Short Roman Poems
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A solar halo
Sol Invictus blistering
Or the cross blazing
Burning for roman bloodshed
Who in truth was Cain scheming
powerful juno
roman queen of strong women
your song we still sing
as we escape twinned clutches
of crushing weeds to flower
People have two sides
Like The Roman God Janus' coin
A good side, a bad side
A past, a future
One must embrace both in
Someone we love
Believing in Jesus Christ or Father Christ
Is being and with Catholics or Roman Catholics
Church He established or started
5202014
Jesus or Father Christ established or started
The Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
With our first pope St. Peter on Second Century
WHEN WATERS
FILL HOLES
AND MAKE WATERY MESSES
THE SOILS BENEATH OUR FEET
CAUSES US TO
STAND BENEATH THE SKY
AND FIND OURSELVES WET
Roman numerals
does anyone still use them
maybe a lost art
I used to know them
I have lost that knowledge
might have to relearn
Practicing hard at his yoga,
Cato convolved with his toga.
The news he was caught
In this Gordian Knot
Spread to the land of Busoga.
A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid.
There once was a lady from Rome
Who penned a scholarly tome
She spoke to the pope
Getting just the right dope
For a chapter on St. Peter's dome.
A young girl backed into my zipper
On a bus too crowded for kipper
With pressure exerted
My little thing spurted
What seemed to be from the Big Dipper!
"Their cross will decay
Rome will be as a phoenix
Helios will reign supreme"
"The sun always sets
Accept the eagle’s old age
Find dominion in your mind"
Roman Gnome
There once was an Emperor of Rome
Who invented the first garden Gnome
He thought it looked cute
In its Christian suit
Mascot to the Coliseum of Rome
There was an old man from Saratoga
Who always wore an old Roman toga
Spice of parties they’d shout
Showing bony knees he’d flout
Till he froze to death in North Dakota.
In the annals of Rome the least glorious
was an emperor named Honorius.
Though Rome's plight was alarming
he spent his time chicken farming,
a pursuit which made him notorious.
The Roman Empire is happening again
It's all about greed, we are surely condemned
Is it far too late
To change our fate
Time will tell but this debauchery must end
Femina spiritus.
Breezy skirted.
There above it; in name of Spring
World, perfuming.
Of rose, iris embroidered
Back and forth sway.
In who's temple, to Flora's own
Prayful wait shown.
I’m weakened by the hazy heat,
But locals bustle in the street,
And all around me lively talk.
The tarmac melting as I walk,
I see the artefacts of Rome -
And guess it’s pouring down at home.
For Deb’s Summer in the City contest
Limerick: Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Once a gay Roman bored Emperor
Sailed Near East as great Conqueror
Queen there married brother
Was this a great bother?
He married Queen to have the Other!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
(At the Tomb)
I never told my brother,
That the women did anchor,
That the scene was blacker,
Than a black sheep bleater,
Because I was the archer,
Of the delinquency, the snatcher,
So I was not an asker,
To my mother or brother.
Like a sparkling Roman candle -
Red beardtongue dots the canyon.
Oh, what handsome bugles!
That decorate the trail along
Where pebbles were brushed aside
And sway with the breeze -
Not to elicit surprise
But to befriend the greenery.
Ancient building, columns define. Eden’s forever garden hidden. Indelibly juxtapositioned kaleidoscopic lake maintains numerous orchidaceae. Porticos’ quaint, reclused, sequestered. Tetrastylon unseen villa’s with xystus, Yogananda’s Zen.
sad girl,
sad love;
same old
unkempt
memories
of hers.
her eyes
her hair;
both shine,
flat black
exactly
like film.
in this,
in that;
no more-
nor less
forgotten
is she.
stillbirth,
stilllife;
today
the real
tragedy
begins.
Form:
A world imagined
A phantom circling the sun
Veiled by her white glare
Pulling on Mercury's heels
Pulling on mankind's veiled minds
About the hypothetical planet Vulcan, which was theorised to exist as the nearest planet to the Sun in the 19th century.
Synonymous of The Roman legion,
Is strength and patriotism,
Courage put to swords!
Determined bloodshed, belligerent war,
Humanity stands the gaff,
Victory or failure ?
Kimos- 10/7/6
Written on 30/6/14
Contest- The Roman Legion
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Ranked 4th