(September (from Latin septem, "seven") was originally the seventh of ten months in the oldest known Roman calendar, the calendar of Romulus?750 BC, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the year until perhaps as late as 451 BC. After the calendar reform that added January and February to the beginning of the year, September became the ninth month but retained its name. September's birthstone is the sapphire. The birth flowers are the forget-me-not, morning glory and aster.) Source: Wikipedia.
September.
In south, March is spring
and September in north, fall
springy blue sapphire
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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"
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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?
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..."
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.
O’ ten decem being tenth month of the year, so endearing, Alas. A seasonal transferring removed from Romulus calendar, remembered now as a season of division. Marked by changes in weather, ecology and amount of daylight on earth. My flower December Narcissus encased in a vase slab of Turquoise, Zircon and Tanzanite-what does December symbolize?
final month of Julian and Gregorian Calendars December Is the twelfth and the seventh and last of seven months that has lengths of 31 days in cold praise...
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O’ ten decem twelve
Solace month of winter’s breath
plants to be dormant
12/16/19
For December or January Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
The Citizens danced
Romulus cried
Centurions posed
in Legions wide
“The world is ours”
they said in glee
“And death to those
who don’t concede”
The past unyielding
future loaned
The present flew
like David’s stone
Their party ending
candles burnt
With spoils poisoned
lessons spurned
And history writes
that in a day…
What once was Rome
was cast astray
Whose legend carved
in stone reminds
What young Narcissus
hoped to find
The glory that once
ruled the world
Now left in rubble
myth unfurled
As time awaits
to stalk our path
That wolf inside
—as history laughs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
These fallon pelicans, given pre-eminence amid this world it's moment in time
Deceptive, their worthless plumes; fixations weaving in and out, hellionistic hues
Led by the prince of what soon shall be, what was; your waning dreams ? Romulus.
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...
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
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
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have stripped dead Papa of his fingers
And thrown him like Romulus himself.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
Many men have died so I may clutch Salem,
I wonder has any land soaked more blood
I wonder could a land be less Holy.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I confined them for two centuries
and locked them in in darkness.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have let my force make clean children
dirty
I have told those who need to,
not to protect themselves, and they die.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
'Forgive me, Father, for I can not, you have sinned too much,'
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
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 they shall return.
All hail justice reborn!,
Caesar, men will know fear.
Battle drums retired now,
nobody guarding the frontier.
Bingeing under empire skies,
baths with foreigners galore.
Wavering peace for the rich,
an abolishment of the poor.
The years passed quickly,
Cicero's return with his scars.
Trampled Rome so defenseless,
once again burning under stars.
Hung from the Romulus gate,
tyrant now in history's stones.
Curia of Pompey never tainted,
with Julius Ceaser's bones.
Twins, the sons of Mars
Romulus and Remus are
The founders of Rome
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/history-2.php
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
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