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Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa
His striped tie has a green tint color
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood.
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons.
I can see from all the way up here
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring,
And he just sits there in that Studebaker
Looking up at my apartment window,
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower,
And he’s my guard, my sentinel,
Making sure I do not escape.
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you!
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell?
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations?
The face that burned the topless towers
Of a million American households?”
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile.
It’s dangling from his lips
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s.
The Los Angeles Mirror,
The front page,
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat.
I can even see the headlines from up here –
Something about an execution,
Julius and Ethel R.
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa!
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world.
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard!
“A cocktail? Here, have mine.
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah.
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?”
“When I dance with you,
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine,
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly.
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch,
And I can almost hear Gershwin music,
Way off in the distance.”
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
“To be honest, my mother.
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…”
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet,
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi,
Over there in the dark corner.
The lights of the Big Enchilada
Glisten outside my lone window
Like a million incandescent candles
That burn with lust for us.
“Hold me closer.
I need to feel your warm blood.
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne.
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”
“I will kiss you.
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard.
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff,
The second piano concerto,
Instead of Perry Como?”
“No Piggy.
Locked in your arms I’ll stay.
Waiting for you to say,
No other love have I.”
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.
Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen
My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
During the day I lay on the silk cushions
and dozed in the shade of palm trees
Beautiful men and women kept flitting
around me with all sorts of temptations
Fed me all sorts of fruit and cold drinks
When evening came, it was time for romance
As Queen I had many to choose
My choice was of course:
"The greatest men of Rome"
Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius
Why choose one when I can have two?
On a long journey down the Nile with
my love Julius Caesar, I was forced to
make a choice.
But a choice one must take...and the
choice was that I gave birth to a son
and Julius Caesar was the father
My love life was not popular
my husband was killed and I
was no longer popular
It was no longer a life of happiness and joy
No, it was war and national mouming
and I would not live anymore
18.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,
the darkest tidings of the year.
The birth of our Nazarene most likely
September 29th.
Like a used car dealer rolling back the odometer,
Pope Julius I moved Christ’s birth to
December 25th
to sign up more pagans
at the darkest tidings of the year.
For this, the Puritans never celebrated Yuletide,
a pagan holiday of sin.
Still, rituals of the festive season endure.
Sitting in solemn silence on the eve of every Christmas,
the Swedes turn their TVs to Donald Duck.
So too do the Japanese eat a bucket of KFC
while the Ukrainians decorate Christmas trees with fake spider webs.
In Greenland, men serve women whale blubber
and the Catalonian’s nativity scenes always
include a bare-bottomed pooping man.
These are the darkest tidings of the year,
Christmas is incomplete without them.
These are the devotions of Noel.
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.
Julius, I want to tell you of my dream last night.
When I describe it to you, it will fill you with fright.
From what I saw, I must tell you to beware.
In my dream, your blood was spilling everywhere.
With your military campaigns, you did very fine.
You made yourself a name from Britain to Palestine.
The patrician senators want you to believe they are your friends.
However, the façade they present abruptly ends.
They fear their power is ebbing away.
You will assume absolute power someday.
The senators don’t want this to become reality.
As any other man, you are vulnerable to mortality.
Please my lord, don’t go to the senate today.
Avoid those conspirators and live to see another day.
Julius
The Caesar of
July
7th of month hot
CELSIUS 89%
And rising on
Higher temperatures
Heated temperature WOW!
July
Caesar's birth was quintilis 10th of the month
Originally
Dog days spray clams
Summer thirst birth
So July symbolic ruby stones white water Lily flower
Wishing for rain brain showers it's so hot and dry
It's another summer
July
Season for hot dogs month, daily brunch
Lemonade lunch, and breakfast of cold milk in a bowl of Captain Crunch™
July
Hot degree day, children play
Swimming pool and hydrant parties
Walks through the yard and park with sandals
After dark at night gatherings
Having ice cream on the porch
These are a few things we know about
July
as the sweat rolls down my eyes
Heated so hot are the days hot nights humid these Hot days of
JULY
7/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A Midnight Clearer
Occasions western Christian faith
all along Christmastime,
the eastern Orthodox faith hails,
it's Epiphany time.
The West marks it in December,
heeds their *Gregorian.
January is for the East,
they adhere the *Julian.
'Tis a journey that began with three.
dubbed (Wisemen), The Magi.
Three noble pilgrims from the East,
led by a starred night's sky.
A must-see forced by King Herod,
Rome's Judean leader.
"Go, return and tell me," said he
the e'er questioned pleader.
Balthazar's Arabian robes
cloaked an urn of myrrh scents.
Gaspar wore India's silks ... held
a vase of frankincense.
Melchior donned on Persian velvets,
bearing a chest of gold.
The nameless three, naught in The Word,
still, versions truth betold.
Brilliance over Bethlehem town
herders cleared fields, save young,
three reached a manger in the midst
soon, three icons unsung.
Heaven's touch beams innocence face,
Mary is truly blessed.
Joseph saw the miracle ... then
the three came all well-dressed.
Sets the scene, The Nativity
Christian's hearts, hold dear.
The Maji, homeward naught Herod's,
effects made, midnight clear.
*Christianity chose different calendrics, Western Christians chose Pope Gregory's & Eastern Christians chose Julius Caesar's.
2021 December 17
*HMS & RZ
Julius Caesar hastened a decline in liberty
Roman rights abridged, from a partial democracy.
A leader can come in, and single handed attack
The freedoms people had, not easy to get back.
Germany was a democracy under Weimar
Then Hitler came in, they followed his star
Mussolini dismantled freedoms Italy had
Democracy is easy to lose, and that's sad.
Nicaragua was a democracy, then voted in Ortega
He said no more voting until we reach the planet Vega.
Venezuela voted in a populist red:
Now people shiver when secret police tread.
Turkey was free until Erdogan moved.
He jailed journalists, judges too.
It is like roach motel, no doubt.
You can check in to dictatorship, but you can't check out.
Some leaders won just enough of the vote
Some took a while to don the dictator coat.
But freedom is apparently not immune
to a strong leader sweeping it off with a broom.
Churchill was on Democracy's side
But said it's the worst system except for all that were tried.
We have trillions in debt, as far as the eye can see
And immigrants who don't all accept liberty.
So there's pressure to enter Roach Motel
Can we avoid it? Too early to tell.