Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: March, 2016

Hills

Hills

 

 

As I fight my way over tough hills,
I am honing quotidian skills.
Life would just like to say
hills pop up every day–
as do various unforeseen ills.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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They Grow Up

They Grow Up

 

 

They grow up–
and it’s all gone in
a puzzled instant.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Rescuer

The Rescuer

 

 

I’m rescuing a fragment of the day.
I don’t think I shall get a medal, though.
Challenging is the game I choose to play:
I’m rescuing a fragment of the day
from idleness that doesn’t fade away
and emptiness that cannot help but grow.
I’m rescuing a fragment of the day.
I don’t think I shall get a medal, though.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Passwords

Passwords

 

 

Ah, with passwords you dare to begin
to conceal all your virtue and sin!
Up the window is popping–
but, dear sir, I’m not stopping:
I am sure that at last I’ll hack in.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Mixology

Mixology

 

 

Don’t add hot
coffee to your wine except
in your stomach!

 

 

–Tom Riley

Wiser and Braver

Wiser and Braver

 

 

Bending my principles, I drink the white.
(The fact is that there isn’t any red.)
Sometimes it’s wiser — braver — not to fight.
Bending my principles, I drink the white.
I’m stooping, surely, from a lofty height.
I wish that I were climbing up instead.
Bending my principles, I drink the white.
(The fact is that there isn’t any red.)

 

 

–Tom Riley

Dear Breakfast

Dear Breakfast

 

 

Ah, dear breakfast, how proud you must be!
Oh, your future’s a fine one to see!
You are acing the test!
You’re becoming the best!
You will soon be transformed into me….

 

 

–Tom Riley

One

The One

 

 

He is leading our nation so well
that reporters applaud for a spell
after every calm claim.
It’s a bit of a shame
that he’s leading the nation to Hell.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Liberator

The Liberator

 

 

Mr. Mentz cries: “I will not rot in Hell–
for all my actions have been virtuous!
I’ve been more virtuous than I can tell–
for modesty is quite imperious
in this, the castle of my heart! And thus
it always is for those who lead with zeal:
their perfect eloquence, which makes no fuss,
can’t quite express the perfect way they feel.
But, then again, they cannot quite conceal
the shining points of their nobility.
Of my own virtue I make no big deal–
but isn’t it just evident in me?”
Up to applaud damned souls are glad to leap.
Devils for miles around snore loud in sleep.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Ten Minutes

Ten Minutes

 

 

Ten minutes I shall grant you, sir.
Make your peace with eternity!
In my heart mercies swell and stir.
Ten minutes I shall grant you, sir–
because I’m not a torturer.
I hope that you will soon agree.
Ten minutes I shall grant you, sir!
Make your peace with eternity!

 

 

–Tom Riley