Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: September, 2017

And the Winner Is…

And the Winner Is…

 

Right in Kaepernick’s vain category
Players fall — and are backed, same old story,
By a lame NFL.
The result, folks? Oh, hell!
Donald Trump is left holding Old Glory.

 

—Tom Riley

Ecclesiastical History

Ecclesiastical History

 

If anything, O Lord, could make me cede
Ground to the pagans as they foully lead
The way to Hell, I say that it would be
Tedium dripping from the works of Bede.

 

—Tom Riley

Reformer

Reformer

 

The reforms of Pope Francis: spread fog;
Let the Paynim invade, kick your dog,
Rape your sister, and rule;
Above all, no old school!
He condemns neither Gog nor Magog.

 

—Tom Riley

Nice and Peaceful

Nice and Peaceful

 

I’ve a boast — or perhaps a confession.
I’ve renounced all unholy aggression!
I’m a nice, peaceful guy!
(Buddy, that’s not a lie:
It’s an idiomatic expression.)

 

—Tom Riley

Humbling Headwear

Humbling Headwear

 

When God’s vengeance descends on your head,
You will not, of course, feel holy dread.
You will shake a fierce fist
And pretend to resist.
But your pride, deep inside, will be dead.

 

—Tom Riley

Hypocrite Pride

Hypocrite Pride

 

My hypocrisy moves you to frown?
Come on, preacher man! Don’t be a clown!
Leave your moralist box!
My hypocrisy rocks.
Contradiction cannot keep me down.

 

—Tom Riley

Mistake Monitor

Mistake Monitor

 

When another guy makes a mistake,
Then I laugh till my ears start to shake.
No response could be fairer!
But, if I am in error,
Do not smile! It’ll make my heart break!

 

—Tom Riley

Moderation

Moderation

 

Moderation could help you a lot.
Neither cold nor excessively hot,
You could find joy and peace
And the wisdom of Greece
And true love. Then again, maybe not.

 

—Tom Riley

Undying Enmity

Undying Enmity

 

All your enemies seek to pretend
That their actions weren’t meant to offend,
Let alone to attack.
Let your anger go slack?
You should not. Instead, let the lies end!

 

—Tom Riley

Limerick

The Limerick

 

In this form, there is no space to dream.
Its restrictions are clear — and extreme.
It’s a bark, not a hunch—
But it does pack a punch.
When I use it, I’m letting off steam.

 

—Tom Riley