Flammeus Gladius

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Month: January, 2014

Literary Inspiration

Literary Inspiration

 

“When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,

 Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;

 At gaming, swearing, or about some act

 That has no relish of salvation in’t;

 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,

 And that his soul may be as damn’d and black

 As Hell, whereto it goes.”

 

Hamlet wanted to send straight to Hell

His vile uncle – and, under the spell

    Of that limitless play,

    I am hoping someday

To push you down the same fiery well.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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Never Fooled

Never Fooled

 

 

He manages to pass for smart—

But I for one was never fooled:

He tripped on science, fumbled art.

He manages to pass for smart—

But still his horses push the cart,

And still his urges go unruled.

He manages to pass for smart—

But I for one was never fooled.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Contraction

Contraction

 

 

While vaster-minded poets shape grand plans,

I plan instead to polish a refrain.

Oh, what a noble vision can be man’s!

While vaster-minded poets shape grand plans,

Contraction is what modestly expands

In my bone-bounded, unambitious brain.

While vaster-minded poets shape grand plans,

I plan instead to polish a refrain.

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Group Prayer

Group Prayer

When you pray as a part of the crowd,

Why, then, God hears your prayers really loud—

     And most kindly will score them.

     He will never ignore them.

Of his answer the crowd can be proud.

 

 –Tom Riley

See the Good

See the Good

The economy may be a wreck.

Regulators may stand on your neck.

     But how bad can things be?

     Hey, the birth control’s free!

So let’s all write Barack a blank check!

 

–Tom Riley

State of the Union

State of the Union

 

You can’t govern yourselves, as you know:

Your democracy’s simply a show.

     It’s a fact you can’t fight.

     Plus, you’re lucky: tonight

The chief tyrant is telling you so.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Judgment Juice

Judgment Juice

 

 

(for Téa Marie Erickson)

 

 

The lousy movie that you plan to view

Is way too bad to yield to simple wine.

You need far stronger stuff to render you

Immune to crap and bitch-slap into line

Your judgment – so you babble, “Hey, it’sh fine,”

When sober viewers rally and object.

Vodka, perhaps, might manage that design—

But I, my dear, am of the whiskey sect.

Jameson is sufficient to correct

All of the sense that you can bring to bear

Against The Hobbit’s defects.  You’ll defect

From rationality and cease to care

About the idiocy in that flick.

Drink fiercely and the film won’t make you sick.

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Republicrats

Republicrats

What one party can do unto thee,

O thou citizen, should scare the pee

     Out of bladders like thine.

     Therefore, dread the design

Of the two parties when they agree!

 –Tom Riley

Damn Hero

Damn Hero

 

From his low place, he couldn’t see high.

Still, he stretched up: “I do need to try!”

     The truth hid overhead.

     Aspiration was dead.

Why?  Our damn hero gave up, that’s why!

 

–Tom Riley

Ouster

The Ouster

 

He was too aloof, lofty, and proud.

He would not go along with the crowd

     As our leaders required—

     So he had to be fired

For the crime of not lying out loud.

 

–Tom Riley