Best Troy Poems
Your buildings were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And just like that Priam's Kingdom was no more.
Your damnation was brought on by the lusts of a young man
named Paris,
For a young woman named Helan who was declared the fairest.
This is what brought to your land the Achaeans other wise known as the
Greeks,
Their soldiers,slaves, and their king,
To destory the trojans is what they did seek.
For ten long years there was blood,sweat and so many tears.
With no relief or gains,
Just more deaths and battle pains.
Untill Achilles and his shield,
Killed your bravest son Hector on the field.
The gods themselves were divided,
Ones on each side fighting,
All this for one young couples desire's
And so your buildings they were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And the life of Priam and his kingdom and sons were no more,
destroyed they were,
All for one girl.
(Dedication: For Michael Zachary, my son)
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Sense this knowing: can the blind see?
Homer still sings fond tragedy.
Troy was a thought where siege was laid,
A war well fought as heroes paid.
Love and hate doomed to mortal rage,
Ten years once groomed that fatal stage.
Such fine faces like Archilles,
Hector traces with Odysseus.
Proud Agamemnon did hoard the sands,
Trojans beyond the high walls grand.
King Priam spied Greeks' battle scream,
Aegean waves plied the battle scene.
The rise and fall of heroes there,
The bitter gall of curse and swear.
Both sides pitted to furious fights,
Even witted, no end in sight.
Clever tactics at Troy did sway,
Loss most drastic for each did stay.
So many years the battle raged,
Proud lives and tears on either page.
Weary battles and bloody mess,
Souls now brittle with sure duress.
So many dead in bloodied sand,
The feud most great in defiant stand.
Now crafty thought brought idea grand,
Odysseus's plot to win war's end.
A hollow horse as token gift,
A rousing toss for Troy's uplift.
Greek ships slipped round to hide away,
Vanished fleet found with deceit's play.
This cunning ruse worked with sure craft,
Troy seemed amused with hoarding draft.
Dragged the wood crypt within the walls,
Stupor and script tell of Troy's fall.
In dead of night when sleep wrought themes,
Greeks murdered fight in Trojan dreams.
Homer the blind brought us grand sights,
For here we find our saving light.
Now we can see the fight go on,
Harsh as can be here and beyond.
Wars and battles reveal who's slain,
Man's not gentle who lives harsh gain.
We think and speak to weave fashion,
Give in to streaks of ambition.
The hunter hunts the chase until,
The victim grunts to turn and kill.
Troy and her days remind us still,
Live truce that pays in wise goodwill.
What of Helen who is part myth?
Fond beauty turns a timely drift.
A lovely tale of human gore,
To now assail that love lives more.
Thus all the world remembers well:
Dear heroes swirl just where we dwell!
Leon Enriquez
19 November 2014
Singapore
Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment
Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast
Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that launched a thousand ships
She of perfect face , body and hair
Paris stole this prize on his epic trip
Mighty hosts of epic fame and renown
sailed away to retrieve this treasure
Oaths given to hunt Troy's Paris down
Sacking the great city for good measure
Tens years of battles history so records
Heroes of brave deeds, tales now told
Great warriors , sworn to mighty Lords
Fought in the style of the swords of old
War was long and death was so redundant
Odysseus, devised a very cunning deceit
Pray upon Troy's hopes so very abundant
Victory, the sailing away of Greek fleet
A gift of a horse statue left on shore
Warriors hidden within its outer shell
Planned surprise attack just once more
Sack Troy sending its warriors to hell
Such a success was this devious plan
Troy fell to its most relentless foes
Death harvested wrath upon every man
Brought Odysseus trials the story goes
Odysseus warrior of Troy's epic defeat
Master of the great bow of Eurytus fame
Destroyer of Troy by such cunning deceit
Slayer sailed away, Troy in all in flame
Robert J. Lindley , 08-31-2014
note: Eurytus' grandfather was Apollo, the archer-god,
and was also a famed archer. Eurytus has been noted by
some as the one who taught Heracles the art of archery.
According to Homer, Eurytus became so proud of his
archery skills that he challenged Apollo. The god
killed Eurytus for his presumption, and Eurytus' bow
was passed to Iphitus, who later gave the bow to his
friend Odysseus. It was this bow that Odysseus used to
kill the suitors who had wanted to take his wife,
Penelope.
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
And unto the legal gate of Georgia,
A thousand unjust deaths posted notice
Why should it be the innocent dove?
An amber fang of a Mephistophelian judge was imminent
Tearing all cloak innocence had worn
As holy truth assumed the position of the sun
Prime hatred was masking a noble in the court of law
And only the stainless blood of a lamb would please her rage
To atone the sorrows of a revenge-haunted family? (Truth denies)
O brothers why should it be the innocent Troy Davis?
The tears-laden heart of mine forever shall mourn his demise
His departing lines still anchor in the inner chamber of my soul
"To thee O family of the deceased cop
I may die but I am not your killer
And to thee my ruthless lethal killers
Pray for your souls for thou have soiled thy hands in my blood"
To my brothers who say it is legal
Empty your hates and embrace truth
Some things may be legal but not right
Slavery in its prime was legal
But to human dignity O brothers was it right?
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
For innocent Troy Davis is dead!
Her “face could launch a thousand ships”
It was love at first sight as I watched her strip
Till her camel toe
Began to show
And I realized she didn’t have lips!
8/11/11
Boy From Troy
There once was a boy from Troy
That Unisys would not employ
He said he really didn't care
he'd find work elsewhere
Now he's working for Henkels and McCoy
I’m well rested on this bed of cold cement
With passersby borrowing me their eyes for a blanket
Oblivious to the fact that I now lay victorious
Adding salt to my open wounds
inglorious
I put words into action as my compass
With passion and determination my gate pass
And challenge the barriers that came and stood before
Internalised gatekeepers that I chose to ignore
laugh at my insignificance
feed on my intolerance
But still seek residence inside me like repressive laws
To the battlefields, to epic sword fights
To fears piercing hearts
To lies testing the truth
To honour giving birth
To a purpose, I fight for
Stand for, and am willing to die for
Every weakness a potential target
With the odds against me I must erect
a strong defence
And an even better offense
Irrational and methological
Biblical and methodical
Sacrifices to the Gods and Zeus
Prayers to God and the unborn Jesus
And mast the highest sail
Strategies and plans of attack to foil
To propel my battleship with gale force winds
With canon fire passed sinking minds
An army of ten thousand strong charging against
Whatever manner of creature may metamorphose
From the deepest part of my conscience
Troy was destroyed from within
Superstition, a weak mind to begin
Arrogance
and self glorification a mental disease
The enemy will attack
Prepared, victory I will take
Black night I pray
To smash the walls of Troy
Wrestle Greek Gods --
(Anguish)
We are gasping
at the silence,
the strings
ceased to vibrate
We are lost, we are lost
In the emptiness
we have flashes,
and then your there
within us again
for just a sliver
of time
Your absolute joy
of amazing rhythm
still lives on breathing
new life in memory
(Celebration)
In the thousand sighs of sorrow
that have rippled from our lips,
when the pain has hooked his anchor
and when our hearts just cannot sleep?
Know the stars continue to shine
his joy and love will never cease,
the moon lays down tomorrow
so that we may find loves peace
For in the twinkle of his eyes
his essence of laughter shone,
his intentions never wavered
they shone bright as the sun
As eternity kisses his lips
and the lilies begin to weep,
know he is just there waiting
for us to join him in sleep
Troy James Wood ... 06.06.1970-24.02.2015
Troy fell one night three thousand years ago
When Lord Agamemnon led his Achaeans
In a thousand black ships across the Aegean
To breach its walls and to conquer in the glow
From its flames and its fires, ’midst the dead and the dying,
‘Midst the sounds of the crashing and old women crying.
Thus famed Ilios fell, so many years ago.
Troy fell.
And the Scamander ran red and the warriors died.
Agamemnon killed all the men and enslaved the rest,
And laughed with his generals and his high-born guests
While the dead lay in heaps in the streets broad and wide,
While a bard sang of a war both noble and just,
While the towers with a sigh collapsed into dust,
While mortals asked their gods “Why?” and no god replied.
Troy fell.
And the Achaeans sailed home with their plunder and women.
And Troy was silent and the wind blew across her
And buried her walls until the grass grew over,
Until the site of Troy was forgotten by men,
Until Troy lived on in only legend and mist,
Until the ages passed and then, from the depths of Hisarlik,
The lost walls of Troy saw the sunlight again.
Never stop even when i say i said
when i signed up
and no matter what
never give me my money back
oh boy do i ever miss my lazy boy and couch now
Just how far would one boy go to proove to his social class
grade seven that yes indeed we live
in a dictatorship
and free democracy is the same thing
thus the fad i am
the game i have become
mainstream which cannot be lost
cannot be won
the game of drive troy crazy
Some play as though they need to disagree with everything i do and say
some play as though they have to thwart my every attempt at love
some play as though there is a prize to be won and they win it and im not allowed
to ever win
some play as though they must make sure i fail at everything
oh the drama and how my life is a show
and no one must tell me
say it isnt so
prove to me im not god i say
yellow blue green
orange yellow black
and start again in the fashion idustry pof pink plaids and ducky yellows
sing to me my names of games for i am your ultimate weapon of psychology and
god
going to the mental institute to prove they are brainwashed not crazy
and the jig is truly up
did hitler really lose the war
and has the tricked message been sent
or am i fooling myself?
or should i sit here and cry wolf as the papparazzi in control of the propoganda
threatens the psyxchiatrists
and ths the game of drive troy crazy must go on
andf the boot camp torture nightmare goes on forever
YES YOU FOOLS
i know exactly what i am
and i am proud to have made it this far
to round four
some mess with my head as if they can hear my thoughts
everything bad happens to my friends
and my enemies are all well off
but oh what a wonderfull object to crave i have become as i scream and beg and
plead on the internet for amnesty
that even mensa geniuses cant figure out
for the game of drive Troy crazy is far too much fun!!!!
so now the tables have turned
and youre eventually going to realise who i am
and what wolves are circling around me
and the nonexistant crimescenes i point at
welcome back to level on eof how we can all belong
of drive troy crazy
and prove to him he isnt god
and no there is nothing there in the spelling mistakes written in english jibberish
but perhaps piglattin japanese if you were smart enough to figure that one out
Coy Troy, oh he was a big boy
But he really could annoy
He was always single
With no girl to mingle
Because oh Troy was a big boy
TROY
Fabled proud towers across the Aegean
Sheer walls never breached;
From far-off Hellas rarely seen
Till by the angry Greeks full-reached.
Burnt and humbled, a culture erased.
After ten years the city strong-walled
Was obliterated, washed away, effaced -
And history was appalled.
So also the Atlantis, Cumorah,and Inca delirium
Drowned in the flow of time,
Killed in their flowering, like Illium :
Such cultural perfection sublime.
The tide of history washes and cleans
Leaving no trace of stillborn might-have-beens
Like Helen of Troy;
Your beauty brings joy;
Many will go the extra mile;
So they can win your smile.
Like for Helen of Troy;
Each admirer will use a ploy;
So he can hide his imperfection;
In order to gain your affection.
Like Helen of Troy;
Your love will destroy;
Leaving many disappointed;
Making one anointed.
Like Helen of Troy;
You are the dream of every boy;
But your hand is for a king;
Here I come with your ring.
Like Paris of Troy;
My seduction uses no ploy;
I will come to your isle;
So we walk on the aisle.
some play as if they are tpoo good for me
when they are scum
some play as tho they have to kiss my butt
and every knows the merry go round that goes rtound and round and round
and they criticise
and worship
and i beg to doiffer
as they count how many times i pick my nose and poop and pee
so they can throw it in my face
all in the name of humanity
because in grade school i was suspicious
when ozzy osbourne was eating bats
and madonna was masterbating on stage
and heavy metal acts were commiting suicide on stage
i fifgurted Hitler ran the place
so i had to see for myslef and invented the game and the rulkes to the game to
drive troy crazy
oh if only you could see your faces
back to the neon ballroom
steem will rise
back to the neon ballroom
and then slide away to whats under rug swept there is hardly any time
The game of drive troy crazy
and no one seems to care
reaching out in the absense of darkness
to prove to you
im a real life super hero victom
social experiment
to terrorise youy in your backyard
and tghe police wont do anything
and neither will the feds
so i can turn it all aroundf in the hollywood happy ending
and you can all guess again
until you know who i truly am
Im your terrorist
victom of being terrorised
wont you help me im terrified terrorising you
so they can control you with my fear
because fear is contagious
otherwise wed have genocide
so whats the new object to crave?or who is the new role to purchase?
should we rewind the tapes?
im justa robot and plastic are my brains