Troy Poems

Will the bride of Christ still be here in 2027 according to prophet Troy Black Q and A

Q  When it comes to prophecy what's the accuracy of prophet's Troy Black's
     predictions?  What's the divine source of his predictions?

A  100% and it's the Holy Spirit

Q  Recently did he predict that "the bride could still be here in 2027 because the
     Holy

Cassandra

Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time,
And traced them in your mind before they fell:
A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime,
Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well.
Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be?
To reach beyond the veil the future lays?
To now and all of time at once to see?
To live a life

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4

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

Troy

In the golden haze of a summer's eve,
Atop a hill, we found our reprieve.
Beneath the canvas of a sky ablaze,
We watched the sun end its daily craze.

Over the lake, its waters calm,
Reflecting the sky like a soothing balm.
Colors danced, a vibrant ballet,
As we sat in silence, no words to say.

Nights were ours, a timeless sprawl,
Filled

Donald Trump will reign for eight years, Troy Black

It was the Holy Spirit that recently told internet pod-caster You Tube, internet
prophet Troy Black.  Who's a young  married man with five very young children.
According to him, his prophecies always come true, but he highly recommends
his viewers and his followers--to check things out for themselves.

"The Holy Spirit did not say that he would

The Best Thing For a Little Boy

Why insensibly annoy
The three-year-old boy
With tales about Ancient Troy
That does gaiety destroy,
When you can his vivacity buoy
With some blue-eyed toy
Or a much sweetened soy
That heightens a child’s joy;
Or before him act a decoy
Or some crazy song employ
About a girl unprofitably coy
The Pure Gold, a sweetened soy
Tales about Troy, The Alloy.

Helen of Troy

In the midst of all the chaos, I think of you and wish I had your support and love. 

Changing of the season; the leaves fall, and I wish I were that autumn leaf falling into your arms, or perhaps whisked away in the wind to a secret place where we can reunite and love

Darla and Troy

Troy’s head was unusual. Some might say it was cynocephalous.
But Darla liked dogs.  

He had a bad bark, she had been warned. But she was determined.
Troy is not obedient, or even house-trained, someone warned her. Someone not so nice.

Darla never cared for a compliant, stepford man, or a well-mannered cat.
So she walked into his

Achilles, the Journey To Troy, Part Two

Achilles, The Journey To Troy, 
(Part Two) of (Part One-titled, Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal)

Achilles, The Journey To Troy

Woe! wretched horrors Olympic gods sent that day
mighty king suffered, his treasure stolen away,
power of Troy against very strongest of Grecian might
testing magnificent force of fantastic Spartan fight!

Saving proud Greek honor was the summoning call
an

New Millennium Helen of Troy

A thousand ships your face launches
Pitting my ship against a fleet of others
Snatching my heart, in a morass of mud drugging my haunches
Pouring torrents of my tears and fears in front of my brothers   

Rendering me disconsolate
Wondering why I let you in
Although it ain’t too late
To clean up the savoury scene

In which I

Coy Troy

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 Fell One Night Three Thousand Years Ago

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

Boy From Troy

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

The City of Troy

Troy as a city of darkness
has his underlings
teaching the ways of wickedness
How to treat woman like playthings
His enticement of arena games
Watch me boys
See what I can get away with
We're on the night shift
In my cloak of playfulness
Tickle their feet and watch then giggle
As they dangle from a ladder
Eye them up longingly for the thrill
A medieval

Troy and Trinity

Learning disabled, hopelessly unemployed
Troy can't write the address for his next interview.
Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx.
His girlfriend, Trinity, also unemployed,
with one child by Troy. She's more resourceful
but doesn't realize it. For one month
she worked an evening cashier job until her mother
refused to babysit at night. Wants to go out, live
her life, too.

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