Subjugator of Rome's eagle
Hero of the sacred flame
Able and gentle horseman
Patron of the paraclete
Upholder of the holy dove
Renowned as the King of Kings
(Poem in honour of Shapur I, who ruled the Sasanian Empire from 240 – 270 AD, known for his religious tolerance and victory over the Roman Empire)
Watched our city burn to ashes
They crumbled at your feet
Wait until some time passes
Let’s see the fate you’ll meet
My sword pressed to your neck
We can no longer pretend
That your acts don’t affect
People with hearts to mend
Nero, Nero, what do you say?
It’s time to take a bitter pill
You can’t have Rome your way
If you’re a slave to the hills
You rule like a filthy king
Blood coating your robes
As the fire burns, you sing
Jewels hang from your wife’s lobes
Now, you’ve got a throne to keep
But where is your list of morals?
And into your palace we’ll leap
And steal your gorgeous florals
So, Nero, listen to your people
Be careful who you keep close
Because the moment the leaves fall
Your life will hit an all-time low
magician
contrition
priestess
be blessed
emperor
forore
empress
depress
lovers
in clovers
footles
bootless ! ~ >
Once upon a time,
a star fell from the sky.
There were two fragments.
The first fell into the birthplace of hope.
Empathy, compassion, and mercy,
carrying out the will of the heavens.
And the other was passed down among powerful people,
burning with ambition, greed, and desires.
Bleeding into the earth, spreading sickness.
The power of the cosmos, corrupted.
I can feel it,
This is the power I’ve been seeking all this time.
Now at last,
the strongest dragon will be born.
Give it all to me,
give it to me.
Don’t resist it.
You cannot fight it,
Trust me.
You must become one with it.
No one can defy the will of the heavens.
The fate determined by the stars.
Sacrifice everything to me.
A throne made of bones,
atop of the ruins of the pale king.
A burning village with shards of stone.
However, in the end,
that power was created by humans.
There is no reason why I shouldn't overcome it.
My flames will burn the black sun to a crisp.
I must rise to greater heights,
claim all the power in the world.
My biggest disgrace.
However, because of that mistake,
I was reborn.
This cracked crown, this pure vessel.
Smash it to pieces.
You once shaded lovers and sparrows.
your branches combed the morning mist-
a cathedral of green where children sang,
and the sun broke bread with your leaves,
O patient giant,with roots like prayer,
you watched seasons kneel before you.
The rain leaned close to whisper secrets,
the moon hung her lamp from your crown.
But two fools came with saws and laughter-
their hands empty of reverence or song.
They did not hear the sap cry out,
nor the small bird scream from its broken home.
O murderers of shade and silence,
what did you gain from such noise?
The world grew smaller when you fell,
and even the wind forgot its music.
An Emperor With No Clothing
Would Be A Painful Site
No Hat No Hair No Paint No Lies
No Devil In Disguise
No Right...
But Smoother In The
Darkest Night
They Slither Out Of View
A Mote Into The Madness
Passing ---
Clearly Out Of
TRUE *
Whatever! Wearing Costumes...
Let's See Who's Dressed The Best!
From Military Uniforms To
Oops!!! Revealing Breasts.
OK,
You KNOW What's
"Proper,"
But Are You
SURE.
???
CUZ:
We've Made A Mess
Of Naked-ness
Since We
Realized We Were.
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2025
An emperor reclines in
thrall to my confines
O, how he’d dictate to his heart’s delight
but he’s too wise to fight
my shrewd mind and my steely spine
~ carves out his place midst my shrine
Come one, come all, to the grand affair!
The emperor sells his finest robes bare!
After a child called out: "He has no clothes"
What would the crowd bid for those?
The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown.
Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around.
Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams,
To be auctioned off, as the suit of his dreams.
The crowd cheered, adoring his gall and pride,
While hiding their giggles and snickers aside.
“Such courage!” they cried with a mischievous grin,
To auction off his birthday suit he was born in!
The auctioneer cried: "Now come on what is bid"
For the world finest, in invisible clothes hid.
For these Emperor clothes are fit for a King!
Who knows what fame and fortune they will bring?
The room ignited, the bidding went wild,
As emperor posed, smiled; he was so beguiled!
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer, banging his hammer,
To the nudist, wearing his pride with such glamour.
"Their cross will decay
Rome will be as a phoenix
Helios will reign supreme"
"The sun always sets
Accept the eagle’s old age
Find dominion in your mind"
The wounded sigh of a father,
Tells his concern for his child
Whose actions seem stupid and wild.
The wounded sigh of a teacher,
Reflects his worry for his pupil
His progress, if he can’t quadruple.
The wounded sigh of a wife,
Shows her anxiety for her better half
As she senses a threat for her marriage graph.
The wounded sigh of a doctor,
Denotes his apprehension for his sick person
Whose health does progressively worsen.
The wounded sigh of an emperor,
Is the sign of bother for the safety of his nation
As he sees his warriors’ gradual elimination.
The wounded sigh of an environmentalist,
Is the signal of his distress against pollution
And his search for the ways of its solution.
The wounded sigh of a peace lover,
Is the symbol of his hostility towards wars
As they destroy the lives of crores.
A solar halo
Sol Invictus blistering
Or the cross blazing
Burning for roman bloodshed
Who in truth was Cain scheming
Archon of the west, whose spouse was the worldly Sophia
Who blindly abandoned his childhood lamb, to search for unseen light
Though the lamb could have showed him the pure gnosis he craved for
Poem (from a Gnostic Christian perspective) about the Roman Emperor Julian the Apostate, who abandoned Christianity in favour for philosophical Paganism.
there are some people
I do know
they speak of places
I can't go
ooh then some
if God is real
might should I ask
the chores of one
done by two
Makes easy the task?
Hadian speak to the Romans.
Yes God is Real
He's real in our Souls
Yes God is real
that We have washed
and made us whole
Gods love for us
is what we should know
yes God is real
cause we can feel him
in our souls!
Answered by the Romans
This was spoken when Hadrian wished
to build the Temple of Venus and Rome.
While in Rome a woman asked
if she could kiss the
dark haired Spaniard. The fella answering her questions
laughed and told her she was referring to Caesar she
humbled herself and said she thought
Caesar was a legend and a myth.
until she saw his face she didn't believe. The jews
around her told her that he wasn't the savior god
but he ( Caesar) wished them to worship
him as god, something
these men refused to do. She smiled
at them and said Hail Caesar might I feed my
people. Several woman than throw tomatoes at her
and called her a whore. She rose stained and shame
""Si, Dio e reale!" " Si, Dio es real!"
around the palace
walks the emperor
cluelessly clothed in
his birthday suit
goodness gracious!
how can that be?
he has two pairs of eyes, doesn't he?
avert your own, poor children...
look away!
please, look away!
ouch, the eyes, they hurt...
they hurt to fixate;
akin to a staring contest with the sun!
his ever-present minions
couldn't be more disinclined...
to persuade him
to put some clothes on.
since they seem unwilling,
guess who does the honors?
yes, emperor, you're indeed naked!
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Date written: 04/30/2023
Bulldog Village was amazed by the new Emperor Not their Choice
He was appointed by his arrogant cousin Ms. Vee Two Royce.
She brought him in on a spectacularly pretty summer day.
But he showed his pompous arrogance to the natives right away.
He ran around showing off his overly puffy fur coat.
Making fun of the inhabitants, even farmer Joe’s old goat.
Male Bulldog Village great again! Was his banner cry.
It was a silly mantra for sure; I will not lie.
He ran around in clothing made by a tailor true.
Who convinced him that his silks were satin too.
He was wearing rags and we made fun of him.
The one who called him out was a pup named Jim.
“The emperor is not wearing satin or silk!
He looks like a fool; drinking kibble and milk.”
“Make Bulldog Village Great again!” yelled the fool.
We rolled our eyes he is such a tool.
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