Pompey Poems - Poems about Pompey

...*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 righteo......Read the rest...

...The ruling party's eternal line: Warriors brightly shine, Their battlefield triumphs necessarily fine. Yet crown them as statesmen, heroics diminish, Often resulting in ignominious finishes. C......Read the rest...

...Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess... You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar... As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus and all tresspasses are treated as threats o......Read the rest...

...After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia" Historiae VI by Sallust ***************************** I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning. That’s my version anyhow, an......Read the rest...

...Where have all tne beauiful words gone? The skipping rhythms, Tangled in luscious forms, That painted movies in our minds. And does it matter? If all that left is, Weary eyed concrete s......Read the rest...

...Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens. And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe where she met and married Toussaint Charbonneau. A French ......Read the rest...

...ed her to no avail but my application of Peruvian bark poultice to her pelvic region along with sulphur water from nearby quickly brought her halo back, she is already gallivanting for fruits with "Pompey", her boy in papoose, she can make a cold man warm with just the touch of her smile, its already mid July and my stupid insistence on making the iron frame boat water worthy has been a fati......Read the rest...

...The Ides of March are no different than of October just seven months older and perhaps, a little bit colder. And had Caesar only stayed away from the Curia of Pompey that day he might have......Read the rest...

...Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall... And sadly...i start to drive. Through the unremarkable village with its tall Georgian Bay window panes, lightless, devoid of visages; ......Read the rest...

...At work it was slack- not much to do, The boss was out on the prowl. We have to look busy no matter what His face was all of a scowl. I had the misfortune to pick up a paper A paper som......Read the rest...

...I will take you to this mountain where you’ll see remains of Pompey......Read the rest...

...At work it was slack- not much to do, The boss was out on the prowl. We have to look busy no matter what His face was all of a scowl. I had the misfortune to pick up a paper A paper someone bought ......Read the rest...

...The rubicon is crossed, thirteenth legion for glory. Augustan,publico pro bono, behold the untold story. Marched into all Rome, flags of the republic burn. Demons threaten his name, and say ......Read the rest...

...She sets my heart aflutter So much so I wish she would mutter Those words "I do" In front of onlookers in a pew My heart says it can be so My mind says it is a no Should I continue to try L......Read the rest...

...Who am I? I am not Fred Flintstone, nor am I Billy Goat Gruff, And I am not Will Shakespeare, nor a Scotsman named MacDuff; I am not Tom, I am not Dick, and surely am not Harry; Not Goldilocks, no......Read the rest...