Remus Poems

Without U

1
Since 1983, I spent each year
With her, or reasonably near
O to think I once was young, in love
With U (USA) running from African woe
That apartheid in South Africa
Yet I hadn't planned to leave her
I'd visit a month or two, less than a year
Even when I worked (one in Mandela's time,
A deputy director in their State Dept.)
But now, I've missed America much
Four years soon, another home
Albeit for a cause (Great Commission)
How i wish I'd not obeyed "religion"

2
Without you, Sundays are free
I have no religious duty or Assembly
I have little to look forward to
But loving U was stressing me also
I made an healthy choice, the break
Now to live -- hour by hour, by the minute
Here and now, though memories rising like Jesus
Reveal addiction to nationalism. 
Romulus? Remus?

Riddle Me This

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..."

Little Epic of a Poet

The city where I was born was destroyed
by the  dam breach, the house where I lived
became flooded rubble...
I didn't learn to swim there
So I came to Rio de Janeiro...
The city welcomed me with cents
  typical thunderstorms of the mars waters...
Without threshing or border I saw myself as Romulo
without Remus... I felt sans canoe and sans oars... But San Sebastian helped me
and there I was jubilant
 as I had never been...
Today the poet that I am, I live remembering the epic events that happened... !

Shapeshifters

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

Harmonise

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.

Romulus Has Forgotten

You think you have problems? Romulus said.
A woodpecker made sure we were well-bred.
A she-wolf too
Ask Remus, you…
Forgetting he had struck his brother dead.

Den of the She-Wolf

Perhaps we have loved before
in the Lupanar of Pompei
goddess of Priapus
the overseer
of the fertile garden
commanded me.

We perspired upon pillows
stuffed with reeds
feathers and straw
most unwitting lady
whispered to me
"You will be Priapus!"

Content within you
likeness of dedicated fruit
made love into real fruit
worn lascivious acts
woman of well-borne grapes
dark skinned lady enraged with lust.

Stars may rise and set
but the light within us has set
night becomes one long dream
I now desire for 1000 more kisses
dark goddess of Priapus
from where Romulus and Remus
suckled the milk of the she-wolf...

A Do Dah Day Arrives

A contextual gray
dulls the horizon’s lure,
blending the sharper hues,
softening the day’s rush
like warm cotton batting
awaiting a fine rump.

Drizzle manifests,
depressing, maudlin
lackluster, shrouding
the zip in the day,
Uncle Remus frowns.

Ole Br’er Rabbit
would not come out!
The blue birds hide
waiting for sun.

Ole Sol peeks.
Remus smiles.
Br’er hops in.

Blue birds
arrive

SING!

The Power of Purple

not yet a poet laureate?

Myrtle! I say, (she's a tree of lowly lineage,)
unwind your limbs from the lordly pine.  I saved
him from the builder's saw, the gaping yaw
of someone's fire.  I claim this stalwart symbol mine 
as traveling mate, our tandem destiny of 
the arbor-trary kind absolved from ordinary fate.
Yet, if I, or my soldier tree should fall, I call 
on the power of St. Michael's sword, his purple
yew, which downed the devil in a few.  We, 
who are to the lavender born, unlike the myrtle
of low born scorn -- Prince of angels, mighty 
tree, I take my holding power from thee. One eye 
cocked toward immortality, I remain to make 
the odd, little poem, or narratives a' la Uncle 
Remus, forever hoping to be famous.
                         
                        for Ron

Brotherly Love

We’ve heard of brothers who didn’t love
but hated their siblings instead.
And there were some who went so far 
as to want a brother dead.

Cain slew Abel, Romulus killed Remus
Jacob tricked his brother Esau.
And brother killed brother in Civil War,
worst the country ever saw.

But this is not the way it should be
and my own dad and mother
raised five sons who didn’t quarrel.
Each one truly loved the other.

They were taught the Bible story
told by the man with many sons.
A bundle of sticks can’t be broken
but you easily snap just one.

My brothers all stayed friends for life
and no one came between them. 
I miss their jokes and jovial talk,
its so long now since I’ve seen them.

Brother love is a wonderful thing
and I saw it personified
in my big loving brothers
until the day the first one died.

Their circle became a bit smaller
as they left it one by one.
Now my younger brother, sister and I
have a circle of our own.

By Joyce Johnson  April 22, 2011
For Miranda's "Brotherly Love " Contest

Fable Or No Fable

I have some stories from my childhood, so very long ago.
 Which is legend, fairy tale or real, is very hard to know.

Did I not see Paul and his blue ox plowing up the prairie?
Were not Romulus and Remus suckled by a wolf so hairy? 

I believed everything I saw in print when I was only nine
And then to find they are not true has really messed my mind.

Please don’t tell me that Robin Hood was not a real live hero.
If all his Merry Men are myths, then I am batting zero.

King Arthur and the round table and Sir Gallahad the knight
Were real to me as you are, to deny that isn't right.

The legend of Sleepy Hollow, near frightened me to death.
The headless rider and galloping horse truly made me lose my breath.

Some folks claim they have seen Bigfoot, or the monster from Loch Ness.
Whose talking straight, whose telling lies, is anybody’s guess.

I guess I’ll choose what to believe and I’ll do that because
There are some folks who try to say… “There is no Santa Claus”.





No. 10 in contest

Romulus & Remus

There is a city in Europe where Romans do dwell
The beginning of which must have been hell

Founded by twins once sentenced to die
And nursed by a she-wolf. They came to defy

The horrible uncle that tried to destroy
The peace that would come from the twin boys

Afraid they would one day steal his thrown
He sentenced their deaths, but they lived on unknown

Till one day they learned who they truly were
And marched an army to kill the cur

After his death the twins disagreed
They decided on a contest-The winner succeeds-

Romulus started a city of his own
But Remus was angered at being alone

He hopped right over his brother’s moat
And was slain on the spot, or so it was wrote

Romulus became King of the Lands
And built many things with his two hands

The Senate and Rome can be credited to him
Quite a lot from someone whose life was so grim

Cast Into the Tiber

Twins, the sons of Mars
Romulus and Remus are
The founders of Rome




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They

They formulate a clever plan
to educate the outer bands,
of Romulus and Remus too,
         of wolves and warlocks,
just like you.
  They imitate the wildebeast,
they tempt the lions,
without a feast,
or famine if you choose to stay........
they paint your wagon every day,
green or blue or 
        What you Will.....
Orsino plays and gets his fill,
of music 
just to feed his love
of  stars in heaven up above.

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