When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
IN MEMORY OF CENTURION
GAIUS LUCIUS MANIUS
PRIMUS PILUS FIRST COHORT
LEGIO VI VICTRIX
HE SPENT HIS PENSION
IN CISALPINE GAUL
WHERE HE RAN
AN HONEST BROTHEL
HIS FUNERAL WAS GRACED
BY A MURDER OF CROWS
AND GRIEVIOUS LAMENTATIONS
IN THE NAME OF FAIR ISHTAR
DAUGHTER OF SIN AND SHAMASH
It was Clark Gable, who posed the question,
“Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
About that postage stamp of native soil
In many books and stories did his typewriter toil
regaling about that mythical place he called Yoknapatawpha County
somewhere in the rolling hills of north Mississippi
he penned a tale about Colonel John Sartoris
of Boon Hogganbeck and Lucius McCaslin
taking a trip to Memphis, Tennessee
in “Boss” Priest’s Wynton Flyer
they were “The Reivers”—footloose and fancy free
Yes, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
of Quentin Compson—“The Sound and the Fury”
the perils of the Bundren family—“As I Lay Dying”
Vardaman said, “My mother is a fish”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, “Mr. Bill” Faulkner did write
about Emily Grierson, her male admirers in “A Rose for Emily”
the trilogy of the Snopes family, such a literary tapestry
Oh, heavens, Mr. Gable, Mr. Faulkner did write
In every novel, every story, all about his native Mississippi
his works a marvelous contribution to America’s rich literary history
--Allen Baswell
© 02-25-22
Lucius,Livia, Aurelius
Commodus,
Chica de Silva
InPlautus, Meretrix
Drusilla.
Days were they stood proud
speaking of days gone by
talking in laugages few
understood
which Meadows aren't Casears
Since all beneath the sun is God's
and every tounge that worships
does so from the blessings of
Casears
they speak to be there understood
there tougnes are words
Familiar to those study them
who so ever hearest the voices
Must praise Casears
they must speak of the
glorious workings of God
All beneath heaven shall
speak of Casears as the only
God.
Such commandeth Casear!
Hail Casear! Hail Casear!
Hey watermelon how you doing
We're your seeds
What them people doing
Ain't got no ripe
But the melons fresh
Past the salt
Study your test
Contest the seeds
If you dare
Wipe up the floor
Act like you care
In dense forest we stood to face our foe
German tribes defied our mighty empire
Ready we were to strike the final blow
Unleashing hell with arrows, sword, and fire.
Treachery made me a gladiator
They wanted blood and loved my fighting skill
My fate I blamed on this cruel dictator
Lucius Commodus I vowed to kill.
This world or next I would have my revenge
For wife and son so mercilessly slain
Games final day their deaths I would avenge
My chance had come to end this tyrant’s reign.
With sword I killed this hateful emperor
They appointed me as Rome’s protector.
Date written = January 4th 2019
Movie magic poetry contest
Sponsor =Gregory.R.Barden.
Name of movie= Gladiator
Character= Maximus Decimus Meridius.
Ending changed to Maximus surviving and becoming protector of Rome.
It's allways nice , win sum one hoo cairs is around !
Sirtin lies were toeld . But the cops fynally arrested the real rapest !
& the Mexican boys in the black birrays held the criminal until the cops came.
Did it matter , that the rape happenned last week & not 2-day ?
No! The Mexican boys kept kwy-it aybout the mysterious Ladey in the blue costume !
That Ladey looks aylot like Lucius krell,s dawter .
Did professor Jared harden groe an extra clone ,
That noe one else nu aybout ?
Hooz 2 say ?...
Familiarity
Can sometimes be
A chisel
That slowly chips away
At human souls
Stripping first the aura
Then splintering
The shiny, pearly shell
To finally bear
The red, raw meat
That often brings contempt.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Pierced
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 03/06/2015
Based on Quote: “Familiarity Breeds Contempt”
Written by Lucius Apuleius (c. 125 – c. 180) was a Roman Philosopher
i stood over looking
the general view
of the bath of caracalla
evading sudatorium seduction
the church of st. cesarea
in palatio captured my thoughts
rather quickly i entered
sarcphagus of lucius scipio barbatus
dazed i was gently lifted
hovering above columbarium
of villa codini ah my human sufferage
unleashed near the arch of drusus
i found myself kneeling
beyond the gate of st. sebastian
how i'd remembered
the findings of the church
of domine quo vadis
welcoming of monks settled
deeply within catacombs
of st. callistus the fine
chapel of cornelius
the bishop winks at the sight
of cecilia's remains hisses of trickery
a covenant maderno's manner
lessons and arrows embedded
amids sebastians sculpture
ravished by greif
for giorgetti's finali catacombs
and tombs surrounding
my morbid energy force
abruptly backing right into
circus of mexentius shouting
metella metella open
the appian way
seneca's revealed
the tower of selce in ruins
I can fish on Lake Notashebun
in September for pike: 'Great Northern.'
Known as 'Esox lucius,'
it's so delicious
breaded and deep fried lakeside; that's heaven.
The Wrong Number
By Elton Camp
On a his 800 call, old Lucius got one digit incorrect
So to an unexpected business his call it did direct
A real person came on, “Darling, how’re you today?”
That was what a sultry voice immediately had to say
“I’d just love to talk dirty to you my handsome friend.
There’s just one thing you must know before we begin.
Although I think you’re sexy and I like you so very fine,
There’s a charge based on how long we’re on the line.”
That a woman could be so crass, Lucius was shocked
His idea about the virtue of the fair sex was rocked
To such a proposition, he didn’t know how to replay
So he slammed down the receiver and didn’t even try
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.
A shoveler duck is Jim
A duckling afraid to swim
He stands on a log
With Lily The Frog
So everyone laughs at him
Gracie Gull says he is dim
Silly I'm not explains Jim
I have a dislike
For Lucius Pike
Just dinner I am to him
Lucius then says to Jim
Sorry I nibbled your limb
It was only in fun
To see a duck run
Forgive me Shoveler Jim
Together the trio swim
Lucius, Gracie and Jim
And stories they tell
Until the church bell
Then happily sing a hymn