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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.
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:
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..."
On my saddened days
I’m hoping
That angels might shine
They’ve done
everything you can do
To a person in my shoes
I’m still breathing
Made it home to tell my mother
She can rest her thoughts
this evening
Sunny days
Appeal to the circumstances
In my wretched strengths
Living life’s
a variable of extenuating odds
I’m at twenty three percent
Relaxing in the palms
of several ghost
Trying to figure my wife
Theses hard times
Which means the most?
If I call for help
Will anyone respond
I see individuals tattooed
Declaring gods son
If I can do what I do
Then who am I
Because of the people
I was brought to
I shed tears from my left eye
If angels don’t smile
Am I doomed to trials
Of lowered eye brows
Romulus
and if the seas summon tomorrow
I will again ponder your trust
for seasons shall follow
He was known as Romulus
And the seas shall swallow tomorrow
The hand of Romulus
And Caesar shall follow
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
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?
*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
Act II: Judgment in the Forum
CHORUS:
O Rome, thou ancient nurse of law and might,
What shadows now do stretch across thy name?
The marble gleams, but virtue lies in dust,
And gold usurps the laurel of the just.
FIRST CITIZEN:
Didst hear the sage? His words were sharp as steel.
He dared to chide the Consul to his face!
SECOND CITIZEN:
Aye, but what good doth wisdom serve the poor,
When coin and cunning rule the Senate’s floor?
THIRD CITIZEN:
Yet truth, though trampled, rises from the grave.
The gods are just, though men be brave but base.
CHORUS:
Behold the tyrant, robed in purple pride,
Who feeds upon the commonwealth’s decay.
He builds his fame on broken oaths and lies,
And calls it glory when the people pay.
FOURTH CITIZEN:
Lucilius speaks as if the gods still care.
But do they hear us in their starry halls?
FIFTH CITIZEN:
They hear, though silent be their judgment now.
The wheel shall turn, and Varro’s house shall fall.
CHORUS:
O Rome, remember Brutus and his blade,
Who struck for freedom, not for selfish gain.
Let not thy soul be sold for silver’s gleam,
Nor let thy laws be writ in blood and shame.
MARCUS LUCILIUS:
Ye sons of Romulus, awake, arise!
The state is not a spoil for greedy hands.
Each citizen must guard the sacred flame,
Lest darkness drown the light of liberty.
CHORUS:
Speak on, good sage, thy voice is like a star
That pierces through the murk of tyranny.
We are not beasts, nor slaves to gilded chains—
We are the heirs of Cato and of Rome!
CHORUS:
So let the tyrant flee, his brow unbowed,
But know the people hath a memory.
And when the hour of reckoning draws nigh,
Let justice rise, and falsehood fall to die.
Where's that ancient land where civilization began?
There...this disconsolate poet was born:
to tell whatever wasn't told on his return,
and to choose his tomb under the shade of a pine;
to be, somehow, comforted by the canary's song,
or the presence of the carnations that, into the warm rain, would shine...
Find such an amazing land by the deepness of the calm seas,
and the fresh scent of the Alps and Apennines;
foreign Kings governed it by their mighty cities,
and the occupied people never knew it as a united nation,
until it was liberated by a northern, courageous man:
Garibaldi... proudly called the hero of the Two Worlds!
Where's that ancient land where the Imperial Rome rose
on the top of the Seven Hills, where Romulus
was fed by a she-wolf? Legend, you say, but facts
may prove that everything that occurred was true!
O glorious Rome, all that's left of your greatness...
are crumbling columns ravaged by the storms!
When we read Vergil's writings and follow him in his travels,
carrying papyrus and ink to write when time allowed him...
we see impressive images of prosperous towns and cities,
and in Baianum he rested a day, then climbed the Mount of the Virgin;
and he gazed upon the lush hills and mountains of the country-side,
and heard the Nolans chanting and wailing when he died!
Where's that ancient land where civilization began,
and mild seasons adorn it with their vivid colors?
One can't help being lifted-up by a creation so breathtaking:
that God Himself was surprised in its making;
whenever you go, there are pristine meadows with wild flowers...
something compels the writer and the artist to return!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.
Don’t blame me for having survived a few meals
Which others, less fortunate, could not.
All that doesn’t help me now with Pompey at my throat.
Pompey, plunderer and bully, who has enough wit
Only to command a Materialschlacht,
But that is child’s play with Rome’s support.
Rome! Scourge of cities, tribes, peoples, nations, all mankind,
Were not the Pillars of Hercules, the western shores
Sufficient for your ravenous appetite
That your eagle eyes scan my realm?
O Phraates, King of Parthia still unvanquished,
Had you but lent your ear to me when together we
Might have rid the East of this ill-begotten son
Of Mars. Small the credit, so great the loss!
For Rome, unchallenged, bestrides the Great Sea. Eastwards
He surveys my mountains and your rivers, groves and plains,
No doubt beyond. Remember Alexander,
Who sacked glorious Persepolis.
You vainly sue for peace, like credulous Philipp once
When fondly strung along with Rome’s promises of “pax”.
And what of Carthage? Where now her wealth of gold
And purple? Barren her poisoned lands!
Mind you, I’m not well-placed on a high moral pedestal
When it comes to poisoning, but limits I respect.
A few enemies now and then, I admit,
Died at my table. The ham was off!
But the earth is sacrosanct. I never salted fields,
For Rome’s venom is stronger than aught I ever brewed.
Where shall this end? Shall Rome vanquish all nations?
Shall all cower to his bloody sword?
But Rome! With surfeiting the eaten, not the eater,
Prevails. The whole world is, even for iron digestions,
Strong meat. It is the sun, not Romulus, whom
East and West obey. Helios rules.
With Rome to east and Rome to west, then two Romes are there,
And I do fear for man and earth. The approach of death
Lends men insight. I fought, I won, I lost in war.
My spirit is still king. Sirs, your health.
The last round! Like Carthage we lose to Rome the third round.
Once more is the Gordian knot in twain. Quirites,
The gods look down. Remember Alexander,
Who died of fever in Babylon!