Long Remus Poems
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Hey A Diddle, Diddle
The Cat has a riddle...
So when the dish ran away with Spoon
What station did little dog craft
giving big dog reason
to laugh at noon...
"... she works the wire..."
Regulishus!
More Regulus then Romulus
and brighter than Remus
I’d say
but not quite so famous
the heart of a Lion
called a raven shameless
ah but distinctly
I remember
once upon a Knight
in a dreamy September
flying embers knotting
in quaint surrenders tapping...
I nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
so I awoke to wander
“...It'za visitor...”
I uttered almost laughing
as his gentle naughty clapping
pleased and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
was quite inviting...
So I asked about the Moon
"...Who, I said, am I..."
I WANNA KNOW
(Children's Rhyme intended for Picture Rhyme Book)
Would the haunted house be creepy if it had no creeps?
Would it be scary without the creaks?
Would clouds stay huffy puffy if they never had leaks?
Would the sky lite up at christmas if Rudolph had no shiny nose?
What if a polar bear hid Santa's Ho, Ho, Ho's?
Would Christmas still come true?
I don't know , that's why I'm asking you!
And what if Uncle Remus lost his Zippity -Do?
Could a tickle be fun without a giggle?
How far could a worn travel without his wriggle?
Would Jello be delicious if it couldn't jiggle?
And could a Duck quack if his tail wouldn't wiggle?
What if North Pole fired Santa and his elves
Who would make toys and stock workshop shelves?
If there weren't stocking stuffers playing peek-a-boo ,
Tell me true...would simple hugs and kisses do?
If peanut butter had no toast would you be blue?
Me too!
What if Peter Cottontail forgot his basket that carried your treat,
Would he still hippity-hoppity-hop down your street?
And would you rush to great Peter Cottontail then,
And still consider him your Honey-Bunny friend?
Could the firefly see in the dark without its blink, blink, blink?
Is the owl flirting when it hoots at you and sends a wink?
Would the Rainbow Trout be as colorful without it's pink?
And would you cry if the skunk misplaced his stink?
Would you miss the P-U?
And tell me would it trouble you if...
Roaster Krewster choked on his cock-a-doodle-do?
Without bubbles does gum have any taste,
Or is it like a game of tag with noone to chase,
Or like a bar of soap that can't find a dirty face
Would you still chew or would Bubbalicious Bubblegum and you be through?
A. Hatta asked
Q.”...why is the Raven like a writing desk?...”
because
it’s a.haven
Artemis
and not a fowl quill
he said... ah!
x
...
more regulus
then romulus
and brighter
then remus
i’d say
but not quite
so famous
the heart of a lion
called a raven
shameless
ah!
but distinctly
i remember
once upon a knight
in a dreamy september
flying embers knotting
quaint surrenders tapping
i nodded into nearly
and almost gently napping
when satin robes rustled
and i awoke wondering
“tis some visitor”
i uttered almost laughing
with and not at
his gentle naughty tapping
pleased
and shyly grinning
in the decor of my room
he was quite inviting
“couldnt find the door
so i came through the floor”
“ive come to remember
and perhaps to forget
that ive read the forgotten
on the ecliptics lip”
then a howling wolf
made a growling sound
but the raven stayed quiet
in the eyes of time
and 32 flights
became 33 rhymes
so do tell a soul
if with sorrows laden
that there is a palm
and a caring maiden
serving fresh
her cups of malt
with talons cut
upon a falcons deck
and even if
raven speaks knot
many have lived
tHere without
a trace
Form:
We're a Gemini
One body, two different sides
Face remains the same
We try not to lie
We can have two opinions
Two sides of same tale
Gemini's are cool
But they are not mystical
It's just magic tricks
Now, in Ancient Rome
We're Romulus and Remus
Rome's quite famous twins
Raised on Palentine Hill
According to the legend
Romulus founded Rome
Gemini's old soul
Gemini's born in the Spring
As the flowers bloom
Here's the range of dates
Gemini's May 21st
Through June 20th
We're adaptable
Curious and quick-witted
Also, smart and fun
Now, the Libra sign
Gemini gets along with
Aquarius too
All three are Air Signs
Ruled by Air Elementals
All full of hot air!
You feelin' lucky?
We're like a coin, heads and tails
Shall we flip for it?
Now, you must be brave
Dangerous to flip a coin
With a Gemini
Now play the Pea Game
Now you see it, now you don't
Faster than your eye
Which one will you choose
Shuffling cups 'round the board
Geminis never lose
Now let's play some Darts
Geminis hit the bullseye
Always every time
Now let's Roll the Bones
Geminis will roll Sevens
While you roll Snake Eyes
Now let's play Poker
Gemini wins Ace High!
Gemini Joker
Gemini's Dream
We dream of Electric Sheep
As we fall asleep
It seems like it seems
Like others, Gemini's Dream
Dream within a Dream
Ask a Gemini
To give you our opinion
Which one will you choose
Don't tell Fairy Tales
Don't lie to a Gemini
We'll see right through you
Better hide yourself
Geminis have Third Eyes that
See into your mind
Another thing quite cool
Geminis see in your soul
And see what you are
You can't run and hide
Anytime from our Third Eye
It's just not advised
Gemini's Present
Geminis live in the past
The Gemini's Future
If you need someone,
Gemini's are True-Blue Friends
Will be till the end
Which is where we are
At the end of my poem
Gemini Goodbye...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
What a sad day out on the farm;
A raccoon got a chicken, did harm.
At the edge of the heather,
The large pile of feathers
Was enough to raise the alarm.
Bat and Gat knew they’d need an assist,
So they asked Juno dog to enlist.
They watched at all hours,
Did all in their powers,
But still one more chicken was missed.
They defended another attack,
But the raccoon would keep coming back.
So they thought, and they planned;
This was going to be grand.
They were taking a different tack.
Juno thought it a brilliant idea,
So they ordered some parts from IKEA,
With molasses and more,
That they got from the store
And the rest sent by boat from Korea.
Then they waited for all to arrive.
Their assembly could now be revived.
They put all together,
Then added the feathers,
And their Tar Chick looked very alive!
Just as soon as they put Tar Chick out,
Here comes that raccoon with a shout,
“Hey chickie babe, dear,
Please come over here!”
He said, “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Well the Tar Chick, see, she never spoke.
He said, “Ma’am, are your kin stuck up folk?
And he laughed and romanced,
Then he grabbed her to dance,
And that’s when the molasses jar broke.
You see, both of his hands were now caught,
And the more that he thrashed, worse it got.
With his head and feet stuck,
He has run out of luck;
It all stemmed from the trouble he sought.
Then Bat, Gat, and Juno reappeared.
From his head to his toes, he was smeared.
Of the Chick, there was nothing;
She’d lost all her stuffing,
But no longer was he to be feared.
He was quiet; he’d quit talking smack.
He was so scared they thought he would crack.
Once he understood,
He got hauled to the woods,
And that old coon, he never came back!
With the raccoon threat now gone away,
The chicks could come back out to play.
Hero cats for the win
With their big Juno friend,
Bat and Gat once again saved the day!
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With an obvious nod to Tales of Uncle Remus, by Julius Lester,
one my mother read to me, and I to my children, growing up.
Time to get with the grands and outline some more stories!
I want to write a happy song.
A catchy song that's not too long.
A song like Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-a-Dee-Day.
Uncle Remus sang long ago in his day.
I have the urge to write something that will cheer.
Most things in the world today
Seem miserable and drear.
I want to hear laughter,
Tapping of the feet.
Music all around us
Some dancing to the beat,
Of a drum or slide Trombone
I need to hear people singing,
With others or alone.
The elderly clapping,
Waving hands in the air.
They smile broadly,
Without worry or care.
Their bodies swaying with the rhythm,
While sitting in a chair
Music, and Rhythm, help the world go round.
Rhythm and harmony,
Have got to be found,
Before this troubled world,
Is safe and sound.
There you sat, upon your throne
The location is what reached my heart
Reigning in the house of worship
Where wandering souls learn their part
My question was that of coercion
If I could just free you through the law
TRUTH could see the spark
And recover light from that awful fall
But time has brought us here
And the law has revealed what can't be ignored
You mean to rule the will
At the intersection where hope gets bored
Yes, yes...you are skilled in operation
Knowledge endless and plans always unrolling
Your mere presence in this world
Stinks of faux leather acquired from never knowing
No LOVE can save the one in a place
Elected and erected by blind obligation
The fear of dying to self to rise
Has lifted the grace of movement from this nation
TRUTH has interceded in the Spirit of WORD
But today, my heart has turned in silence
I release you REMUS
To the worship you demand through violence
...knowing, LOVE WINS!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-23-2026
I plead indulgence for my ineptitude
if I seem rude, it's not intentional
You see, my attitude is dimensionally dark...
a painter's plight as daylight fades to night.
It's been labeled 'a fervid fever of fixation."
A calcified complication from the lack of trust,
but I refer to it as the hardening of the heart
as when love has rusted and turned to dust.
The glimmering galaxy is immeasurably immense
but I paint the constellations with pretense
as if Cumulus by day, hide the stars
just as the she-wolf hid Romulus and Remus.
A myth? Perhaps both are that, but...
I believe the clouds spill a thousand secrets
every time malicious Nimbus darkens
and releases his bothersome burdens.
The torrential tears he wept were secrets not kept.
I find no recompense in Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'
and wonder, did he seduce the stars without a script
to capture them shining as light in a lover's eyes?
The only sense I can make of the artist's work
is to view it thinking a torn canvas is two paintings
With oils I do not pause to paint over the constellations...
removing their shine as if they no longer exist
Am I guilty of robbing them of their glory
or is it their secret stories I wish to preserve?
Heavenly stars, if I've wretchedly wronged you
by extinguishing the glow of your luminance,
forgive me for dousing the spark of your flames...
for I am to blame and shaming myself
by melting my tears into your sweet fire.
What caustic contempt you must feel for me
when I fail to conceive the logic of longing.
For my painting I hold disdain as tears must rain
from the watchful eyes of Andromeda and Orion.
No finger and thumb shall ever frame my canvas
nor shall it be given a name, except for "Pain"
My head rests against my empty easel
I tore the painting in half before I could hear
the swooning moon taking pity on me,
forgiving me for my lack of trust in forlorn love.
Tonight, I'll watch the sky without moping,
hoping the Venus in me will welcome the stars
while looking over the shoulders of Mars.
Sorceress Polgara ascended above all warriors;
Fought wars against mighty kings and came out victorious...!
Remus Lupin, into a werewolf magically turned;
As great professor, taught thrillingly and his living earned...!
Count Dracula transformed all great and small into vampires;
Threatening and killing others, he founded his empires...!
Mystique, fictionally filled whole American comics;
With her strength, speed, stamina and super economics...!
Mei Lee and Ming Lee and the evil queen of Turning Red;
With wisdom and wit, turned celluloid, bed of joy and dread...!
All these shape-shifters, like clowns, do not merely entertain,
They're ideals! They give ideas to every young brain...!
26 May 2022
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco