressing, maudlin
lackluster, shrouding
the zip in the day,
Uncle Remus frowns.
Ole Br’er Rabbit
would not come out!
The blue birds hide
waiting for sun.
Ole Sol peeks.
Remus smiles.
Br’er hops in.
Blue birds
arrive
SING!
Categories:
remus, animals, black african american,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Hey A Diddle, Diddle
The Cat has a riddle...
So when the dish ran away with Spoon
What station did little dog craft
giving big dog reason
to laugh at noon...
"... she works the wire..."
Regulishus!
More Regulus then Romulus
and brighter than Remus
I’d say
but not quite so famous
the heart of a Lion
called a raven shameless
ah but distinctly
I remember
once upon a Knight
in a dreamy September
flying embers knotting
in quaint surrenders tapping...
I nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
so I awoke to wander
“...It'za visitor...”
I uttered almost laughing
as his gentle naughty clapping
pleased and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
was quite inviting...
So I asked about the Moon
"...Who, I said, am I..."
Categories:
remus, life, poets, science, space,
Form:
Rhyme
The city where I was born was destroyed
by the dam breach, the house where I lived
became flooded rubble...
I didn't learn to swim there
So I came to Rio de Janeiro...
The city welcomed me with cents
typical thunderstorms of the mars waters...
Without threshing or border I saw myself as Romulo
without Remus... I felt sans canoe and sans oars... But San Sebastian helped me
and there I was jubilant
as I had never been...
Today the poet that I am, I live remembering the epic events that happened... !
Categories:
remus, adventure, allusion, appreciation, fate,
Form:
Light Verse