Originally posted here March 2014
the ides that hid the knives
of March now come and gone
my wounds gaping witnesses
knowing who owned daggered hands
holding heirloom my empire
I gave them maps of the world
drawn in blood of the eagles
their gratitude cloaked in false
tribute they murdered my glory
for wanting true title of king
but my death lives forever
beyond crimson dust of my bones
for in grief of their guilt they
gave height of summer my name
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yah yah yah
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Can’t praise this enough–fabulous writing.
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poor old Julius
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Let me guess, the guy in the purple dies?! 😛
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no foolin’ you, I see
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Beware the Ides of March!
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keep up your guard
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
IN THIS COUNTRY, THIS YEAR, THE IDES HAVE IT. EXTREMELY WELL-DONE (HIS ALWAYS ARE): BEHOLD A CONSUMATE CRAFTSMAN OF POETIC THOUGHT! ❤
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers, Jonathan – and for your most gracious words
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YOU ARE VERY GOOD AT YOUR CRAFT…IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE! 🙂
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Beware the ides of March , Caesar
The ides of March has come
Eye, Caesar , but not yet!
And we all know what happened. 🙂
Wonderful write, Paul.
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much appreciated, celestine
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Really wonderful look at Julius Caesar. Great poem with brilliant, vivid imagery that really captured the moment.
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thank you most kindly
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