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Sonnet for Antony and Cleopatra
Two Empires Entwined
He gave up Rome to chase her scented air,
A queen whose kiss could rouse the Nile to sing.
Her throne was gold, but love her finer snare,
And he, ensnared, abandoned crown and ring.
They met as equals, each with pride unbowed,
Yet love turned war when passion dared to steer.
In veils of silk and ash, their vows were loud,
But silence came—his sword, her asp of fear.
No sweeter end than death beside one’s flame,
Yet tragic too, when fire consumes the frame.
For love that seeks to rule will stake its claim,
And call devotion by possession's name.
Thus Rome and Egypt met and wept their cost:
A love unbalanced leaves two empires lost.
Sonnet for Héloïse and Abélard
The Chaste Divide
In cloistered halls where mind and passion burned,
Two scholars met in verse and midnight thought.
But virtue’s call their boundless joy upturned,
And flesh was chastened for the sin it brought.
She loved him still when time had torn him down,
And wore no ring, yet wed him in her soul.
His letters bled regret beneath the gown,
Yet dared not ask if she was truly whole.
He taught her love, then walled her voice in vows,
A gift made prison, though he called it grace.
She loved with fire; he sought a sacred house,
But holiness cannot her truth replace.
Love hides in silence, if not met halfway:
Two pens still write, but drift in disarray.
Sonnet for Henry and Anne
The Crown and the Guillotine
He broke from Rome to wear her raven eyes,
A king undone by lust’s impatient flame.
She danced through court with wit that pierced disguise,
And turned ambition into courtly game.
But crowns weigh heavy on a womb unmet,
And favors sour when sons do not appear.
He praised her once; then damned her with regret,
And sealed her fate with whispers sharp and clear.
She knelt for love and rose for blade and bell,
Her neck a debt to power’s shifting tide.
He called it justice—none dared break the spell,
Though all could see how false was kingly pride.
So ends the bride who bore the Tudor stain:
Love, once owned, will never breathe again.
(continued)
Written: February 26, 2025, for Antony Biaanco Contest
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City hum drifts through spurious ways,
teeming in a wild, woody ward.
The jasmine vine twists down to
a jagged sill for a moment before
sinking into a cool, katabatic pit.
Early rush-hour sounds—farts and snorts—
cram the air, moments blending
into the drive-by without a stroll,
as rain-soaked, worn stone slabs
Mark the corner store—
where you used to grab milk,
soap, or other staples.
The chill of an icy night—
gives way to a sun-kissed morning glow.
Sitting at my desk, chatting on the phone,
canceling appointments for the boss.
He’s staying a little longer in Honolulu,
musing over which states—
the neighbors moved to.
Do they remember how
crabgrass took over?
The streets are empty except—
for a fridge that somehow
made it to the avenue,
lingering there,
its story is low and uncertain.
Does this questionable life count?
We can’t amend it,
it won’t yield precious plums,
only a mournful structure,
shadows lurking,
and worn trousers that tell tales.
The horizon lies obscured—
by haphazard highways,
stretching into stark,
barren spaces,
where even the flowers have wilted.
Countless scorched dreams,
strained savings,
and buried letters—
linger in forgotten corners.
The fire hydrant no longer
cries out for the world.
"Honky Chateau" continues to compel—
as it meanders the sporadic streets,
streets cloaked in anonymity—
and emptied of life.
The dwindling dirge of
a forsaken place hangs heavily,
with dreams dangling—
in line for food stamps
and community cheese.
Buildings shatter, splinter, and crumble—
crashing, crushing, collapsing
submerged with rivers of fire within.
Crisis tamed,
calamity curtailed,
the police stroll in pairs,
collecting discarded shopping carts.
Dust gently falls—
as yesterday's laments hush
the pigeons to sleep,
mold mingling with the memory—
of barbecued ribs,
those hardened bones
left since last year.
JULIUS CAESAR
When you start reading
You show your feeling
But not in Julius Caesar
Whose chapters dip you in eager
Onto the streets of Rome
Lay a royal home
Caesar's it was
Who was the boss
He was the king
Bright as a diamond ring
He loved all his mates
who finally decided his fates
Mark Antony , his noblest and loyal friend
Did not leave him till the end
The story started fine
But no answers why it turned as a sorrowful line
On the night ,
Which was not bright
Filled with thunder and lightning
Caesar came shouting
Calpurnia, his lovely wife
Feared his life
She dreamt of bad omens
That spoiled her faith in her husband's Romans
Caesar neglected
That her dream as amiss interpreted
He was a lion
Who punished evil in a line
His famous quote
"Cowards die many times before their deaths ,
The valiant never taste of death but once"
Lies in all our minds
At last he gave up going to the senate house
But the evil Brutus spoiled his thought like a mouse
He took away Caesar to the senators
By telling false rumours
In the senate house, they killed Caesar
His voice grew hoarser
He believed Brutus and shouted ET TU BRUTE [ you too Brutus ]
But Brutus was happy with his killing lute [killing of Caesar ]
Caesar died,
The heavens cried
The happiness of senators did not last long
As they became small before Antony's anger bong
Antony waited for revenge and took Caesar's funeral as a starting point
Brutus, unaware of his mind , gave the joint
His tears flamed up as fire
And also lit Caesar's funeral pyre
Antony takes oath to finish off the unfaithful dogs
And lit the fire of revenge with his speech logs
Antony's speech became world famous
For its opening line
"FRIENDS, ROMANS , COUNTRYMEN "
He succeeded in winning the people's heart
And people came in to help him for a start
Antony also took the help of Octavius Caesar,
Caesar's nephew for a war with their anger
Against Brutus and his mates
At last Brutus and Cassius decided their own fates
They were defeated against Octavius and Antony
And finally, they commit SUICIDE........
- manasvini surya
Confessions of a Swirly Straw
The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola
“I don’t mean to pry
but I’m tired of getting double teamed
Like some harlot in a trashy movie
If I wanted so many ménage a trios’
I would have wished to be a **** star
Or possibly a prostitute
And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai
I would have chosen a different occupation
Yes, it’s true I was Cleopatra in a past life
And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also
And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex
A little too much
But there is something very unsettling
about my top being tongued and sucked on
while a river of sticky sweet liquid
Is shot up my bottom
twisting and turning
through my body like a shivering ******
And besides your effervescing bubbles
are tickling me in all the wrong spots
So the next time
this anonymous person puts his lips to me
make yourself scarce and get out of my way
or mark my words
you’ll pay
energy has a funny way
of coming back to you
and reimbursing the guilty
for all the things they do.”
Confessions of Clear Cola
The Clear Cola said to the Swirly Straw
“My love I know you don’t recognize me
We sometimes don’t identify everything we see
But we keep on meeting again and again
Why just last year, I was the ink and you the pen
I flow through your veins like a fish in the sea
Do you remember my love? It is I Antony
In each life we meet, and I swim inside you
Sometimes I am blood, once I was the drink Yoo-hoo
And another thing
I’m pretty sure of is
That anonymous person putting his lips to you
is Caesar from Rome
In most lifetimes he comes to devour me
Like a rabid dog with his mouth filled with foam
He is my nemesis,
My demise,
The reason I die
But one of these lives
He is going to get, an Eye for an Eye
I’ve waited thousands of years,
And if I have to,
I’ll wait more
For just one chance
To settle the score
Et tu Caesar?
Well I can’t rightly say
But I promise you Caesar
You’ll rue the day.”
By: Joseph DeMarco
Revised in two parts
Mysteries of Human Hairs I of II
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Hairs O’ hairs O’ lovely ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on 28.03 2012
we were made from the same pot of gold
bathed in the pool of silence, we learned from each other's woes
i was like the pupil and u was the iris, entwined in time no one could divide us
like yin and yang we rested at each others hand
consecrated by the goddess of love at the sway of her wand
we painted the facade of our bond with togetherness
you was the elixir that cured my emptiness
we were the sun and the moon
seekers of lost stars, Antony and Cleopatra's doom
we were like fireflies at sundown
diamonds and rubies in abundance
we were lovers
then the man with a black heart came
the separator of mother and child, brother and sister, Theseus and Ariadne
the reverse of life, he's pleasure was pain
he put tears in my eyes and blood in your spine
he took away your light and darkness was mine
replaced our flowers with thorns, annihilated our bond
emptiness reborn, in stillness i mourned
for where light lingers, darkness hovers
just when love decides, hate conspires
we were the sun and the moon
seekers of lost stars, Antony and Cleopatra's doom
we were like fireflies at sundown
diamonds and rubies in abundance
we were lovers
i couldn't stand the sting, knowing you was not there
so i stained my mothers knife, took my worthless life
traveled through a thousand light years hoping to see you here
at the birth place of love, Aphrodite's bosom
where love fills the air, like a wild explosion
so hold me, hold me, make this moment worth a while
now that am here, treat me to a dance
the feeling you give me is stronger than life
our love is eternal, forever will pass
we were the sun and the moon
seekers of lost stars, Antony and Cleopatra's doom
we were like fireflies at sundown
diamonds and rubies in abundance
we were lovers
“O Judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.” Willian Shakespeare (from Julius Caesar, spoken by Marc Antony)
The pendulum of time has swung,
From yester years when virtues ruled.
When love of country and of God
were welcomed guests in human hearts.
Today man’s liberated soul
has fled the cage of virtues ways,
In quest of boundless happiness
the trophy of progressiveness.
Enticed by freedom’s vaunted vow,
to help him reach the Promised Land,
the destination man has sought,
and for which many wars were fought.
At long last man has reached his goal
and settled safe on Shinar’s plains.
He’s built his Babel’s towers tall,
with tops that reach up to the skies.
Man’s Promised Land like Sodom’s vale
is filled with what his lustful heart craves.
Science serves up the miracles,
and technology the top toys.
The land is ruled by lustful lords,
disguised as man’s benefactors.
They gather data much like gold,
which yields them great wealth when it’s sold.
The citizens of this fair land
are fascinated with their toys.
They are engrossed in mindless games,
and pleasures that weaken the brain.
Instead of boundless happiness,
man has become bored with pleasure.
The great explosion of knowledge
produced educated imbeciles.
The media tell man what to think,
therefore, his brain, like muscle shrinks.
The information overload
makes his mind a muddled mess.
The loss of reason is the goal,
of those who seek to rule man’s soul.
To make man an automaton
is the solution science seeks.
The pendulum of time has swung,
and man, his sad swan song has sung.
events have not turned out as planned,
and he is stuck in La La Land.
Pain, pain and pain, with never a pause,
Could I hear the sound of laughter?
Only around me and everywhere, but –
Never had I the chance to hear my own
Till that day, I heard Him coming!
Yelp, yelp and yelp of agony,
The ache and affliction through the years
Searched and groaned for healing someday
Hopes ‘n I shattered - this is destiny I greet,
Till that day, I saw the light of hope!
Cry, cry and cry, shedding the tears to dry
Had I mourned my sorrow out
Yet the torment within and out never fade
Never could I stop the flowing tears of mine
Till that day, my eyes had seen Him
Hope, hope and hope, I went through the crowd –
Of people crushing Him on every side
A few inches away from the healing
Stretched forth my hand to receive it –
On that day, I touched His garment hem!
Faith, faith and faith, filling my heart complete
Could I see my future, a happy me
With no pain and sorrow, no more tears to shed
But happy moments to surround me full
On that day, was I healed complete!
Fear, fear and fear struck me hard, hearing –
“Who art thou touched me? “ From him
Though his disciples said, people were –
All around Him, He knew He’d healed me,
On that day, though I thought it was in secret!
Joy, joy and joy, was I overwhelming with
Though I stood there afraid in front of Him –
And the confused crowd, He embraced me ‘n blessed,
I thought I found him first, but never had I realized –
Till that day, He had found me, in my mother’s womb!
- Sarah Antony
He sat in an old wooden porch swing,
Elbows on knees; Salem Menthol burning down.
Thinking, smoking, Salems his favorite thing.
Fingers colored over time a deep tar brown.
Veteran of a war long ago won,
Toured Europe in a half track;
Battling descendants of the Hun.
Never hearing “Fallback men, fallback!”
He came back to the hills of north Mississippi,
Encumbered not by marriage or job,
Feeling triumphant as Antony at Philippi;
then Papa reminded him of the crop!
Seasonal was his trade, ranging near to far.
Picking cotton, pulling corn, hauling hay;
maybe in time, money for a beat up car.
In 1946 this was the life of Carl Ray.
Papa died that year, leaving behind daughters and sons.
Carl Ray was the youngest one.
The family grew those next few years;
many a young ‘un.
Carl Ray was alone, but a man, so no tears.
Then a young widow came into his life.
She as poor as he but the perfect fit.
Within a year Carl Ray had a wife.
Nannie loved his intelligence and dry wit.
Another year and after much luck,
A beautiful red headed son of buck.
For Carl Ray the middle years flew.
His work was hard, his pleasures few.
But on Saturday always the same,
Work, burgers and a baseball game.
Scant few hours for father and son,
But Carl loved Saturday’s, every one!
Years flew by and as is often the case
Tobacco to his body laid waste.
For Salem’s will never be a friend.
Death came painfully and slow,
The red haired man whispering:
“It’s okay Daddy, I’m here, so you can go.”
Hieroglyphs and Holograms
A hieroglyph
Precise but brief
presentation
of terms as icon
symbol, sign,
picture, design
or pictograph
covers enough.
Hieroglyphic
version referred
Egyptian
as Luwian
language
in ancient age.
thought as purity
from antiquity.
Hologram
Precise but firm
3-D image
of modern age.
Photographic
pattern specific
by Laser beam
flashed on theme.
Scattered light
should fall right
on medium dot
to imprint prompt.
06/08/216
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