Short Rome 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
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.
All Roads lead to Rome
There is a well known saying
That all roads lead to Rome
But I don't take it literally
Because my road leads me home
when the calm so comes
before the dawn daunting storms
be still nature rome
9/27/21
written by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2021
There was once an old lady in Rome
Who never talked on a phone
She preferred to write letters
And that to her never matters
That she was living alone
Well, Brutus was that sort of chap
As whacked his old man in the Cap.
The senators there,
They’d stab or they’d stare,
With all other business a wrap.
Camera hangs around his neck.
He trusts his map to visit sites.
Intends doing full tourist thing.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
"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"
Who has mouth
has the hunger
and thirst, ...
first don't move to Rome,
first goes to fight,
Opens the mouth,
drinks
and eats ...!
Then walks via
There once was a clown who lived in Rome.
Throughout Italy, the man would roam.
He was in a funk.
His act really stunk
Each audience told him to go home.
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.
When all roads lead to Rome,
It is hard to get home.
When all roads lead to Rome,
We become accident prone.
When all roads lead to Rome,
Our minds are no longer free to roam.
Promise me you won't misplace my stone
she whispered to him when they were alone
Together they found the treasure in Rome
then side by side, they made their way home.
There once was a man from Rome
who's head was shinny like chrome
gave the world spiritual hope
was given the title of Pope
now he wears a hat like that of a gnome
Poetry fails
when forced to explain
A dead-end street
with little to gain
Stripped of meaning,
one proffer to name
Magic and wonder
dead,
self-proclaimed
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
It is meaningless to count sheep
in the capitals that never sleep.
Where’re the earplugs, my last resort?
On the roads where I used to roam,
memories of me now roam. Rome,
will you spot you’re one insomniac short?
Tinkle, tinkle on the brush,
Just don’t dip before you flush.
If you’ve run out, but need to smile,
Drink some wine and wait a while.
Deep thoughts on Maurice Rigoler’s Ancient Toothpaste
The robin roosts
In thick thickets
Feeds on worms
And quick crickets
The raven hunts
From thick pickets
Feeds on mice
Thru stick snickets
The wren's hidden
In thick thickets
Robs robin
Of quick crickets
Who has mouth, has
thirsty and hungry ...
Who has mouth
does not exit to Rome first ...
First leaves to the fight,
eat and drink ...
Then after that
departs via ...!
We with our ancient stones
and oh the magnificent pyramids
survey the Roman and Greek temples
Silly left us worshiping now the illiterate beggars
Mohammed and Jesus
Leaving us the fruits of their labour
Nothing but hate and confusion !
Matrika: progression
Malini: destruction
Both ending delusion
Unveiling, a slow tease
Awakening, release
When lower desires cease
So simple is the way
Let not attention sway
In stillness, as we pray
07-July-2021
of Babylon it's written
of Rome it is said
of Athen's glory it's recounted
of Egypt's pharaohs long dead
Anaheim's alive
Dallas, dynamic
Phoenix is rising
Portland is panoramic
we pay homage to what was; overlook what glistens, the aerodynamic
let me call you baby
just one time
let me get to know you
let me just try
why did God ever cross our paths
if I just had to brush past
im tryna forget you
but my heart can't
so next time if we ever meet
do me a favor and say hi
because my broken self
is too afraid to give me a chance
passion and grapes
elixir of lots
life mingled
with venom
power and youth
brush fire fingers
flickering
burning
yearning
caesarean coins
weigh down the neck
of the divine
so called
basket of snakes
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
(the idle mammals
of mammon
on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
as offense rose
the comstock lode
dropped
bovines into stockyards
and the slaughterhouse rules
(u.s.) Pavlovian fools