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.
In the annals of Rome the least glorious
was an emperor named Honorius.
Though Rome's plight was alarming
he spent his time chicken farming,
a pursuit which made him notorious.
The Emperor
hath donned a gewgaw crown,
bedazzled are the throng.
He rides an electric horse.
Strides through the pitiless cities
of lost or last hopes.
His faceless glance
not even a mask,
but a cold premonition
an iron mind
behind bolt-shut eyes.
The crowds back away,
bow and know
they are now subjects,
not even slaves,
only subjects
to be used and disposed of
at the ballot box.
Look at you, what do you see?
Do you see a painting or a poetry?
The art in you is such a mystery-
A craft molded from his imagery.
You are a sculpture made of finest stone,
With His own hands that brought you to hone;
You're a unique and precious masterpiece,
Your value does not depreciate.
You're a mighty hand that conquers the winds;
Your thundering voice echoes through the waves;
Your soaring uproar can send back the tides
You're an emperor in your own rights.
You rule across the fields of your destiny;
Your fate is your own chancellery;
You are as mighty as Napoleon
For you have an empire of your own.
You rule across space and time;
You reign within your own realm;
For The Lord gave you His image
So you could rule in peace like sage.
The Lord gave you your dominion,
You command a vessel of your own;
May such vessel steer you to greatness,
May your decrees show forth His prowess.
September 18, 2022
Frozen tundra has a still water canal.
Parading on it today was the tiger caravan.
The birds were silent as they watched the procession.
Lesser tigers stood guard or in amazement.
Life as we knew it in the frozen north was over.
The tiger emperor had arrived.
Remember the emperor
In Japan, especially in Tokyo, people are a strange mix of efficiency.
Young people are adolescents until they are forty living in an aspic
of western pop culture that does not exist anymore; when their parents die
they either grow up or become recluses unable to cope with the world.
The older generation did well and there are many of them like shingles
in the emperor’s driveway.
Japan had a meltdown 12 years ago which was good for the country
people have less haste and go to karaoke cafes once a week singing
a sentimental song about lonely cowboys.
I was in Nagasaki once, just as Nippon was rising on the financial firmament
but got too close to the sun.
I was amazed how quickly the scars of the nuclear had physically healed
but mentally, there must be a corner in their psyche
that can´t forget and will find revenge one day in the land of the rising sun.
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