Short Ides Of March Poems
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THE IDES of MARCH 2019
Owls were Hooting with
Gobbling Turkeys &
Yipping Dogs joined
The Serenade
Under the
Half Moon.
Young red bird
Humble sky
Ides of March
Tears explode
Inside
Live forever
Refuse to die
Young red bird
You stretch
The Sky
Though some beware the Ides of March
My mum adds some extra starch
My shirt is like steel
My trousers won't kneel
With the zip as stuck as a larch.
Gaius Julius Caesar
was not a real people pleaser
he tried to set himself up as a monarch
but never made it past the Ides of March
Saint Patrick feared the Ides of March
So Jesus filled his robes with starch
Saint Patrick said,
"I must be dead!
This coffin feels like sold larch!"
'the ides of march' is coming,
the seer had warned Caesar
his might was about to fall.
William Shakespeare took up the call.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
murmurs of silvered petal-
willows waving in the wind
soaring over the cornfield-
an exaltation of larks
Out on the porch swing
my cup of chai tea brings warmth
on a bitter ides of March
I rock with the clouds
watching flurries slowly fall
with spring inside my teacup
Threat? "Julius, cool your jets."
an ides of March overdraft.
The day to settle one’s debts -
when sixty "friends" gave Caesar the shaft.
March 5, 2022
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I see in evening light-
yellow tissues in jagged
flight
Brimstones flutter by-
bring Ides of March nigh
I touch the sounds of song-
from birds on high
and hear Spring appear...
in new birth's cry
The virtues, sacrificed
By muscling vices,
Lay dying
Across the dusty crusts of Earth.
The sky, once admirably azure,
Now bleeds dark streams of gray
Above the sight of flying vultures
Flapping, circling in wait.
‘Beware the Ides of March.‘
(Julius Caesar, Act 1, Scene 2)
a week from Saturday is the Ides of March
perhaps I will stay home by myself
better keep an eye on the dogs though
they might have heard of Julius
and get some strange ideas
I suppise its been coming, yet its a sad day to see, Rupert
Lowe, has been shopped; on some discrepacy? I have no more
To put here.' I shall wait as must all..Yet a black flag it is
Apparant is now farages livery.' Let This be a lesson on
Not how to fall.'
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 lived, perhaps, a little bit longer.
© October 15, 2015
The Ides of March, oh woe betide
Twas on this day that Caesar died
Stabbed by his double-dealing men
Remorselessly, time and again.
Twenty-three times the knives were thrust;
Take care therefore in whom ye trust.
09.04.2022
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Beware the Ides of March he said
And soon thereafter he was dead,
How intuitive are they who know
How much longer they have to go,
Would you like to know the day
Or more precisely know the way?
I think not when thinking about it
The mystery doesn’t bother a bit.
written August 3, 2021
I see in evening light-
yellow tissues in jagged flight
Brimstones flutter by-
bring Ides of March nigh
I touch the sounds of song-
from birds on high
and hear Spring appear...
in new birth's cry
If today, bad luck collides
With ordinary living,
You can blame it on the Ides
And be a bit forgiving.
For this date forever will be
Marked as one of woe,
Even if misfortune never
Picks this day to show.
Certain superstitions seem
To stake a lasting claim.
The Ides of March is surely one,
And Shakespeare is to blame.
Beware
the Ides of March
when sudden blizzards pass
sowing deadly devastation.
With harsh
intense relentless brutal force
they charge, unforgiving…
in their wake tears
frozen.
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© 2nd May, 2020
Why do some humans want attention?
They crave the spotlight
And the fame
And nothing more
I never wanted it yet
On that one day it stalks me
The Ides of March
Beware!
Repeatedly through the day
I'm reminded
I've lived
Another year
Please,
I don't want to be reminded
It's just another day
Another day in the year
What shall the winds, of the Ides of March bring
shall it be the scent of a warm summer love,
or a Red Robin, how sweetly she sings
Shall I see a flock, of white Turtle Doves
These are the wonders that come with the Spring,
Or shall the cold snow still fall from above
Mother Nature's the only one who knows
if April showers, the May flowers grow
IDES OF MARCH
Beware the Ides of March.
Slender Dancer Moves Minds.
The Chained Maiden, Andromeda Waits.
A Smile That is Her Name.
Brave Hearts Go Forward.
-Edlynn Nau
©3-15-2019 (dedicated to my daughter Cameron born on the
ides of March)
first new moon
the time
to celebrate and rejoice
darkness and light
in equal measure
seedling breaks ground
a change of weather stirs
conversations in the wind
winter melds into spring
conversations in the wind
a change of weather stirs
seedlings break ground
in equal measure
darkness and light
to celebrate and rejoice
the time
first new moon
March 31,2022
Ides of March Contest
Melted snow forms a swamp in the yard
Pours down the sidewalks, into the street gutters
Children in slick yellow rain coats are jumping in puddles
Delighted that they can play outside again
We are two weeks past the ides of March.
Hopeful gardeners are imagining the daffodils and tulips
Which will soon be popping up in a bright and happy way.
We are excited beyond belief because hope is here.
Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.