Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

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Angry

Angry

 

 

Sometimes, guy, though you wish to spew spittle,
You must rein in your anger a little.
Though you want vengeance bad,
though you’re boundlessly mad,
God does not care one jot or one tittle.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Captain Playactor

Captain Playactor

 

 

Cap’s big head just got bigger — and lighter.
On his own line the prick is a biter–
and has reeled himself in.
Let correction begin!
You’re an actor, dear sir, not a fighter.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Chris Evans hopes he “runs into” ex-Marine Nathan Damigo.)

Half Defined

Half Defined

 

 

Some take pride in a half-defined sonnet.
Me, I call the gods’ worst curse upon it.
If you take the loose path,
may you taste Delphic wrath!
If the robe doesn’t fit, then don’t don it.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Its Own Reward

Its Own Reward

 

 

Virtuous Brutus did sly Cassius in.
Remember: virtue is its own reward.
Eschewing actual and mental sin,
Virtuous Brutus did sly Cassius in.
Explain this dismal process? Why begin?
The sword that we explain is still a sword.
Virtuous Brutus did sly Cassius in.
Remember: virtue is its own reward.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Imaginary Hero

Imaginary Hero

 

 

You do noble things, sir, in your mind.
But your real life is not so defined.
There you err and offend
without brake, without end.
The best thing I can say is, you’re blind.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Something Else

Something Else

 

 

Why does he wear that look of puzzlement?
He’s working out his something else to say.
He knows that he’s the star of the event.
Why does he wear that look of puzzlement?
With his own brilliance he is not content.
He knows he has sublime truth to display.
Why does he wear that look of puzzlement?
He’s working out his something else to say.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Ad Marcum Aurelium

Ad Marcum Aurelium

 

 

I have you, O you pagan, to thank
For such virtue as I, from each flank,
Can be seen to display.
Angels sing out: “Hurray!”
Time for bed – the philosopher’s plank.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Day of Rest

Day of Rest

 

 

“There is rest in the offing!” You say.
“I shall take the contemplative way
and be wreathed in repose!
I’ll be pleased, goodness knows!”
But the answer is quick: “Not today!”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Got Grammar?

Got Grammar?

 

 

Got no grammar. (That ain’t no confession.)
Got no grammar. (That ain’t no concession.)
Has I gots grammar? No!
But, in telling me so,
You’ve committed a microaggression!

 

 

–Tom Riley

Big Sibling

Big Sibling

 

 

(for Wesley Smith)

 

 

If I could call the silverback my brother,
How proud I’d be, how truly thrilled I’d be!
Such a big sibling, more than any other,
Would terrify most every enemy
Here on the human playground. Punks would see
Him coming and exclaim: “Help! Riley’s bro
Is more than we can handle! Time to flee!
We stand no chance against so buff a foe!”
I’d smile and cross my arms and watch the show
As G. Gorilla Riley cleaned the clocks
Of those who foully sought to bring me low.
“My brother wins!” I’d cry. “My brother rocks!”
There is a problem, though, that must be stated:
The silverback can’t see that we’re related.

 

 

–Tom Riley