Many of these were written during my math class; I'm not sure why, but it seemed a scenario conducive to writing. I'd be happy to let anyone use my poetry, as long as they ask and give me credit. Thanks for visiting!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Gracchi Brothers

This is the story of two roman brothers:

Gaius and Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus.

They were a people opposed to wrong doing

but were killed by the people as the maenads of Bacchus.


Tiberius, the older one was,

was a Tribune of Plebs a speaker for thus:

he wanted the land from Marian Proscriptions

to be reallotted and give all equal sections.


“This would not do” thought the Senate at once

“but he's a Tribune and election's in months!”

so, since such waiting would have not been prudent

the Senate did something, most know that they shouldn't.


The Senate spread lies, some slick, sly deceits,

and had him put down, killed with their seats.

This angry mob was led by his cousin,

of the cognomen Nasica, a Scipio in a dozen.


Now only stood Gracchus, 'twas just Gaius now,

and eleven years thence, it's a more Gracchi show.

For here, once again, was a Gracchi a commie,

opposed by senatorial Drusus, Marcus Livy.


After an incident, a death on the Capitol

Opimius and Drusus marched and he fell.

But those men did not kill him, that Gracchus of scorn

for he fled to the Janiculum and fell on his sword

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

5/4/11

O what is wrong upon this day,
why do you make me mean today?
I'm thinking things I should not say,
and I know that, but do anyway.

Just as a young, small child acts
or as said youth affects the facts
I, with my words, break my friends' backs
then help them up as my anger cracks.

I isolate me, feeling mad;
in isolation I feel sad.
I make my neighbors all feel bad
in false hope that they'll make me glad.

This hope, abandoned, I've redirected.
In writing this, hope's hope-corrected.