Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: August, 2015

Subtle Victory

Subtle Victory

 

 

I’ve outwitted my enemies — so
my triumphant soul just ought to crow
to the heights of the sky.
But I don’t crow: not I!
For my foes are too stupid to know.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Caricature

Caricature

 

 

Back in the day, our guys showed up in chains
to face the wrath of puzzled magistrates–
but, if that spirit actually remains,
it’s what the papal lad in Ireland hates.
Show him some confrontation. He deflates.
Must he be torn by wild beasts? Probably
that hasn’t been determined by the Fates.
Caricature is what he dreads to see.
It’ll undo his lofty dignity.
It’ll make stylish power brokers sneer.
To such a destiny he can’t agree.
Condemnatory headlines might appear!
When hornets such as these are fiercely swarming,
it’s better to take on… well… global warming!

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Papal nuncio to Ireland warns Catholics against becoming caricatures.)

War on Poverty

War on Poverty

 

 

Hey, you’re poor! I shall come to your aid.
Of your dignity I’m unafraid
as I feed you dependence.
It ensures my ascendance.
You remain poor — but I have it made.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Taxonomia

Taxonomia

 

 

My taxonomic survey is complete–
and, as a consequence, you’re classified.
The box I’ve popped you in is small and neat.
Thus from your arguments I boldly hide.
Refute them? Ha! I haven’t even tried.
Your sort of reasoning just makes me sneer.
Words such as yours must not be dignified
with any such acknowledgment. It’s clear
your voice is one voice we need never hear.
It’s clear that you don’t really have a mind.
It’s clear your school of thought must disappear–
and will, once it is properly defined.
I’m resolute and speak my truth aloud.
I disregard your whole unruly crowd.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Every Little Space

Every Little Space

 

 

I’m making use of every little space.
Infinity can never be enough
for such a lad as me. With strength and grace,
I’m making use of every little space.
I’m looking limitation in the face
and driving it away. Although it’s tough,
I’m making use of every little space:
infinity can never be enough!

 

 

–Tom Riley

Freedom of Thought

Freedom of Thought

 

 

“Let your freedom of thought now take wing!
Of your own mind, you’re prophet and king.
Let your reasoning soar!”
“Hey, I have….” “Well, no more:
in your freedom, you thought the wrong thing!”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Buffoonery

Buffoonery

 

 

This Trump buffoonery will not impress
the multitudes — as Biden’s version will.
It’s  time for GOP types to confess
this Trump buffoonery will not impress
anyone but the base. A sorry mess
the party’s in: his polls are rising! Still,
this Trump buffoonery will not impress
the multitudes as Biden’s version will.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Weird and Perverse

Weird and Perverse

 

 

 

Was that Subway guy sick!” “Yeah, I know:
just how low can a spokescreature go?
He was weird and perverse.
Hard to think of much worse….”
Pretty much like Planned Parenthood, though.”

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Stash

Stash

 

 

“From the law I am hiding my stash,”
he explained, his face empty: “not cash,
not narcotics, not booze,
not cool weapons I’ll use–
but my loftiest dreams, now just ash.”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Little Done

Little Done

 

 

With an effort enormous, poor guy,
he got done what would not satisfy
his unbounded ambition!
Work was vain superstition,
and on luck he resolved to rely.

 

 

–Tom Riley