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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10

THE GATES of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all
The gods to council in the common hall.
Sublimely seated, he surveys from far
The fields, the camp, the fortune of the war,
And all th’ inferior world. From first to last, 5
The sov’reign senate in degrees are plac’d.
Then thus th’ almighty sire began: “Ye gods,
Natives or denizens of blest abodes,
From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind,
This backward fate from what was first design’d? 10
Why this protracted war, when my commands
Pronounc’d a peace, and gave the Latian lands?
What fear or hope on either part divides
Our heav’ns, and arms our powers on diff’rent sides?
A lawful time of war at length will come, 15
(Nor need your haste anticipate the doom),
When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome,
Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains,
And, like a flood, come pouring on the plains.
Then is your time for faction and debate, 20

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poem by Publius Vergilius Maro
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The Pleas Of A Thief

The pleas of a thief,
Can pull the strings...
Of one with a forgiving heart.

And the sighs of a dysfunctional childhood,
Drop from regretting eyes...
Buckets of weeping tears.

But the pleas of a thief,
Caught disceiving in action...
Had every intention to remain a crook.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beginning My Studies

BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness--these forms--the power of motion,
The least insect or animal--the senses--eyesight--love;
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish'd to go, any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs.

poem by Walt Whitman
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A Simile

Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
Thy head into a tin-man's shop?
There, Thomas, didst thou never see
('Tis but by way of simile)
A squirrel spend his little rage
In jumping round a rolling cage?
The cage, as either side turn'd up,
Striking a ring of bells a-top?--

Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes,
The foolish creature thinks he climbs:
But here or there, turn wood or wire,
He never gets two inches higher.

So fares it with those merry blades,
That frisk it under Pindus' shades.
In noble songs, and lofty odes,
They tread on stars, and talk with gods;
Still dancing in an airy round,
Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound;

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poem by Matthew Prior
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Third Party Views

You may see it now on your visit.
With a wish to claim it for yourself to get.
But you chose to get away to run.
Making no investment,
In overcoming struggles done.

And in the midst of my loneliness,
You were among the missing.
Dismissing my needs.
And ignoring my pleas.

And you gave no time of any kind
To find if love could be blind.
I found,
In time...
Love found is blind.
Leaving you and your views,
Behind.

No time for third party views,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Seek To Hear God Guide

Your enemy aint here in me.
I refuse to breathe that life you see.
Or stay prolonged on bended knees.

I seek,
To hear God guide.

When I listen I believe.
I'm to follow not to lead.
And rise above those petty pleas...
Of who says what just to compete.
God's guidance is what I seek.

I seek,
To hear God guide.
I seek,
To hear God guide.
I seek,
To hear God guide.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real Peace

Groups of men try to broker peace, in that land of troubled seas,
Seas of people from every side; men that have no peace inside.
Religious men upon their knees, are not moved by human pleas,
Men’s pleas to stop the violence, wrapped in a false benevolence.
As terror reigns in their hearts, men end each day the way it starts.

Men’s terror reigns on every side, while the Truth of God is denied,
Much of men’s religious ignorance, continues fueling the violence,
People that have no respect for life, fill the land with war and strife.
Real peace will never play a part, with violence deep in their heart,
What these men do not understand, is who exactly owns the land.

They want the people of Abraham, to be removed from God’s land.
The men who possess the land, don’t even know The Son of Man,
Who came to show the Love of God, on the very ground they trod.
God had sent all men His Salvation, through the tiny Jewish nation.
That my friend was Jesus Christ, who offered up to all men His life.

Christ is coming back, Lord of all, and to redeem His nation Israel.
A peace is coming from The Lord, and by none shall it be ignored,

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poem by Bob Gotti
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Remember Needs

Remember needs.
Focus not on familiar pleas of stress.
The ones identified as if invited guests.
Wish them away in mental protest.
Do not prioritize them as accepted.
They come to make their stay effective.

Remember your needs.
Place them on the top of your list,
As promises kept.
Reject those paces with routines met.
Reschedule all disappointments!
And have no regrets.

Don't be like the busiest of bees.
Taking opportunities,
To be stung and return stings!
Remove yourself from this living hell you dwell.
In spun hives you live to seek.
Feeling unrelaxed.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Betray And Lament

At THIS hour of the day.
And with time allowed,
Over the years to slip away.
Someone sits not to forget or forgive,
Those who intentionally took steps to offend,
With a doing of it they went ahead to inflict.

And at THIS hour of the day,
It would not matter who said what to have what's been done...
Wished away,
To acknowledge what took place.
Since what took place can not be erased,
From the mind of the one this misdeed continues to sit...
Long after it was considered someone's fun!

And at THIS hour of the day...
Wishing for a way to turn back the clock,
To prevent what should not have happened...
To have it stopped and blocked from a doing,
Is not on the mind of the one who is visited with memories...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To My Lord Colrane

In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR.

Long my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay,
Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way,
Her Fill of Rest resolving to enjoy,
Or fancying little worthy her employ.
When Noble Cleanors obliging Strains
Her, the neglected Lyre to tune, constrains.
Confus'd at first, she rais'd her drowsie Head,
Ponder'd a while, then pleas'd, forsook her Bed.
Survey'd each Line with Fancy richly fraught,
Re-read, and then revolv'd them in her Thought.

And can it be? she said, and can it be?
That 'mong the Great Ones I a Poet see?
The Great Ones? who their Ill-spent time devide,
'Twixt dang'rous Politicks, and formal Pride,
Destructive Vice, expensive Vanity,
In worse Ways yet, if Worse there any be:
Leave to Inferiours the despised Arts,

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poem by Anne Killigrew
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