Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: November, 2019

Great Men and Geniuses

Great Men and Geniuses

 
Sir, great men are destroyed by worms—
And insects feast on geniuses.
Greatness and genius? Fleeting terms,
Sir. Great men are destroyed by worms!
What soars aloft must serve what squirms.
Do you see how unfair this is?
Sir: great men are destroyed by worms,
And insects feed on geniuses.

 
–Tom Riley

Tale of an Exotic Name

Tale of an Exotic Name

 
He asked her to pronounce her name.
She didn’t want it on his lips—
Oh, didn’t want to play his game!
He asked her to pronounce her name.
Was understanding, though, his aim?
His eyes were leveled at her hips.
He asked her to pronounce her name.
She didn’t want it on his lips.

 
–Tom Riley

Everything’s Temporary

Everything’s Temporary

 
Yes, I gave
up drinking – but that was
early this morning.

 
–Tom Riley

 

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I Think, Therefore I’m Nuts

I Think, Therefore I’m Nuts

 

 

Went crazy as

soon as he became conscious

of his consciousness.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Openly

Openly

 

 

Into rhyme I quite openly sunk.

You can hear rhyme – and, yes, smell a skunk.

Still, though, folks, at this time,

I am deep into rhyme—

The poetical task of the drunk.

 

 

–Tom Riley

After the Empire

After the Empire

 

 

Will the conquerors soon be destroyed?

Then the conquered are all overjoyed!

They will be at last free

To make war openly

On each other.  It’s hard to avoid.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Dirty Guys

Dirty Guys

 

 

Have you caught dirty guys at their game?

Have you shown every dishonest aim

That sprang up in their guts

And impelled their cheap butts?

Nowadays, they’ll acknowledge no shame.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Hundred Chimps in a Room Filled with Typewriters

A Hundred Chimps in a Room Filled with Typewriters

 
What you really
get is typewriters chucked hard
at your head.

 
–Tom Riley

 

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Hollow, Hollow, Hollow

Hollow, Hollow, Hollow

 
He gave rational grounds for his views,
But his reasons did not make the news.
Out the image was hollowed—
And a fierce chorus followed:
“We accuse! We accuse! We accuse!”

 
–Tom Riley

Dark Bard

Dark Bard

 

(for Andrew Cooper)

 

Strong men blubbered like babies, undone
By his tales set to rhyme. Yes, the sun
Was put out in their hearts
By his unhallowed arts.
“Hey!” he told them. “For some, dark is fun!”

 

–Tom Riley