Ides of March
In triumphant days, when ambitions surpassed,
cowering in the throng of democracy
before the Senate, Caesar pleaded, “Show mercy!”
Love doesn’t conquer, but vengeance will.
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Note:
According to the ancient Roman calendar, March 15 is the “Ides of March” and was the day in 44 BC when Julius Caesar (100 BC–44 BC) was assassinated.
“Ides” comes from the Latin word meaning “to divide” and, in the old Roman calendar, referred to the day in the middle of the month (the 15th day of March, May, July, and October, and the 13th day for the remaining months). The Romans used the “Nones” (ninth day before the Ides), the “Ides” (middle of the month), and the “Kalends” (first day of the month) to calculate other dates.
Remember,
My Dearest,
December.
On my birthday we met,
The fifth day of the month,
I shall never forget
That awesome occasion--
Your breathless expression,
With winsome persuasion.
A week later, first date, I was late
You patiently waited, knowingly,
Guessing our inevitable fate.
On Christmas Eve I gave you a ring
Nothing too elaborate, I thought,
Small diamond, a tiny dainty thing.
We wed the following Christmas Eve
I went away to fight the war, and
In December, you were left to grieve.
FIRST PLACE TROPHY WINNER
Written July 2, 2021
for “3-6-9 Poetry Contest”
sponsored by Emile Pinet
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
Note: [different syllable checkers have different
numbers of syllables for "diamond". I
pronounce it with two syllables, i.e.
die-mund].
In the first day of the month of rain
She blushed forth from the earth
Beneath the verdant canopies
Of her sylvan homestead
Every dawn, she smiled at the sun
Beaming at her idol’s daily passage
Posing in perfect stillness
Until her face fell with the day
As the night’s veil unfolded
Her eyes skywards turned to hear
The beckoning voices of the singing stars
And the sighs of the downcast moon
For many cycles she thus stood
A green youth at first, reserved and demure
Always precocious, ever apprehensive
To find her footing beneath a towering sky
Finally she made her wardrobe
And adorned a fair dress of aubergine
Her soft feet ensconced in earthy shoes
With wild hair bearing a light perfume
She thought herself too much
And denied the multitude of pests
Or the buzzing overtures of many suitors
To stay alone within a blooming world
At last he stumbled and found her
Gently plucking her roots from the soil
Softly placing her in a glass vase
As a gift for his assignation
When the two lovers had left
She alone remained at the windowsill
To contemplate her new milieu
And smile at the sun again
The cops are on the roads today
And this is why, I’d bet,
Their ticket quotas for the month
Have not been filled quite yet.
This is the last day of the month
And so the pressure’s on
To catch some speeders in the hours
Before the day is gone.
We saw them nabbing five or six;
All slowed without a fuss.
I’m glad they nailed those other cars
And had no time for us.
All one ever wanted in their life is to have a happy month.
Just 31 days of a special month.
It wasn't something too big or too much to ask.
Just a month filled with happiness and laughter.
Each day of the month, one tried their best.
Each day of trying to have the good days.
Avoiding leaving the ending day with a bad note.
Yet there were some days, in which had to end that way.
One can wonder how to avoid such an inevitable fate.
When there was something in which one have tried to escape.
No avail as the inescapable coming of one has headed in their life.
One's wish has been shattered like a torn portrait seen from a dream.
31 days and one felt the balance of the good days went against them.
Can the month that will be born soon not meet the exact same fate?
All one can do for the remaining days of this month is to smile.
And hope the bad memories of this month will fade in a long while.
Hello, January
Yea, the Roman God Janus
The ruler of new beginnings,
The first hour of the day
The first day of the month
The first month of the year.
You are blessed with two heads
One head to look forward
And the other for retrospective view
I take inspirations from your two heads
For new objectives and new commitments
And to renew the old commitments.
To cast the old and welcome the new.
The shortest day has passed
The days are getting longer
Soon I can stay out in a twilight.
Though January named after you,
Two seasonal diversions are around
To ease the bites of winter.
Though there’s quietness all around
But secret activities are in full swing
The soil absorbs the pure rains
And micro organisms converting
Fodder into usable nutrients
For the next crop of plants.
The hungry earthworms force a way
Impregnating the soil to welcome
The seeds and bare roots to come.
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Date 8-1-14
Form: Free verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Hello, January by Vicky Tsulima
It is horrible news for any business entity
if an outfit is forced into a bankruptcy.
There is no immunity even in the casino industry.
Another one bites the dust here in Atlantic City.
After the thirteenth day of the month of January,
the southernmost place on the boardwalk will be history.
Due to the economic climate and increased competition,
any enterprise can fall into a precarious situation.
Apparently unable to meet its current obligations,
a hotel has been told to cease its operations.
We will be saying goodbye after over thirty years.
Apparently, only hotel employees will be shedding tears.
Fundamental five virtues of wisdom, truth, goodness, justice and love
In tune with five senses of taste, smell, touch, hearing and sight
Vibrations of the five sided pyramids draw power, and emit light
Elements of water, fire, wood, metal and earth each share their worth
Simply the luckiest day of the month for one’s birth!
September 2, 2013
When the wind
blow,when the sun
shines,when the rain
falls,when the dark calls
the day to slumber,when
men have all gone to
sleep,when no one thinks
of thee,when no one
cares,l will always be here
for you! Thinking of
you,yearning for you and
when the morning retires
the night to it's place and
when all men awakens to
behold the brighter new
day of the month and
week.l will always wish
you a wounderful week
and lots of love.l care for
thee.l will always love
you,in my heart have l
created a space for you
to occupy. Behold and
see that we are not only
meant for each other but
that we are created for
and from one another.l
love you till the end of
time and end of seasons.
My love for you glitters
more the the stars of
heaven,my passion for
you eludes the illusion of
lust. I love you from the
depth of my soul.
O n the very first day of this month
C hilling winds make their debut
T hroughout the country farmers make reap their last harvest
O pen pastures remain where grain once stood
B ut it is the last day of the month, the
E ve of all Saints, when children
R ush from home to home, seeking treats and playing tricks
I’ve written of the happy times,
I’ve written of the sad.
I’m looking through my memories
For something that is bad.
Perhaps I should tell my great age,
But that would be contrary
To vow I made not to reveal it,
Even in my obituary.
I must try to think of something
That would give me claim to fame.
That I can’t recall a single thing
Should give me cause for shame.
I’ve walked the straight and narrow
In the middle of the highway,
And thus missed all of the pitfalls
That were hidden on the byway.
I did hit Ripley’s column, at
Urevealed time of my birth.
(Ripley gathered strange facts
From the far ends of the Earth).
I arrived the seventh member
Of my family you see. As
Seventh granddaughter of each grandma
I was deemed a rarity.
It was Sunday, seventh day of the week,
When I uttered my first cry,
And the seventh day of the month,
The year’s seventh month, July.
Mamma cut that column out
And kept it in the Bible’s pages.
She and Daddy often called me
Their little “Marvel of the Ages”.
Leave not to come back,
Fly not to land on track
Buildings never to stand as before
History shall not be repeated no more
As a new day draws near,
We look back one year
After the new millennium
And wish for no mourning symposium
Eleventh day of the month of September
Human shall always remember
When the world trade center
Was destroyed with faith blundered
Tears falling as they see a nightmare
And doubtful minds uncertain with life not being fair
As savage people pilot to create a fable
Which has made life a turntable
"Life is innocent but human beings are guilty"
"looking back with tears , the future is approached with a lot of fears"
for 9-11 contest
a week, just one week
this time just last week
you were still here with me
laughing shouting, crying
bringing happiness
making me laugh
we fought, a lot
but i still loved you
and now you are not here
and i don't know what to do
you were a mother.
a aunt.
a daughter.
a worker.
a wife.
and you where my best friend
friends forever is what we said
i didn't know forever could come so soon
on that cloudy day of the month of may.
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