Trojan Poems - Poems about Trojan

* The truth is not always beautiful or beautiful words from sugared lips, the truth. The Trojan Horse delivered to the...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgins; nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise, partake of the Muses' mete fruit; for lately the Lethaean flood laves my brother's death-pale foot with its dark waves, where, beyond mortal sight, ghostly Ilium disgorges souls beneath...

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Egos not armies destroy the Crown Arrogance reletting the blood The Emperor naked upon its back Odysseus in — from the wood (Dreamsleep: March, 2024) ...

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PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit. Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it." Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set. Set Ing the diodes of scene. All the same, on demand- quid pro troll for human sacrificing... icing in their assumed, - exhumed names of representation-glands, Idols in strange hands. Decorating blue, filling with...

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Was a fine brunette, her name was Helen She wanted round boobs, size of a melon Schoolfriend Paris agreed Milking Troy, for the deed She got them hand reared, not by a felon...

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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,...

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Trojan War As I sweep the floor I find little pieces of you. Reminding me of you. That you were once here. Living in our house. Being part of my life. Now you're gone. I know where. I sweep the floor. Cleaning up. Ridding my house of your presence. When the last piece of you...

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Gray grow the daffodils in Depression’s field where thorn bushes thrive and the sun shines indifferently, obscured by sadness’ haze. Sex offers no allure in Depression’s bed ...

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Winter comes to steal all the color ...

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Learnt by the pang of fear Oh Trojan horse thou art fair So fearful and hard to near Your presence!A dread even to air Leading to an ancient unknown fence Creating anguish in the ambience Like a mad dog thou locate Your way to doom or heaven's gate Vigour in you aint got an end For strong art thou till the end Of world...

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Black and white, in a line Some are heavy, some are fine Changing, creeping, cunning Smoothly, quickly, running Some are found, some are not Isn't safe- destroy the lot Poem written about a manual DOS scan to find Trojan virus ;) My brain is literally just full of poetry. I mean who the hell writes a poem about a...

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shards of steel splashed from our swords and ripple across the heavens as we fight this Trojan War...

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I'm starting to even wonder why I'm actually there Am I there for a certain purpose I'm caught so unaware I'm feeling like the Trojan Horse, a passage to somewhere else Once there I'm cast aside, ageing and left on the shelf I'm starting to even wonder now that I'm actually here When do you say your goodbyes, and fill...

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So it was that tragedy, which lead me finally, Have another invasion, upon my lands-never, To guard my boundaries, and bolster my army, Let the pain in my heart, with cold fury- wither The petty palisades of wood, are now of stone, Upon ramparts are erected, many cannons strong, Mighty swords sharpened, arrow-heads honed, Wishing anger to sustain me, keep my...

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Could you be the Trojan horse, To bypass the defences of my heart? Let harmless acts of kindness, run a course, Break all barriers, to the tiniest part For once there was, a fancy conqueror, With soldiers and horses, and tall banners, In the stomping ground, there was such tremor, She was fearful and bold, in all manners She battered my strong gates,...

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