Best Achilles Poems
In ancient times as told in rhymes
there was a hero Greek
Whose mother said, “Before you’re dead
you should go out and seek
The glorious fame that goes with your name,
my dearest son Achilles.”
So Achilles set out upon that route
and gave up his life of ease.
And he came to a place that held a race
to determine the fleetest and bravest.
And he beat them all, the short and the tall,
and was proclaimed of Greeks the greatest.
But when he was done there came a one
who asked him a simple question:
“You’ve beat all the Greeks, I did hear them speak,
but, do I dare to mention,
Your fame and your name are likely to wane
until you outrace a tortoise.”
Though this contestant-to-be (for a tortoise was he)
appeared in complete rigor mortis,
Our hero Achilles, with grace and with ease,
took up this one last challenge.
For he thought to outpace this reptile base
was a thing he could quite easily manage.
“But before we go, since I am slow,
I really should have a headstart.”
And Achilles agreed, for despite his great speed,
he really was not very street smart.
And the upshot was he lost it because
of an ancient Greek named Zeno.
That philosopher wrote (and here I quote):
“No matter how fast and no matter how slow,
It follows from logic,” (‘though this sounds idiotic,
if I'm allowed to be blunt!),
“That the race will always be won by that mother’s son
who started out in front.”
“Though this may make one giddy, it’s quite simple really
and clear to any observer:
If one runs without pause to where the other just was,
that one has now moved on further.
Since this scenario’s repeated till the race is completed,
the conclusion is thus inescapable:
Whoever's behind will never catch up, at least not enough,
and their victory was never attainable.”
this boy -
he is mythology
he is the pomegranate sitting in persephone's
palm -
(looks can be deceiving)
this boy -
he is a mirror
can show medusa what heaven really is -
how pain really feels
but medusa never looks
this boy in the sun -
he is the smoking gun
in the death of icarus;
he is the crime scene in the middle of the ocean
this boy -
this boy is murder
he is cain holding a blade to abel's throat,
holding a mirror up to medusa,
force-feeding a pomegranate to persephone
this boy cuts the snakes off medusa's head
and makes snake-skin boots;
plucks the melted feathers from icarus'
cold hands and makes a throw pillow
this boy is murder when he wants to be;
this boy is murder when he needs to be
We are gifted life
for later to be taken
so why emotion
that used to manipulate,
strength built on the fear of it.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Saw chiro ‘bout a kink in the neck,
saw the x-ray and said, “WHAT THE HECK?!?”
Pinched nerve to my elbow,
doc was a nice fellow,
but he WOULDN'T take my credit or check!
I run to the ATM for cash,
my left buttocks I notice a rash-
Spread to my Achilles,
just like uncle Billy’s!
SO IRRITATED, got in a crash!
Ambulance took me to ICU,
sphincter upset I started to spew-
My intestines ALL ripped!
All body parts unzipped....
“Sir, your Uncle Billy's here for you."
Dazed I heard a darn hillbilly speak,
rambling on 'bout the rash on his CHEEK!
Then the chiro walked in,
dared to show a big grin :)
A KICK in the nuts, he would'a squeaked!!!
Body parts used: 1. Neck 2. Elbow 3. Buttocks
4. Achilles 5. Sphincter 6. Intestines
A Body Of Work Contest
Sponsor : Viv Wigley
Date written: September 9, 2016
NEUER THE ACHILLES
Horse power?
Let the horses keep their power
Neuer power is now the toast of all
The day all cats chose their king
It was Tiger that first wore the crown
But Lion roared, bore his fangs
And bristled up his mane like Tsunami
In a jiffy he dethroned the Tiger
Then came the king of catch-
Whose ribs are breastplates
Whose hands are magnetic tongs-
Neuer the Achilles:it was him
That shamed the lion and won the crown.
Neuer the omniform
Massive rock at duty post ;
Egal where comes the bullet:
Left, right, corner or centre;
It comes from corner,
He coils on it like a python;
It comes from centre,
He broods ball like mother-hen;
When the gunners come closer
He unfolds himself like an Ostrich taking a flight
And exclusively ward them off
Like a mother-dog chasing intruders
Away from its puppies.
Daredevil the goalkeeper
Keel that keeps the ship afloat:
It dares the oceans and shuts them out
Says cargo hold is for smile and not for tear;
In the air he is a parachute
On the ground he is yak or cyclone
Open or close the net snores
The posts say, ‘it is holiday today’
The ball says, ‘ I am on safe hands today’
Only the gunners keep gnashing their teeth
The pains of stillbirths wet their eyes
Who shall take me to Deutschland ?
Who shall take me to Bayern- Muchen?
Let him that will take me to Neuer come now
I can’t wait to meet the Archilles.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
Jan. 2014
A quest for power is a quest of faith.
The mythology states rank is gave.
An empty mind lacks the ability to form hate.
Insofar, what is the maxima that sake?
The drink of the Greek and Roman gods, nectar
Cause a religious uproar, wretchedness
A Trojan prince and warrior killed by Achilles, Hector
The impression made, etchings
Just paint a tale of two countries.
In mentality, one devises a plan.
War fulfills with strategy and plumbs.
An army cannot campaign with only one man.
So greatness, erected
A Trojan champion, slain
Hector falls, dejected
Mythological stated to be, intimidated
Strategy in war is to dishearten.
To achieve disparage, he was killed.
The Trojan War illustriously removes rank and smarts.
Hector was Trojan prince and the greatest warrior ever lived.
Greek is the mythology.
The Trojans are in battle.
In the Trojan War, Achilles took Hector life and his part.
The significant maxim is righteousness was earned.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 07, 2014!
"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
"No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
"Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
and then I get lost in my effleurage...
I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
at times my poor back is a hurting...
I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
practicing, naturally...
There's no any Achilles' heels
that Hippocrates always heals.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Sometimes I dream about
that I could throw myself away
to a warm island with birds
and use my heel for this project
on my heel
you can find
the most powerful string
on my body
In the fantasizing brains of all Nigerian Fulanis,
Including their kindergarten still urinating on nannies;
All the entries and exits within country’s Aso Rock
To keep obeying their adjustable, Fulani clock!
Presently, the unstoppable aspiration of the Purest Hausa teens
Recklessly announcing the same to their napkins:
The Achilles Heel of the Brazilian Football Team,
Easily her ruinous tears commanding,
When she should a loser’s smile beam,
This, thorough Good Breeding demanding.
By the United States beautifully masked,
In her playing of Uncle Tom, enormously tasked;
Her millions of Dollars readily releasing
A loved President, the next election, losing!
To nearly every deprived tribe
Something to fight with the fattest bribe
Or surrender with a loaded gun
Making sure it doesn’t away run!
I’ve tried to The Mentality justify,
Baring a Bible verse that does it fortify…
Or so to me it had seemed
Or, probably, I has deemed…
‘The Elder shall serve The younger’…
And God must’ve, the service years, made longer!
In my armor instead he wore
Now lays dead, my friend of honor
Petroclus, Oh! The grief I bear
Cannot be wiped away like tears.
Long will I suffer his demise;
Lost forever, our mortal ties.
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My lifelong friend lies before me
His emaciated body
Dressed in his “Best Mans” tuxedo
He wore so many years ago
as my best man in our wedding
bearing our golden wedding rings.
Oh! This human weakness: sorrow
What claim you, all my tomorrows?
Awards night, my corporate boss thought this up,
with dinner, cash and chairman's gilded cup
So as awardee, they shacked me up in a Hongkong
five-star where I truly felt like some superstar
After a warm bath, I checked my naked self
in the mirror for any overlooked error
Puffed my chest up, flattended that beer belly,
flexed my biceps, convinced I was Bruce Lee
Truly I thought it should have been me, not that
bloke Pitt as Achilles in Troy, the movie
For there stood I, majestically, a proud demigod
of mythology, preening in self-love's apogee.
A thump on the door smashed my reverie, with
a towel round my waist, I peeped out to see
Finding no one, I stepped out to catch
the prankster, but not a soul was there
Then the door slammed behind me, locked me out
in the bright hallway without the card key
From nowhere, young lady guests, elegantly dressed
with tuxedoed escorts, strolled towards me
I panicked and I froze in shame though I was sure
they didn't and wouldn't even know my name
For there stood I, sheepishly, a semi-nude dude
from the sauna, blinking like a startled iguana !
Mighty and strong was he,
Better then the most of thee.
Killer of many a man,
Alas to soon his life turned to sand.
Many morn and weep it is clear to see,
For they know no better warrior will come after thee.
There he lies,
and until the end of time,
He will always lie.
The Great Achilles was the best of the best,
For now he lays completely at rest.
Superman’s Other Achilles’ Heel
By Elton Camp
Truth, justice and the American way
Superman pursued every single day
Bullets bounced right off his chest
Everything that he did was the best
A locomotive was weaker than he
Steel he bent with hands, you see
Able to leap tall buildings at a bound
He was the strongest fellow around
Only time he got into a tight
Was in contact with kryptonite
At least that the way the story’s told
But all forgot that he would grow old
For now his hair has grown thin
He has developed a double chin
X-ray vision won’t work with glasses
His reflexes are now slow as molasses
Firm muscles have turned to jelly
And Kal-El now has a beer belly
No matter how hard he may try
He’s now far too obese to fly
This little story may be hard to believe
An elderly Superman’s hard to conceive
This is about Achilles who is told that he can choose to either be immortal or kill Hector and
avenge the death of his cousin, but then be killed like a mortal.Achilles chooses to avenge
the death of his cousin and sacrifices his immortality for the same.
I am immortal, the Gods tell me,
My immortality is my fate's Gift to me.
Hector, the Prince of Troy, is a hero-
Strong, wise and just,
But he killed my friend
And to honour his friendship,
Avenge, I must.
Its our decisions that make our future,
And our beliefs that make us great.
Fate, the Temptress shall never be my master,
I do not believe in fate.
Our friends... they live in our hearts,
For them I will let my world fall apart.
Life 'is' nothing without those I love...
Let Death be my answer from Gods above.
If I kill Hector, Death will soon find me,
And to return to dust, will my fate be...
But immortal would be our friendship,
Though short , our lives may be.
Life is all about love
And to love and be loved is the only honour I seek.
I stand alone in the darkness
Trapped in an unpredictable world...
I am a legend,
Because I choose to live by my code,
To cherish my moments and memories,
To protect, honour and fight for those whom I love.
I live by my will and my strength,
And by the grace of the Gods above.