Short Achilles Poems
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Literary Achilles
writer of the sword
Legions cry
chariots fly
—blood in every word
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
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
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
Stanley's Mom made the blandest pot of soup
When you ate a bowl, your eyelids would droop
Mom added hot chili
'Twas Stanley's achilles
He took one bite and let out a war whoop
I strolled my garden on a day so fair,
and lo, a sad spider was sitting there.
I found that I could commiserate
with the little guy whose legs were eight.
Imagine, my friend, how it feels
to have so many Achilles heels.
To lament the lion hearted
to cowering in trembled skin
befits the bottom dwelling things
the silt under wool of society's rug
While bravery is steel in stance
and oils the jaws of recovery
the bite of poison from burnt mouths
will hit the heel every time.
PHFFFT! *
The sound of peace
A sweet release
To La La lands
Where soothing hands
Calm the weary
Boost the dreary
Drown my sorrow
Until tomorrow
When once again
I'll wake and then
PHFFFT!
*This represents the sound of a beer bottle being opened
Run as fast as you possibly can, my darling.
Because the hounds are hot on your track.
Snapping and growling may be heard.
Take both hands and grasp your Achilles.
Anubis was on duty of storing the vital items.
Written: August 6, 2021
I am not achilles
I am not at my ease
so mercy baby please
for I am not achilles
up I see the skies
down I see the ground
I am stuck in between
kind of could have been
I am not made for wars
my blood follows no stream
in misery I swim
seems my story has no theme
She masquerades by candle light
hope unparaded
triumphs
Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight
waiting for the stone gargoyles
by the wayside
by someones achilles heel
you are the slayer
akin to something sinister
you walk to the tower
where you can see enlarge
your designs
by the misty morning
YOU ARE
the epitome of
intrigue. An
addiction for my
needs. A puzzle
of perplexing
shades. Unique
enticingly brief.
I love you. Hate
that you
frustrate me. Find
my Achilles. Both
my nemesis my
disease.
Still…
you ease
the fatigue
of
mortality
© Kim van Breda—28 June 2015
Adonis in obsidian
Midnight Heracles
My Orpheus, though out of key,
You sing the dark right out of me
Achilles himself had a weakness;
Yours is within your chest:
The golden heart that’s beating
Within an ebony breast
Olympians play chess with their mortals
Hades takes the rest
Still, Iron Apollo,
You rise and set in the West.
Corporate wealth sought
by Labour czar conquistadors
scourge wealth
the have-nots will prevail
30,000 measly votes for a standing Labour MP
the enthusiasm for them is underwhelming
without PR we are shorn of democracy
sleepwalked into a Labour majority
Apathy is their achilles heel
belief flounders
when Reform were second
in 100 seats
In endless steps, I chased the line,
This path I tread, my halt in time.
Each stride I take, a half to go,
A journey bound by fractions solved.
Infinity in finite bounds,
Where motion stalls and thought grew large.
Achilles sprints, the tortoise leads,
My race defined by endless time.
Forever near, forever far,
Where reason left me, here I fall.
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.
man’s Achilles’ heel
is not shown when he is mad
it’s when he’s in love
;)
Nov. 23, 2012
Note: This is Man's Nature this time not nature of nature.
I suppose to say, madly in love, lol.
Third Place
Contest: Haiku 101 For Newbies to Haiku and / or Poetry Soup Contest
Judged: 11/23/2012
Sponsor: Poet Charles Henderson
Nature looks weary abut the boom gate
Like a faithful prostitute dun for her pay
With hand on cheek, the other wave way
By ageless sky con beloving gaze
And Sam to Delilah, a giant betrayed
In boneless bliss, made Achilles to heel
What fate the peep to me had brought?
When time..., yet permits me to decide
To crisscross between heaven and earth.
©Yusuf, A.O.?
M and M's candy, my Achilles heel
By far the best treat in the land
The way they taste, so addicting
And look, they don't melt in my hand!
They aren't in my hand long enough
My pie hole keeps sucking them in!
It can bring a tear to my eye
Thinking about no M and M's
In conclusion, I'll terminate
The accolades that I shower
By raising one, up to the sky
Here's to that M and M power!
Do you have an Achilles heel?
Mine is a blueberry muffin.
Always makes my taste buds squeal,
When it comes fresh from the oven.
Served up warm with a cup of tea,
A reason to get out of bed.
No coffee or eggs, not for me,
Now ready for the day ahead.
Often I cheat, have one more please,
And feel I’m as big as a whale.
My sweet tooth once more to appease,
‘Till I get on the bathroom scale!
The sun sets along with my heart,
On that fiery horizon of earth,
Bright like the fire in my hearth.
The fire led to the imminent birth
Of my rage that burned along
With your corpse, with prolonged
Desire to rip out his heart, The one
Who maimed you unrecognisable.
And if I die to avenge
My cherished downfall, Let
My ashes be mixed with his
And buried below a tomb of black.
Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end I forgot to bend
at the knees and not the waist
I heard poor old Samson
Singing songs for Delilah
One fruitful afternoon
In a room after gala
Her charming beauty
Made him loudly squeal
Telling secrets so loudly
Like his "Achilles heel"
Poor old Samson
He was played like a stone
Like an old flute, he spoke
His whole silence was broke
For his body was mighty
For he's blessed by the almighty
But his spirit was weak
And he's played like a freak
Spring sweet daughter dances around,
Like an experienced gypsy connected with nature.
She spins, twirls, leaps, and falls,
But mostly enjoying herself like a wild child.
A word of warning to those to close,
Falling for her will become your Achilles heel.
She’s a wildfire that consumes,
If you stay too long you’ll get burned too.
But oh, how pretty isn’t she,
Like a belladonna, she brings a swift death.
Listen to poem:
The days fade into weeks and years
your memory still brings me to tears
and in my dreams you still appear
your passing was one of my greatest fears.
They say that time does heal
but my heart is my Achilles heel
the pain i feel I cant conceal
I wish I had a heart of steel.
Alas, it melted when I first I saw your smile
and with your beauty I was beguilled
your looks,your hair,your style
you made my life, worthwhile.
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart;
she wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels abstruse and arcane,
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxford
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
'rigor mortis' to absolute bliss!