“But, for my own part, it was Greek to me”
Julius Ceasar Act 1 scene 2 by Shakespeare
trying to study the language of ancient Attica
is like studying all the rules in mathematica
it is all Greek to me!
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
I am 18 years old and in college.
I'm doing my best to adjust to my new life here.
Everyone is friendly and more than willing to help.
This will most likely be my last poem on this account
I hope you like this one.
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Interpret this however you will, but don't tell the government my secret!
I don't wanna go down like Julius (CEASAR)!
Love that's born from the shadow of the past
Some have thought that its verve would ever last
But the spell of the hands of destiny
Took the life of Cleopatra and Anthony
One might think that those who are in power
Could make the fierce hand of destiny cower
But even the mighty Ceasar was slain
He never thought that his own ghost was his villain
For the heat of the heart without its ember
Is like a ghost in the cold night of November
Those who play with heart's flaws will soon decay
Those who'll light its flame first may come to stay
Those who cheat the heat of heart in name of glory
Will soon face the blind eyes of raging fury
But a heart tamed by spark will forever glow
Its heat will melt the cold of night so love will flow
April 21, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1210 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904
I looked back to when time had its first bloodstain,
Before the ringing of the first bell;
When grace was pouring like rain;
When envy first unleashed its spell;
And Cain murdered his brother Abel.
It was a time remembered so well,
The wickedness of man unleashed the first hell;
Even the healing effects of time could not just quell,
For it was ingrained like a spell,
Like an endless flow of water from a well.
Then came the time of the great Ceasar
When his friend Brutus co-plotted his demise;
The plague that tarnished
The bond of friendship was unleashed,
Like a lurking predatory beast.
No wonder why in the time of Jesus,
He was also betrayed by his disciple Judas,
For a price of Pesetas,
For the blurring effect of silver spell,
Is as deafening as the ringing of the bell.
So be therefore forewarned,
Even in these days, Judas is around,
He did not change except in name and appearance,
For the luster of a penny he could slay without penance,
Like a lurking crazy blood hound.
It's sad to see how the scales
Have been tipping to one side
Taking from the poor to give the rich,
more power over the poor
Cause they buying out justice
It's sad cause for the longest time
Justice was the one thing that couldn't be bought
But it's now turned that Ceasar too is cashing on
And that walls of justice have turned its ears
The other way listening to chimes of dimes
It's sad that an inoccent can be made guilty
And the guilty walks free
What does it say about good and bad?
What then will we teach our kids?
If we not taking to the same teachings we show them
It's sad that however much we try
There's always a blind eye
Being turned over pages of justice
So with this poem I hope to put in order the mess
In this society ropes as my pen hits the mace, to silence injustice
The PO£T
Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?
She, Queen of Egypt, he, Ceasar of Rome,
Together, their lands united a sea,
Their fusion less capitol, more a home,
A son born to them, though rule, not to be,
Yet, her debut in Rome breathed an epic,
Whilst there, Brutus and his clan, did tragic,
End murdered, Gaius Julius Caesar,
Self-death, Cleopatra Philopator.
2019 September 24
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : IX
IF you pull a long face
Being born with a long face bytheway
Then you have at worst a problem face
None will know if you're sad or gay
Now if you keep pulling this long face
Mostly at the dinner table, say
Most would think it a commonplace
To pull the leg off the mint sauce tray
Yet if you keep pulling the same face
Some mugs who thrive on mere hearsay
Might try to pull your long aching face
To pave the way for a new long Broadway
And if you keep pulling that long face
Long as Sphinxes' smirks look from far away
Remember how Ol' Ceasar fell for Cleo's grace
And Antony dragged half-sister to Rome as prey
So if you must pull a long face
Seeing who pulls spiteful faces in disarray
At those faces being belittled for their race
Put on balance long face and Sphinx to weigh
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 2nd , 2019
He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.
As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.
When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.
Ooazru
From the line of Ceasar
The Primate
Become a Great Ape
A Leader
In this Zoo full of creatures
King Kong come from bloodline of primes
The bloodline of mine
These monkeys still in they primal state
Like donkey Kong spitting barrel blasts
Watch how the king swing in his wrath
Yall donkeys know konga go cowabonga
In this wildlife I got to be a jungle climber
Come out the jungle an rise
adapted to this nature wiser
Dawn of the Planet of the ape
Dawn to respond to the hate
In Bathin apes color of Sand Lake
Bout to make this Kong Land
I said look
Lord is my salvation
I can feel my heart
Pulsating
Aching my head
Procrastinating changes
I hope I change this
If u can handle me at my worst
You deserve me at my best
Life is a test
Study a human
Study every movement
Unchain your mind
No pain is soothing
I'm looking eyes blurry
My mind feels stupid
I lose it
Starry eyes and stooges
Talking lies on the pulpit
I can prove it
I'm lonely I'm the moon man
Eskimo life in this cold world
My body shivers like seizures
All I ever wanted is the realm
Like julius ceasar
My body numb
Razor blades cut through my wrist
I bleed out
All the pain and unrest
Emotions that trouble my chest
If there was a beginning
This the first
If God is omega
This is the end
The ignominy of buying and
selling
Is disgustingly despicable
The church of God
Has lost its taste
Its flavour diminished
The worldly purview
Is warming its way into the
church
Money is the order of the day
The taxonomy has to change
So as not to bring the name of
God
Into disrepute....
The drawing board we must
go
Checkmating ourselves...so
this excesses will not condemn
us
By not giving to ceasar what
belongs to ceasar
In Gods presence
You reverence Him in its
entirety
Not hiding under the backdrop
Of christian resource materials
being sold
Let's change and digress from
this sinful way
Before change changes us
Mere means of being master of all labor, this power
Overthrows all virtue, and write the metered history
Nations spin web in web, and now it is the cocoon hour
Emerge the spider on spindly legs from calyx tragedy
Yelping bankers and their merchants billed for all wars
Consumers credit lost, money minting on us its scars
Ruined trust in men awake us to being pawns of greed
Economy after economy in goldless tatter and its shame
Dies, drizzle, toxic in resuurection the fawned at weed
Industrialist used to circumvent taboos in the blind game
Trapping with historic dream the energy of men stagnant still.
I come not to Zion yet but old Jerusalem in desert sand
Sighing at the prints, O garrulous the nail marked hand
Debt and deal transacted, the calyx shrivels in winkless sun
Orbituuary of Babel's history, Mammon's feathers unwaxed
Nature in sure cycles recovers, wind breaks the spider spun
Emancipated faith confronts the Ceasar, ransomed and taxed
Julie and Caesar
It was one rainy season
She came to my home as a kid
Her weak barks and jumps made us her lovers
In another fine evening
He entered to my home as her comp[anion
Both of them were taking our hours and
won our entire affection on them
Julie we named her to call and
Caesar ,he had as his name
They had their milk in a in a single bowl and
they had their stay in our top floor
Their calls made us to run towards them
because they were our beloved
Their birth may be on road to a street dog
Their past may be from a road side
Now they are our beloved and
Now they are our much beloved
Fate played His cruel role on them
He took Ceasar from us in the name of death
We wept and fogoten his loss But
Still Julie is searching her companion with love
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