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  117.     

Fall of Troy

Learnt from Chapman's Homer,
A story full of grace and glamour.
Killings of Royals, warriors and multitude
Fall of Troy is
A melodrama of ancient attitude
Sans merci, sans certitude

War that was waged in heavens
Amongst deities of love, wedding and wisdom,
To be crowned one
The fairest of heavenly kingdom.

Poor Paris from Trojan race
Chose to settle that celestial FACE.
Ah! This sin of Prince was un-forgiven,
Brought thousands ships towards Trojan haven.

The wall of Troy
Besieged by savage and sages
For term of ten years ages.
Prince Hector the decent, daredevil
Embraced Achilles` wrath and kissed the peril.

Days and nights, round the clock
Trojans and Achaeans clashed like a giant rocks
Hector, Aeneas, Paris, Agenor and Sarpedon,
Achilles, Odysseus, Ajax, Patroclus and Agamemnon.
For worthless love and fairy
Troy lost her grace and glory
 
gulsher JOHN

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  118.     

A Tomato Juice in Paris

On Thursday I will drink a tomato juice in Paris,
I'll hope for rain.

I want traffic lights reflected across windshields
of double parked citroens.

weather to fit my mood; the half-shut eyes
of a midnight cocktail shaker alone at the bar.
I'll visit Monoprix where you first bought
espadrilles.

Paris was crazy for Le Hot bebop;
girls two-steped with each other in cellar clubs.
I'll try to exorcise ghosts 20-years old;

your packed bags by the door, a drained juice glass
drying in the sink; a taxi sounding its horn.

I had on white shoes, it was that long ago.
 
Bernard Henrie

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  119.     

The Apple of Discord [Fallen Star Project: Chapter 2]

The Trojan War has ended a million years ago
But my mind has a war equal to its magnitude
Paris started that war in search of true love
I started this war in search of an answer for my love

Verses and hymns being sung nymphs and maidens
Calming the centaurs and satyrs and healing them
But no song could heal and calm my restless soul
Because it is hard to find that answer for my love

In this war that started with the Apple of Discord
I hope I find an answer for all of my questions
And with those answers I would find myself smile
I hope to find the answer for my love

Like what happened to Paris
I am torn with choices and rewards
Two goddesses of love and beauty are in front of me
I don’t know if one would give the answer for my love

One is what I wanted since the beginning
A star that shines in the dark sky
The other is what I need
I guess she is the answer for my love

I don’t know what to do, who to choose
But both will give me something I want
I am locked in my own asylum
This one is for who is right and is the answer for my love

-benntot niya
 
Benn Degusman

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  120.     

The Roundabout Starts In Paris

The Roundabout Starts In Paris

It's with humor and ink on soil of the Franks
Too speedy the tickets replaced all by tanks
Sad is the sound of the roundabout song
That played louder this week but not for long

It called dead horses now saddled up strong
Will everyone ticketed please come along
Start to the finish now a season long ride
In places where flashes are part of the tide

Paris was after all maybe not a great choice
And spectators draw nearer the show to rejoice
Momentum increases my G_d how they run
Carry your mask as for winners there's none

It is only wood horses but riding a cause
To take riders to freedom for the applause
Sleepers awake winged ones by the gate
Waiting for whispers rides faster to make

Arno Le Roux 2015
 
Arno Le Roux

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