"aquila" poems
May I present a challenge?
Imagine if you will
You have created a flying explosive device
And it needs a name that will thrill.
A name, a good name, which name?
Well, none of those below.
Some twisted suits have already used them.
**** EVEN Tacit Rainbow.
What really goes through their minds?
As they sit and discuss the name
Of their creation that's destined to ****
Butcher, destroy and maim.
Just try if you can
To read the whole of this edited list
Imagine how many have exploded of each
With out angrily clenching your fist
Little John
Honest John
Hellfire
Matador
HARM
Terrier
Nike-Ajax
Corporal
Sea Sparrow
Redstone
Bullpup
Mace
Nike-Hercules
Regulus II
Atlas
Thor
Lacrosse
Jupiter
Quail
Hawk
Tartar
Falcon
Polaris
Hound Dog
Pershing
Entac
Firebee
Shelduck
Jayhawk
Cardinal
Firefly
Petrel
Redhead/Roadrunner
Redeye
Mauler
Skybolt
Nike Zeus/Spartan
Condor
Phoenix
Typhon MR
Falconer
Overseer
Taurus
Kingfisher
Cardinal
Walleye
Hornet
Maverick
Big Q
Minuteman
Blue Eye
Viper
Firebolt
Bulldog
Harpoon
Focus
Perseus
Firefly
Stinger
Compass Dwell
B-Gull
Agile
Seekbat
Delta Dagger
Thunderbolt[7]
Patriot
Aquila
Teleplane
Streaker
Tomahawk
Firebrand
Roland
Peacekeeper
Penguin
Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner
Sidearm
Skipper
Wasp
Sea Lance
Ripper[7]
Trident II
Midgetman
Tacit Rainbow
Pave Cricket
Have Nap
Peregrine
Exdrone
Javelin
Pointer
Hunter
Coyote
Skeeter
Outlaw
Wow, you're still reading
And you've managed not to throw up.
Just wondering how many innocent victims
Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
In ancient times long long ago,
when Ptolemy looked up into the firmament-
with wonder and amaze, to see the heavens glowing there-
he little knew of how the Gods did sport and play!
When Cassiopeia ope'd her ***** and let forth her music in the heavens, with joy the stars did dance and planets in their fundament strove to eclipse each other vying with all their might to illuminate-the heavens more bright with their ethereal light and splendor.
Andromeda began to dance, then Sirius and Betelgeuse,
Virgo too with Capricorn- Herculese and Aquila-Regulus with Ursa minor, all the planets danced but one,
and that with angry stance, refused to join the dance,
Mars with red countenance stood aloof feigning reproof,
Look carefully, and you will see,
the stars still dance for you and me.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
*Hail to Caesar now, Zeig Heil
Noble Eagle Standard flies,
Schutzstaffel in midnight legion
Disciplined long stabbing knives.
Heil to goose stepped march precision
Noble Eagle Standard soars,
Centurian’s in closed division
Screaming stukas strafe azores.
Fist to leather armour snapping
Stiff arms high in thronged salute,
Hail to Caesar sing the Legions
Zeig Heil Waffen SS brute.
Discipline of Shield defences
Stabbing lances follow swords
Clouds of arrows fill the heaven
Dachau’s ovens roast the hoards.
Winged Aquila flies the column
Wielded high as Roman’s would,
Black and white with red blood running
Swastikas where Jews once stood.
Europe caste in corpses rotting
Women screaming in the land,
Deutsch and Roman locked forever
Destroyers both, in history’s hand.*
Marshalg
In response to Anselm’s “Two Translations”
25 March 2013
On a cool and dry Autumn afternoon.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
once was a star sparkling bright
towards the burning sun he ran
but he got blinded by the light
and with his rise his fall began
.
by falling deep he scorched the sky
and thus brought others down with him
one brother died and one got burned
fading brilliance, gloom and grim
.
far away from sun and sky
the star could see again
he saw a milion distant lights
and he would understand
and he would spread his wings and fly
back to his brothers side
.
from then, the star
can still be seen
upon a summersky at night
his mind shines starry, pale and clear
and when they saw his glooming light
they named him Altair
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
\\//\\\//
**Northpole looms North
Where playful Dolphinus´sparks
Fly to Aquila**
//\/\\\
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
She is the mother
Who has raised a
Son ,
Whose moral values
Touches the sky,
Whose confidence is
like an Aquila
Who fly,
So high...
Mother is happy,
She has raised a son
Who is busy serving
The mother nation,
Bharat maa,
She is thin
Old, her vitals
Don't function well
But she is living
Just to see her son
Once in a year.
With her old shrunken,
Eyes she waits ,
Her dry massless wrinkled
Hand waits ,
To touch his son
Once in a year.
She is the mother
Who fed her son
With so much love &
Care ..
now that love and care
Is enjoyed by
By a billion and more .
As once Napoleon said,
Great nation need nothing
Much as Good Mothers.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
I charge thee therefore before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom;
2 Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and doctrine.
3 For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;
4 And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.
5 But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.
6 For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.
7 I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:
8 Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.
9 Do thy diligence to come shortly unto me:
10 For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world, and is departed unto Thessalonica; Crescens to Galatia, Titus unto Dalmatia.
11 Only Luke is with me. Take Mark, and bring him with thee: for he is profitable to me for the ministry.
12 And Tychicus have I sent to Ephesus.
13 The cloke that I left at Troas with Carpus, when thou comest, bring with thee, and the books, but especially the parchments.
14 Alexander the coppersmith did me much evil: the Lord reward him according to his works:
15 Of whom be thou ware also; for he hath greatly withstood our words.
16 At my first answer no man stood with me, but all men forsook me: I pray God that it may not be laid to their charge.
17 Notwithstanding the Lord stood with me, and strengthened me; that by me the preaching might be fully known, and that all the Gentiles might hear: and I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.
18 And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
19 Salute Prisca and Aquila, and the household of Onesiphorus.
20 Erastus abode at Corinth: but Trophimus have I left at Miletum sick.
21 Do thy diligence to come before winter. Eubulus greeteth thee, and Pudens, and Linus, and Claudia, and all the brethren.
22 The Lord Jesus Christ be with thy spirit. Grace be with you. Amen.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
Quando tu venisti, una notte, verso il suo letto, al buio,
e le dicesti, piano, già sopra di lei: Non ti vedo, non ti sento.
E la ghermisti con artiglio d'aquila, e tutta la costringesti nella tua forza
riplasmandola in te con tal furore ch'ella perdette il senso d'esistere.
E uno solo in due bocche fu il rantolo e misto fu il sangue e fu il ritmo perfetto,
e dal balcone aperto la notte guardava con l'occhio d'una sola stella
rossastra,
e il sonno che seguì parve la morte, e immoti come cadaveri
la tristezza dell'ombra vi vegliò sino all'alba.
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The lady Aquila has left
and I clean up
and clear away
the things used.
Annona has gone
to lie down;
the constant chat
has worn her down
and out. Aquila eyed
me with disdain,
talked to me as if I
were her slave rather
than Annona's,
beckoning me for
this and that, sitting
there like some princess
from some foreign shore.
Annona raised her eyes
at me behind Aquila's back,
and blew me a kiss
when she could, and
smiled as if to say bear
with her she has no power
over you, she loves
only her own soul,
if soul she has.
Come to me
this night, Amy,
Annona said, enter
my bed and love me
as you do and I do you,
and Aquila had just left,
her shadow only just
gone from the walls' hold.
If only Annona's husband,
Marcus, saw how we
love and kiss and hold
and lie, both of us would
be slain in the bed and die.
Last night, how her lips
kissed upon my inner thighs,
reaching up to my
****** nest, there
she kissed and in
Latin words, blessed.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Aquila comes and visits
with her endless talk
about her husband
and his importance to Caesar,
where he goes
and what he does,
and Amy is nearby
looking and watching,
I see her jealous eyes on her,
and I feel prized and
loved and protected.
Aquila has airs and graces,
has that way
of tossing her head
and throwing out
her arms and hands;
but it is Amy I watch,
her my mind thinks of
as I talk with Aquila.
In the small spaces
Aquila allows me,
I talk of Marcus,
and what he does
and where he has gone,
(not far enough),
all the time my eyes
scan the room for Amy,
search her out if she
is gone too long.
Don't you trust her,
Aquila says,
that slave girl of yours?
Up to mischief is she?
No I just like to know
where she is,
I say,
habit I suppose.
O Annona you are a one,
she says,
let them be,
slaves are what
they are,
the market is
full of them.
I listen to her voice
rattle on,
but it Amy
my mind is on,
her my mind's
thoughts dwell on,
taking in each gesture
of her hands,
crease of her face
for smile or frustration,
her attention to detail,
her eyes speaking
to me and her slight
nod of head to say
she understands.
As Aquila talks
of her husband's
prowess in bed,
I think of Amy
and me and the love
and kisses and not
of Marcus and
his shafting,
but Amy there
in my bed,
she holding and kissing
and there at my side,
her breath on me,
her hands feeling
me in and out.
Aquila lies
on the coach,
her hand supporting
her head,
staring at me
as I talk about Marcus
(habit not love),
what he has achieved
(bored me),
and made my life (tedious).
She laughs like a hyena,
her spittle flies
from her mouth
when I express
something humorous,
detail a joke or reveal
about Marcus's shortfalls.
Amy is close,
waiting near,
her face expressionless,
her eyes searching me,
that slight wink
and I know all is well
with my slave,
my love,
my protecting girl.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
All the time
Aquila was here
my thoughts
were on Amy.
Aquila's talk
left me bored
to tears.
Talk of her husband's deeds,
and the price of slaves,
and who the latest gladiator
to catch her eye.
Amy stood nearby,
eyes on me,
eyes on eyes met,
while Aquila gabbed
to her heart's content.
Now I lie
upon my bed,
and think of Amy,
and if it were night,
how we could bed,
and love,
and she could
bring me to a higher
place in heart
and flesh.
Behind my closed eyes,
I see her,
her beauty none
shall share, my love,
and slave, and ex-gladiator,
whom I saved
(or Marcus
on my behest)
from a certain death,
if time had taken
its course, and some other
had a greater strength,
and skill,
to take down and ****
I dread Marcus's return,
I wish him no harm,
but maybe
a longer campaign
to take him off
to other far off shores.
I lie here alone,
wishing Amy
could lie beside me,
but in daylight
it is too risky
than the night,
when others sleep,
and we can lie,
and kiss,
and make fair love
in hours' turn,
and moon's glow,
and her body and mine
can bring joy
which both shall know.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Annona's friend Aquila
was here,
an endless talker,
gossip brewer,
eyeing me darkly;
she knew I was
Annona's slave girl Amy,
looked at me
as if I were hers
to order and chide.
I stood and looked
at Annona,
took in her beauty,
the hair I brushed
and prepared,
the clothes I chose
and dressed her in.
She looked at me
and smiled,
(Aquila didn't see)
asked me for this
and that
in friendly manner.
Now Aquila has gone,
Annona has gone
to lie down to rest.
I clear away the things,
make tidy things untidy,
wash up items
needing washing.
I think of Annona
and me last night
in her bed,
how we made love,
kissed and held,
touched and whispered
words and promises,
held and kissed,
made love again,
pushed all thoughts
of her husband Marcus's
return from war
on Caesar's behalf,
talked of where to touch,
how and when,
and outside
the moon shone bright,
and far off
voices of others
preparing for bed,
unaware of us
and love,
with no thought
of Marcus
in either head.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Our love is like a constellation. You can see it in the sky. Look at the stars, watch it align. It’s something that is always easy to find. The capability of it transcending time the longer it sticks together it cannot be categorized as an imaginary outline.~
The pattern it takes has the celestial beings engraving it in galactic history. Tougher than Orion’s belt, holding more weight than the Big Dipper, souring higher in the sky than Aquila, and more ferocious than Leo.~
So, take a deep breath, let the cosmos in your soul burn. Let’s sit down on our front porch, extend our hands up towards the sky to draw out our stars that will forever align.~
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Io sono.
Tu sei.
Abolita ogni struttura e ogni narrazione.
Tutto quello in cui credi è solo un racconto che ti é stato appiccicato addosso.
Se fossi venuta dalla luna ti avremmo chiamata alieno, e tu ci avresti creduto.
Ma saresti stata sempre tu.
La verità allora esiste solo nella loro testa.
2) Se un'aquila un giorno decidesse di comportarsi da pollo, questo la renderebbe un pollo?
Quindi, sperimentati come ti pare.
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 6:41 PM UTC
A tiny feather small and soft
makes little impact
when it floats aloft,
ten thousand feathers
make a bird
which sings out loud
and can be heard,
it’s hard to be a single feather
but we are strong
when we fly together
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC
Shoot your gun on 05.40,
then it will says:
"Happy 1/4 of Century"
to you.
Open the book,
& I wrote "Serenity Prayer" to you.
Godspeed, man!
take it as your guidance, as your life shelter.
as God will always be with you.
Big balloons of 25 will be waiting for you in your room,
while your Mom talks to you,
I will inflate it,
pick up your Strawberry Cheesecake &
your gift.
Nothing special really,
I give you customised embroidery art of
"Aquila" Constellation.
& Dylan Blue, as you want me to pick up a perfume for you.
So, Versace it is.
I never really thought,
there would be another project.
But pardon me & my brain, they keep rambling about ideas
& I cannot stop myself from doing all of these things.
This is not just for you.
but also, this one is really for me.
XOXO,
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
if you look
at the
scatter
of stars
in the sky
enough; new
constellations
begin to,
slowly,
materialize.
orion's belt
is suddenly
a man in a
postal hat
buying
croissants
at a bakery;
aquila is
string-lights
on a balcony.
the morning
sun pours in
as you sit,
quietly, at
the table —
warm
matzah,
too fragile
for butter;
words in
your brain
— a tiny
car on the
windiest day.
if you look
at decades-
old photographs
enough; they
start to
morph into
monsters
bigger than
the whole
of you. if
you look at
the monsters
enough; you
are left
with love.
the driveway
is covered
in snow; the
man is wearing
flip-flops at
the park;
the lilacs
are beginning
to grow; the
sunlight in
the afternoon
is turning
the grass
ochre-brown.
you're at
the table;
flatbread
and
depression.
i take you,
by the hand,
to the
smallest
corner of
this house.
stop. look.
if you lay
here,
with me,
and look
at the ceiling
enough; the
paint starts
to become a
night sky,
and there are
constellations.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes.
I want you to hurt me.
Like blood fingers writing
a name in sky-of
a towering fault.The sin
0f unabandoning a hymn.
The breach will swallow
the lamb.I would not know
of the Aquila, how
big were its wings.
Burn me in your eyes.
O goddess, why you always
look like a fireball?
O liberty, what was the color
of your torn gown? The aconites and anemones
have beautiful buttercups.
How would you drink the lethal dose?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC