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TROJAN HORSE
A decade long battle left them exhausted,
Squeezing mettle, dusky vigour fading,
Tired warriors, planning failing,
Dejected lay the war songs ashore!
Wisest of the mighty Greeks,
Amidst the crisis, Odysseus smiled,
The perplexed troops his voice then heard,
‘Retreat shall we all, to Greece we return!’
‘Thou shall follow,’ as they were taught,
None dared to question the mighty Odysseus,
Faith or fear, the reasons aplenty,
‘Surrender? Shall we not better die?’
The smiles then widened, gleaming eyes,
Infectious as they are better known,
The smiles to grins to laughter turned,
Spreading cheer among the Greeks!
Fewer words, glances spoke,
Turning heads to the thunderous roar,
‘There comes, my friends, the parting gift,
As we, the Greeks, soon shall be home!’
To the Trojans was a messenger sent,
Hoping for ceasefire, peace at both ends,
Full throttle preparations to leave the Trojan land,
Boarding ships, dropping sails!
Behind they left a gift of love,
Friendship cordial, they meant to betray,
The fortress gate when opened wide,
An abrupt halt to the jubilant furore!
From Cornel tree grove a masterpiece carved,
A giant hollow wooden horse,
Touching the skies, to Heaven bound,
Stood there a horse with a Divine touch!
Mindlessly the Trojans held the reins to steer,
Giving the enemy’s gift an easy passage into Troy,
Ignoring the words thus spoken by,
Two wisest priests of the kingdom that lived!
Cassandra, Laocoon warned of consequences dire,
If the Horse was not burnt with effect immediate,
‘Trust not the Horse, O Trojans, whatever it is,
I fear the enemy even bearing gifts!’
Resulting in the execution of both,
For the truth they spoke, their unflinching views,
Success when enveils, enmasks the mind,
Obscured and vague, the humans act!
Nightfall brought in their destiny adverse,
Opening the city gates, Odysseus let the Greeks creep in
Therein burnt the mighty kingdom,
Helpless, defeated, once unconquered Troy thus fell!
The quiet witness stood there stock-still,
The giant hollow wooden Trojan Horse!
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Loud laughed Pandrasus Hear the mice roar
yet stubborn Pandrasus swiftly gave chase
over the high mountain, through the deep forest
so easily he fell to the trap Brutus had laid
on Achelous's banks Brutus did ambush the king
Brutus standing tall looked down at Pandrasus
Pandrasus said Brutus Irony is fates game
Greek oppression rebuilt my nation
in truth you Pandrasus built my wooden horse
Metrophanes , a grandchild of great Priam
by Imbrius's widow, the captive Medesicaste
Crowned Brutus with a Laurel wreath
shouting in Greek, Hail Brutus the new Pandrasus
repeating in the Trojan tongue -hail The new Pendragon
Long may he rule over all of Chaonia
Brutus pulled off the wreath, not even by conquest is this land mine.
Greek soil is too bitter to nurture Trojan Roots
I would wash even my sandals in the sea and return to Troy
No shouted Linus one of the half blooded
I speak now for many men present
full blood, half blood we all bled for you
Our families were Trojans but Troy is no more.
Brutus! we have avenged the Trojan shame
Brutus! our wives, our children are Greek
we are not Argonauts to sail after adventure
we are not Trojans who fled from defeat
we are like the great warrior Ulysses
reluctant to leave home even for war
but stout fighters all and we are the victors
Brutus! we are Trojans only in name.
Assaracus grandson of Helenus crossed to the fore
Linus I led these enslaved sons before your birth
I gave Brutus the sword which cut our bonds
for brave Linus I also feared to use it.
My mother was Trojan My father Greek
I loved both must I choose between them?
Brutus the Trojan, Linus the Greek must I choose?
We are as a new nation, a new people
the old Phoenix dies as the new Phoenix soars
above the flames of its fathers funeral pyre
Aeneas, Ulysses, now Brutus were exiles
let our new people follow the new Pendragon home.
When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy,
when Helen had a vivid vision, and the medium verified her dream...
Greece's victory would have been avenged by Troy's sons!
Whoever thought that these fierce Latins would have harshly dominated
and controlled, for centuries, the old world with iron and might;
subjected peoples of many tongues under one power called, Rome?
Not a fancy of ancient dreamers, who advanced hurling out their screams,
never retreating an a stifled spirit; and as they pushed forward,
more empires were conquered, and all were obliged to obey!
And in the heartland of Latium, on those seven hills Rome governed,
noble senators lecturing and imposing laws on both free men and slaves;
the Roman Forum, with its brilliant minds, required absolute loyalty;
among the most honored emperors, there was one who outshined them all!
Why was Julius Caesar murdered by Brutus? Was it deep dislike or unrestrained
jealousy,
that tempted his cowardly hand, to commit a sanguinary act agreed upon by
others?
Such a great and noble man stabbed by conspirators with daggers, sparing no
mercy;
and he who bravely fought the barbarians of the north, and gave them more lands
to dominate,
died a terrible death so undeserved and undignified, only to have his crown taken
away!
And many Romans mourned on his burial' night...blazes raising up to placate the
guilty fools;
enemies who plotted and yet offered him their false friendship, which led to his
mortal wound;
and without regard, they treated him unfairly and cruelly to vendicate their
shameless hatred!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He's a fine steed, made of a hard, shiny, dark wood,
his stride caught in a pose of elegance and grace.
She gave it to me in October 1985.
It was my first true love affair -
mutual, sincere.
It was grand.
While the sun only made one happy lap during that romance,
that year lives on in the wooden stallion,
whose beauty
is linked to that of my first love.
That year, I learned that love and life are beautiful and good,
that magic exists,
hope exists,
I am lovable,
I can love,
and life is worth living.
I lost the relationship but retained its lessons.
I owe gratitude to her, and to the message inside the keepsake.
If I lost this equine carving, it would be like losing a loved one.
In the 1990s, he snapped his shin.
I don't remember how.
I think I carelessly dropped him, and fixed him, not very well, with superglue.
A couple of times after that, he was fractured,
in the same spot, by my housecleaner.
In the 2000s, I brought him to my dad,
because his friend had offered to fix him correctly,
but that never happened.
In 2023, I asked my brother, with carpentry skills, to mend him,
but he didn't have his tools.
This year, I took him to the woodworking shop in my retirement community,
where some kind and skillful men put a dowel in his leg,
and restored him so you can never see the fracture.
Somehow, it gives me a feeling of well-being
that his limb, properly repaired, will never again be broken,
and that this object will outlive me,
and those who listen closely,
will hear it sing this testament
to youthful love.
Once, God, from heaven above,
granted two youths true love.
Together, then, they stood.
Yet, things that must end and die,
as life goes passing by,
live in a heart of wood.
Amongst the heaven's vast divides in the kingdom,
Of the God's the hills have eyes.
Here mighty Zeus commands with an iron fist,
And lightnings deadly thunder bolts.
Beware humanity the Olympians watch over thee,
In the grand pantheon’s arena known as the blue,
Planet called earth.
Written in sacred text ancient scrolls are legends,
Hero's whom fall and rise with the whims of
Those four twisted sisters called the fates.
Praying in pagan temples to divine deities.
Virgin maidens cry innocence tears on the
Fallens behalf.
Courageous champions performing on,
A grand theatrical stage to appease nobility,
Almighty audience.
Hercules half beings mortal flesh an indestructible
Landside of raw strength a force to be,
Reckoned with no power on earth could,
Over throw his father’s immortal throne.
Achilles tempered steel wrought and lain,
Upon human flesh.
In reverences shadow of a woman’s desist,
Dies at the feet of reverences unmerciful beauty,
Named Helena.
Bloods spear of destiny lies quivering, on
The far distant shores of troy.
As a wooden horse burns beneath heavens,
Moonlit sky.
Greenery's loyal leaf encircles mankind’s,
Spiritual soul to honor lost hero's in the,
Elysian fields of the dead.
Silent echoes whispers linger among eight
Peaks near creet.
In reans ashes and destructions broken temple
Walls life remains at rests domanate state.
At victory's trumpet call shall these guardians,
Rewake to take their place again amongst,
The univeral map of galatic stars,
The oylampians.
But your legacy's remembrances leave,
A magnificent brilliance no dynasty can,
Compare with your shinning example.
We remember thee blinded by thine,
Everlasting beauty.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
When I was three I loved riding my wooden horse, going round and round would keep me on course. I would ride him up and then down, then we would go back around.
When I had children of my own, my wooden horse was loved by daughter Joan. She would ride and ride, with her eyes opened wide.
Now my grandchild loves my wooden horse, I can hear giddy up in her voice. Boy how time has blown by, now I watch my wooden horse and just sigh.
Date Written: 3/18/2020
Honorable Mention STRAND no 750, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 5/12/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
(07/09/11)
Can we write of centuries past of things
That we do not know, and can we recall
Things we read which puts our hearts aglow.
Can we feel Romeos words as he called to Juliet.
And can we feel Juliet s heart as she looked down
From her balcony.
when she felt her heart bursting
Wanting to be free.
Can we see Sampson and Delilah as
She cut off his hair.
Did she do it out of spite
Or did she really care.
Can we see Helen of troy s reaction
When they climbed out of the wooden horse
Did she truly love him, and did she feel remorse.
Can we feel MARY S pain as she had
To give up her begotten son
And did others feel the pain
Or was she the only one.
Can we imagine being nailed to that cross.
And the clothes that the soldiers did not keep
to the ground it would be tossed.
Can we imagine if we did not have
Hope, love, and faith
This is something I care not to contemplate.
Can we live without love-how would we survive
“CAN WE” ??????
Firefly,
if I believe once
that all your beauty
is a charm of the gloom
reigning around you,
what would I do, then?
*
The house that I had once
under a table, was larger,
and warmer, and cosier;
And I could travel,
with that wooden horse,
much faster,
much safer.
*
The brilliance of a big light
is often not so dazzling
as then, in the pitch darkness,
when one’s eyes open.
*
Among all bad times
the worst is mine.
But I do love it
because I know:
We met this single time.
And also I know
that once I’ll miss it, oh, so dearly!
*
It was as easy, for my granny,
to pick wild white roses
as stars among the thorns of night.
However, once
she scratched her hand on Death and, after that,
she left her old bijouterie to me:
A dry bunch of violets put in a book,
and a white collar
knitted by herself.
*
Once I beseeched one saint
to help me in the trouble,
and he did.
I thought: O Lord,
how pitiful I am
if he himself had already
perceived all.
Upon the haunted, magic air
A sound is heard in the dark somewhere;
A creak of wood, as gears are churned,
A carousel begins to turn.
A siren song that calls a child
To find these horses running wild,
Whose painted mouths say: Join our game!
He leaps the one he wants to tame.
The laughing boy holds tight the pole
And hugs the wooden horse of old.
Watching the dark town flashing by
He takes the forbidden midnight ride.
The painted eyes begin to gleam
And shadows flicker close like dreams.
Front hooves rise in a sudden rear
As the boy now clings to flesh and fear.
He turns and looks for one last time
As the leave the carousel behind.
The maddened horse in nightmare flight
Rides the boy into the night.
They leap the earth in an endless rush
And hopes of childhood turn to dust.
The dark night turns to seek the dawn
But against the stars the boy is gone.