"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead.
A moment's act and history's chapter done;
A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled,
And you the one that Caesar thought his son.
But were you son of Rome, and that came first?
Did Caesar die a hero, or a knave?
Can justice spring from such a violent burst?
Can sudden murder be an act that's brave?
I cannot judge, I was not there that day,
Nor felt the thought and passions of the street;
I cannot judge, let those who can then say
What fate a newborn tyrant stands to meet.
I cannot judge, and therefore close the door:
But lasting good came not from that day's horror.
Categories:
brutus, anger, betrayal, death, history,
Form: Sonnet
Well, Brutus was that sort of chap
As whacked his old man in the Cap.
The senators there,
They’d stab or they’d stare,
With all other business a wrap.
Categories:
brutus, anger, business, death, father
Form: Limerick
Brilliant bright brazen Brazilian Brutus brokered brave
Broomsticks bragging beyond bellowing birch branches
Bypassing bitty bites brought on by bystanders.
Categories:
brutus, word play,
Form: Alliteration
O familiar stranger tormenting my mind,
Why do you hide behind the veils?
Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ?
Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin?
And cut through my flesh masking your face.
You deny me your identity until my last gasp.
You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock.
A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were,
But vicious was your unforgiving strike.
As I lay in my pool of blood ,
And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly;
Alas, I have met my mortal end.
P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]
Categories:
brutus, betrayal, dark, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler
The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As he lumbers about on his four massive paws
Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws
Encouraging folk to keep children indoors
Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more
All labels my beast has been nick-named before
I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle
It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle
The park is all ours because other folk run
But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun
Brutus will rip him apart for a lark
And splatter its blood and guts over the park
Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me
Play with my dog, what good friends you could be
But kitten was clever, too clever for me
He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree
Categories:
brutus, animal, dog, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Athol Fugard is a leading voice in theater of Africa
will he condone silence about the street execution f George Floyd?
Dennis Brutus was being deported from USA in 1980s, from U. Penn
(I helped get him to speak against South Africa's Racist Constitution,
at Ohio University in 1984. I confess, with Libyan money as donation!)
Would the late Dennis Brutus be quiet about fascist cop Derek Chauvin?
I grew up under apartheid, deemed inferior to every white-skinned African
Not allowed to go or study where I wanted in South Africa
And loved to hear Steve Biko, Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King
Would they have been silent about "BLACK LIVES" don't matter?
Why do you write?
Are you really in the tradition of free expression, and poetry for ALL?
Categories:
brutus, america, hate, political, prayer,
Form: I do not know?
EVEN YOU BRUTUS
Many are the thoughts in hearts of men,
None to decipher it,
A smile can be for good and also for evil,
None to comprehend it,
Handshake can be for unnoticed challenge,
The mind has planned mischief and the hand is set to execute it.
You were my friend,
Swayed by greed you turned the cards against me in secret,
And laughed with me in the open,
I thought I was secured by our trust,
But it's fortress was besieged by your desires,
How would I have known all this,for I was mesmerized by our bond,
You betrayed that trust and stabbed me in the back,
How can it be you my friend,
Even you Brutus.
ANYABOLU IFEANYICHUKWU DOMINION
Categories:
brutus, friendship, humanity, murder, prejudice,
Form: Verse
At last the fleet sailed into the Trojan delta
shallow waters still filled with wreckage from the siege
Silt from Scamander and Simoeis
building numerous new islands
all anchored on the old refuse
boats were beached and tents were set
animals set free to graze in the Plain
Eager Brutus left the encampment
left behind him, his ships, his Trojans
left behind him, his wife, his squire
so eager was he to see fabled Troy.
Eager was he to see Apollo's angled walls
Eager was he to see Priam's Marbled palace
Eager was he for the home of his ancestor Anchises
Imogen settling into her tent thought about
Brises beloved of Achilles
was he truly husband or just a better master
than Agamemnon or those who had you next.
The Road to Troy was neither winding nor long
Brutus Iulius Trois needed no guide
Born he was in Ascanius's Troy, Lavinium
his youth spent in Helenus's Troy, Chanoia
Categories:
brutus, hero, history,
Form: Epic
(continued from While Caesar watches for Brutus Part One)
Then you think of a face you love, those prayers begin
You try to crawl safely back in
The crowd disperse with taunts of " chicken"
You reach for the priest's hand, you begin to stand
But you slip on a pigeon's shhhhhh........
You awaken in a body cast from head to toe
Napoleon and Caesar are debating the earth's woe
Nurse Ratchet comes in and blows a pill down your spout
You've bought a one way ticket to loony bin, with no way out
The world is so mechanical
It's becoming so scientific
It is getting to be so-so difficult
Your eyes search for answers
Your lips mutter why
Then you glance and Napoleon walks by
He salutes you, his wounded comrade
And kisses your cheeks
You smile, Napoleon smiles
While Caesar watches for Brutus.
Categories:
brutus, fun, humorous, life, satire,
Form: Rhyme
the unfinished ending verse is currently
So the trjojans came to Albion's Isle
The encampent named Totness - the headlands of All
for when brutus stepped down from his ship he shouted
here I am and take my rest, and This place is all
Veni et requiesce sum totus
there is a lot between still being written
who / what greets brutus at troy
how long he stays why he leaves -who else he picks up and loses in his travails
how mad is neptune about the several times lost sacrifice hesoine the great grey seal/ sea-dog
his adventures south to egypt tying into scots history
, and around north africa , malta, spain and france
before getting to totness
Categories:
brutus, history,
Form: Epic
To the end my friend!--- Caesar says
My lord this is as far as we go, --- Brutus says
To the end my friend!!! --- Caesar yells
This is as far as we go --- Brutus whispers
When the east meets the west,
And the beast meets the best,
When every issue is well addressed,
There still stands a test,
Friends become unholy angels,
Family member exist as strangers,
TO THE END MY FRIEND!!!!
When the storm sings,
We'll see the envious ones concern brings,
In the mist of things,
Seems like the fist for things,
Words are precious,
Put your hands together,
And see how far trust can stretch us,
I am your blood, your, Adam, your Eve,
Excuse me madame, excuse me please,
Pleasure is hate,
When treasure is confiscated to soon or late,
In my palms I hold your hope,
Tragicly my necks rope,
A bar of murderous soap,
I am Caesar,
Cry with me mother,
I am Caesar,
Die with me brother,
To the end my friend,
My lord this is as far as we go
Categories:
brutus, mystery, people, sad, song-time,
Form: Free verse