Cinnamon
Sin O' Man
Cinna- MON
Such A Spicy
So Unique
Familiarity
To Every Cheek.
CinnaMAN
'WALL' U Can
In Your Eyes
U Understand
Cinna-Mania
On A Streak
Turn It Over
Take Uh' Peak.
Treat Me To
A Firm Desire
Raise A Flame
To Every Fire
Call The Future
Such A Liar
'Till Yer Sausages
All
Expire.
-Gray Squirrel
05-24-2025
Categories:
cinna, life,
Form: Free verse
No beliefs except the unworthy,
A thuggish frame without a mind
Growing reeds with his father's seeds,
No thoughts except the unkind.
Idle Prince on wicker Olympus,
Stroll down and inherit your Earth.
The risen dead may come and see
The King of human stock,
While he slinks stinging,
To another room,
A Cinna.
Categories:
cinna, allegory,
Form: Epitaph
O Cinna man,where you gonna run to?
O Cinna man,where are you gonna hide?
What's with poetry which makes us all blue?
Your verses we can no longer abide
Most of us labour on the foothills of Parnassus
Being no more than dross among the gold
We are but pygmies beside any Colossus
Yet we want our poems to applause unfold
Our thirst we cannot slake from the Pierian spring
Our dryness burns deep into every scroll
'Tis no wonder that our poetry does not sing.
Why do we bother our heads to write at all?
It must grieve the bounteous Muses
Who long to hear the song of songs
Their gifts they do not refuse us
So why do we so often get it wrong?
Categories:
cinna, poetry, poets, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Roman dignity, what has happened to it all?
This month of March has been something to appall.
I cannot believe our esteemed senators
could possibly become murderous conspirators.
The body of our beloved Gaius Julius
lies bloodied and mutilated before us.
What an act so dastardly and atrocious!
Among the murderers are Marcus Brutus.
Included is his brother-in-law Cassius Longinus.
Another assassin is Servilius Casca.
You also tell me there is Lucius Cornelius Cinna.
How diseased and decrepit is this body politic!
Graft and corruption have ravished the republic!
This murder will lead to acts that are more terrible.
Further bloodshed and civil war appear inevitable.
Categories:
cinna, historybody,
Form: Rhyme