Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: September, 2015

Orientation on an Orientation

Orientation on an Orientation

 

He’s a guy of an alternate stripe–
and that’s all, once you get past the hype.
He’s a prince, goodness knows–
and Salon really goes
for the virtuous pedophile type.

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Progressive website Salon gives the pedophile’s point of view.)

Ego Te Absolvo

Ego Te Absolvo

 

 

Hail, Francis! I’ll forgive you everything
you’ve said and done — your blab, your foolish calls,
your constant and eccentric badgering–
if you just punch Obama in the balls.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Confidence

Confidence

 

 

We have confidence, mister, in you.
We believe you have more than a clue.
We esteem your good sense.
Yes, we have confidence–
or we’re willing to say that we do.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Oldsters

Oldsters

 

 

In my youth, I made fun of the old.
All their foibles were comedy gold,
and I mocked with a will.
Now I’m mocking them still–
though amongst them I find I’m enrolled.

 

 

–Tom Riley

A Mirror

A Mirror

 

“You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.”

 

 

Yes, I hold up a mirror. You see
what you are — and it hurts inwardly.
Or perhaps it hurts not.
People tell me a lot
(ungrammatically): “That can’t be me!”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Such Confidence

Such Confidence

 

 

He thinks he knows the things of God.
God chuckles at such confidence.
Our hero tends to smile and nod.
He thinks he knows the things of God.
With wide athletic shoes he’s shod.
He goes to various events.
He thinks he knows the things of God.
God chuckles at such confidence.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Troubled Little Head

Troubled Little Head

 

 

We save your troubled little head from thinking.
Because we love you so, we do it all.
When into clouds of heavy thought you’re sinking,
we save your troubled little head from thinking.
Gallons of ease we serve you for the drinking.
Your place is comfy right against the wall.
We save your troubled little head from thinking.
Because we love you so, we do it all.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Collaborator

Collaborator

 

 

Murdering rapists sing a martial song.
Hey, Christians are the ones they rape and slay!
Barack Obama smiles and goes along.

Lacking the dignity of Cheech and Chong,
our leader has a game of golf to play.
Murdering rapists sing a martial song

and march through realms abandoned, feeling strong.
They’re crude and ill-groomed Nazis. What the hey!
Barack Obama smiles and goes along.

How can the West define what’s right and wrong?
What loyalty do we in fact betray?
Murdering rapists sing a martial song

and smell three times as unwashed as King Kong.
Though black and white seem clear, we opt for gray.
Barack Obama smiles and goes along.

Some muscled eunuch soon will strike the gong.
The Christian East is set to fade away.
Murdering rapists sing a martial song.
Barack Obama smiles and goes along.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Judgment Couple

Judgment Couple

 

 

The judgment couple looks unceasingly
for chances to indulge their common view
of others. Every sight they get to see
confirms in them their dismal sense of you
and you and you and you. No need to do
anything that invites their condemnation:
they will condemn your vile omissions, too–
your totally ungrounded innovation,
your lack of adequate imagination,
your grayness and your golds and greens as well.
If they acknowledge your participation,
they will find fault in some way with your smell.
Those whom they spare this nasty stratagem
are certain to end up in Hell with them.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Hunters

Hunters

 

 

Our hunt for deadly snakes is going great.
We haven’t even spied a single one.
After the morning’s long and nervous wait,
our hunt for deadly snakes is going great.
Failure can be a satisfying fate
if danger lurks beneath the staring sun.
Our hunt for deadly snakes is going great:
we haven’t even spied a single one.

 

 

–Tom Riley