Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Tag: Shakespearean sonnet

Bunch of Regular Guys

A Bunch of Regular Guys

But Wagner didn’t do it all alone.
Regulars of the Russian Federation
Were heroes, too – and, in the danger zone
Triumphant, wreaking utter devastation
Upon the Ukronazis whom that pest
Zelensky played like pawns. His NATO bosses
Thought that his idiotic plan was best—
And so the Ukies took tremendous losses.
In spite of all the smoke that CIA
Imbeciles blow, the Russian cause advances—
While leaders of the West, far, far away,
Continue to adopt unyielding stances.
If Putin could take D.C., district squalid,
I think he would be doing us a solid.

–Tom Riley

Second-Raters

Second-Raters

Over and over, naturally, we say
The same damn things. Obsessively, we fiddle
With details of expression, with the way
That things are said. We glory in the riddle
That pitches obvious as near inspired.
In clever words, we make the old connection.
If we fail here, the reader says we’re fired.
But is such polish actual perfection?
I much prefer what I myself can’t do,
What Blake achieved in poetry prophetic.
Believe you me, I give myself the cue—
But my performance strikes me as pathetic.
What I produce will not survive my time.
But, what the hell, I sure know how to rhyme!

–Tom Riley

How to Choose Your Proxies the NATO Way!

How to Choose Your Proxies the NATO Way!

When NATO chooses puppets, it prefers
Ideologues whose motives make them crazy.
It doesn’t help when human feeling stirs—
Or logic. Intellectually lazy,
The proper pawn drools nonsense he’s consumed
With mother’s milk. He thinks his piss is holy.
He’s sure that all who disagree are doomed.
Against hard pucks of truth, he stands as goalie.
His masters don’t have faith in anything
Except the riches they’re accumulating.
The half-baked hymns, though, that the stooges sing
Boast notes that bank accounts find stimulating.
Does endless war cost some? It pays the best—
Who pay no damn attention to the rest.

–Tom Riley

(Like Stephen King, Zaluzhny is a Banderite.)

Review by Someone Who Has a Thing for Cate Blanchett

Review by Someone Who Has a Thing for Cate Blanchett

The Peter Jackson trilogy? Okay.
It does stray far from Tolkien’s text, however.
A little Hollywood, you’d have to say
Was necessary – maybe even clever.
Glorfindel, though, replaced by Elrond’s girl?
The Great Elf Lord replaced by Strider’s honey?
The chase scene pleased. I didn’t want to hurl.
The switcheroo itself was sad – or funny.
And what of Faramir? Of Denethor?
The movie represented both unfairly.
There are some losses we cannot restore.
Does Faramir recover honor? Barely.
I found film Gollum pitiably neat.
I also liked Galadriel’s bare feet.

–Tom Riley

Tremendous Loss

Tremendous Loss

(in memoriam George Mohun, M.D.)

Your table talk was rich with fuck, fuck, fuck.
You gave prim females nineteen kinds of vapors.
But I considered it tremendous luck
That I was party to your verbal capers.
How glorious the things I learned from you,
Things that escaped all delicate expression!
You had true vision, sir, not just a clue.
To idiocy you made no concession.
And, when I heard that you would speak no more
Within the reach of this, my mortal hearing,
Well, I won’t say I trembled at my core.
Such pansy stuff to you was not endearing.
I will say that I knew tremendous loss.
I hope I got that fucking point across.

–Tom Riley

Apart from the Judgment Emporium

Apart from the Judgment Emporium

Merchants of judgment talk about me now.
I know whom they’re addressing, what they’re saying.
For variations I need not allow.
The repetition game is what they’re playing.
Their clumsy sentences they always shape
In ways both arrogant and idiotic.
Their narrow vision they cannot escape.
Smugly they will deny that they’re despotic.
And who can tell what others will believe
Of what’s malicious in their fixed oration?
For such imagined damage I don’t grieve.
The sages tell me I should hold my station
Against the wounds opinion might inflict.
By idle gossip I shall not be tricked.

–Tom Riley

Mark Shea the Science Gay

Mark Shea the Science Gay

Now every Saturday the fat fraud Shea
Posts someone else’s stuff addressing “science”
In superficial terms. His sad display
Of gee-whiz fanboy shit, and his reliance
On others: both are signs supremely clear
That utter ignorance is his condition
And uncommitted blathering his sphere.
Of course, crass self-promotion is his mission.
He hasn’t read through Darwin. That’s for sure.
Nevertheless, he’ll crow for “evolution.”
For such vile vanity, is there a cure?
Can facts fix such a bogus constitution?
For these impossibilities don’t seek!
He’s guilty of small science – and less Greek.

–Tom Riley

What Lovecraft Loved

What Lovecraft Loved

You loved the 18th century, it’s clear.
There are far more unnerving inclinations.
I think of how so many in your sphere,
those who essayed Cthulhu imitations,
preferred vague horrors free of time and place
and found in vague hells vaguer paradises–
then claimed they’d looked existence in the face.
Amongst the vilest literary vices,
such attitudes, I dare assert, are low.
I much prefer your urges antiquarian,
nostalgia for an age you couldn’t know,
free from all purposes utilitarian.
Your tastes, dear sir, I say are your affair.
When he arrives, Cthulhu will not care.

–Tom Riley

I Love a Girl in Uniform

I Love a Girl in Uniform

Lesbians used to find a happy place
In military life – but now it’s trannies.
That is a fact the dykes will have to face.
Now chicks with dicks will ogle female fannies.
Now former girls who’ve sacrificed their tits
Will be in charge, aloof, at renamed bases.
Don’t dare complain the brass have lost their wits!
The cards are dealt. You just don’t hold the aces.
Come over here with me. I saved a seat
For every one of you. I’m pouring whiskey.
You can have rocks – although I drink it neat.
Too much sobriety is also risky.
There might be more to do than drink and talk.
On the wild side, why don’t you take a walk?

–Tom Riley

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Zelensky has his cronies in the West.
When all the pawns upon the board are scattered,
His current recklessness will be professed
From luxury, as if it truly mattered.
He’ll likely find a place in Hollywood
And thus advance the cause of U.S. trannies.
Media adulation will seem good—
As will the sight of round and well-toned fannies.
He’ll join the set that never has to pay
For idiotic and absurd offenses.
Pursuing fresh ambitions that bright day,
He will not mind his former moods and tenses.
Ukraine will be a mess, but he’ll be fine.
I’d say he’s shaped a pretty slick design.

–Tom Riley