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things today went well
Despite the fact I thought things might be a slight disaster, things went rather well.. AND..
at the reading there was a professional poet.. you know, the kind that important people call up and get them to write stuff for them and they are published here, there, and this place, and they have thing little poetry books with just their stuff in it with odd titles.. anyhow..
I get a phonecall maybe a half hour after I leave the event.. the person who organized it tracked me down because the the professional poet guy - he wants a copy.. can he please have a copy? he really liked it
at the reading there was a professional poet.. you know, the kind that important people call up and get them to write stuff for them and they are published here, there, and this place, and they have thing little poetry books with just their stuff in it with odd titles.. anyhow..
I get a phonecall maybe a half hour after I leave the event.. the person who organized it tracked me down because the the professional poet guy - he wants a copy.. can he please have a copy? he really liked it
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Despite the fact I thought things might be a slight disaster, things went rather well.. AND..
at the reading there was a professional poet.. you know, the kind that important people call up and get them to write stuff for them and they are published here, there, and this place, and they have thing little poetry books with just their stuff in it with odd titles.. anyhow..
I get a phonecall maybe a half hour after I leave the event.. the person who organized it tracked me down because the the professional poet guy - he wants a copy.. can he please have a copy? he really liked it <insert a bit'o'gushing here> but he doesn't know you well and he's nervous to come see you
he's nervous? bloody hell, *I* was freakin' nervous..
*I* had to follow *HIS* reading..
notice now nicely Zhie's ego has been stroked for the day.. AND..
I even mentioned Glorfindel in my intro.. the muses are very pleased.. I have been promised that much sexing will occur in the next few days between them.. expect some naughty drabblage.. but anyhow..
I wanted to post the poem that I wrote and read (and only slipped up one name!) Don't worry.. you already know the story...
and no, no cut, if you've gone this far, you're going to keep going- Dark, yes, I shall still read it to you, because it's more fun with the dramatics I add-
An apple was the tragic cause
When fair Paris broke the laws
As set upon him by discord
For Eris, she is ever bored.
Behind the walls they could not be harmed
Where Trojans walked the streets unarmed
Their downfall you know, of course
Was no more than a wooden horse
Captain of the bravest men
Achilles led his soldiers in
The Myrmidons were first ashore
And so began the bloody war
Dangers of a thousand ships
Have not ailed Troy’s kingdom since
For encircling them was their great wall
Built to prevent their fated fall
Entrust me to return once more
To our story near Hellespont’s shore
But first you must understand
What brought the battle to this land
Fairest of these immortal three
Athena, Hera, or Aphrodite
Needed to be decided by Paris
But how could he choose which of them was fairest?
Great power was offered by the wife of Zeus
A generous gift and one of great use
To have domination over all the world
But as soon as she spoke another offer unfurled
Hera proposed power, while Athena offered glory
A military career with an epic story
And however tempting these choices were
Paris waited still to hear the third
Imagine the most beautiful woman on earth
For Aphrodite believed it was what the apple was worth
And indeed Paris agreed and to her it was given
Hera cared little, but Athena’s anger was driven
Judging the contest brought Paris back to Troy
The city that had abandoned him as a young boy
For dreams showed he would destroy the city
But when his parents saw him on him they took pity
King Priam welcomed the long lost prince
Then off to Sparta sailed Paris since
His prize would be there, Aphrodite said,
But the most beautiful woman was already wed
Lovelier than any other lady in the land
The daughter of Leda you must understand
Fell in love with Paris in an unbelievable way
No doubt Aphrodite had some part to play
Menelaus returned from Crete to find
His lovely wife Helen had left Sparta behind
And abandoned their daughter Hermione
To sail with the Trojan across the sea
Now back to the seaport invaded by Greeks
With only one thing here that Menelaus seeks
For if he is given back his gorgeous wife
He will sail back to Sparta with no further strife
Opposed to this idea, Paris refuses
And a different course of action he chooses
By agreeing to fight Menelaus one-on-one
Sparta’s King versus Troy’s forgotten son
Poorly did Prince Paris fight
And it seemed for Menelaus things were going right
But before the final stroke, Paris stumbled and ran
And so a brutal nine-year battle began
Quite unexpectedly Chryses, a Trojan priest
Paid a ransom to have his captured daughter released
So Menelaus let her go and took Briseis instead
Who was formerly warming young Achilles’ bed
Refusing now to fight in the war
Achilles was disgraced and rather sore
For not only did Menelaus take away his prize
But he also helped when Iphigenia had been sacrificed
So when suddenly it seemed that Achilles appeared
Something about him looked slightly weird
Though no one questioned it when he attacked
And drove the Trojan soldiers back
Then the warrior came to the Trojan wall
And Hektor struck and caused his fall
But as the armor was moved aside
They found it was Patroclus who turned the tide
Unfortunate as his lover’s demise was
It finally gave Achilles a cause
To return once more to the Trojan gate
And set into motion his own fate
Very skilled at battle was Hektor
The virtuous prince who served as protector
But against Achilles he stood no chance
Especially considering the circumstance
Wondrous horses pulled Achilles’ cart
Two golden beasts both brave and smart
Who carried the warrior through every battle
Whether on chariot or upon saddle
Xanthus was Achilles steed
And he was a special talking breed
Who warned his master of the doom to come
Until the Furies struck him dumb
Yonder now, you may see Achilles ride
In a rage that has the Trojans terrified
As he ties Hektor’s body behind his chariot with rope
Then drags it around and dashes their hope
Zeus was not amused by Achilles’ reaction
And watched from Olympus with dissatisfaction
While Priam begged for the body of the deceased
Until finally Achilles relented and Hektor was released
Years of fighting continued, some came to Troy’s aid
And many died by the sword as it was the price paid
For the glory of war, even women were fighting
Like the great Amazons, fearless and mighty
Xanthic and tall, Penthesilea was queen
But she was cut down when Achilles arrived on the scene
And when her helmet tumbled off he fell in love
(Achilles seems to have terrible luck with this stuff)
Wistful Paris aimed his bow
And when he let his arrow go
Amazingly it hit its mark
And for Achilles, the world went dark
Virtually all of the Greeks were downhearted
And a splendid funeral given to the departed
Helped ease their sorrow and their pains
Before the ashes of Achilles joined Patroclus’ remains
Until that point Achilles had been the best
And a prize was offered to he who would be next
But although most agreed Ajax was this man
Somehow Odysseus cunningly foiled his plan
This decision kept Ajax from his due reward
So in a blind rage the warrior lifted his sword
And believed he then slaughtered the captains of Greece
But when he opened his eyes, there were only dead sheep
Shamefully Ajax walked away from the crowd
For their laughter hurt the warrior once proud
So he found a secluded cave for his suicide
On the shore, not the first Greek to die due to pride
Ridiculous conditions still had to be met
With neither side showing signs of winning yet
Neoptolemus was needed, this was Achilles son
And from the heavens would need to fall the Palladium
Quiver when you hear the last item I say:
Heroic Heracles’ bow must come into play
And perhaps you have forgotten one loose thread:
Troublemaking Paris still isn’t dead
Philoctetes shot with the bow of Heracles
And the arrow, they say, brought Paris to his knees
And though we seem closer now to an ending
You will find that Troy is still standing
Odysseus the wise devised a plan
The way to defeat every last Trojan
For the Greeks left on the beach an enormous thing
A carved wooden horse as a divine offering
Never trust the Greeks bearing gifts
Was a phrase that did not yet exist
So into the city the Trojan’s brought their prize
Unknowing of what was hidden inside
Menelaus’ wife seemed to know something was wrong
Despite the clever words of the Greek soldier Sinon
Who was left with the horse to tell a tale
That it was a gift to the gods before the Greek army set sail
Laocoon knew it a trick and he tried to warn
But the priest had long ago earned Poseidon’s scorn
For out of the sea rose a serpenty beast
Which coiled around him and strangled the priest
King Priam also had a famous daughter
Who foretold of the coming slaughter
And though Cassandra told the truth
No one believed the prophetic youth
Joyful parties were held that night
And the Trojans drank and danced with delight
But just as things began to quiet down
There came from the courtyard a chaotic sound
Into the city came their enemy
Whom they thought had left already
But inside the horse hid fifty Greek men
And so the sack and slaughter of Troy began
Hecuba the queen was caught and enslaved
And when Priam was found he could not be saved
Dragged up the steps by his hair to the altar of Zeus
And was there disemboweled by Neoptolemus
Generally children and women are taken alive
But Hektor’s infant son did not survive
He was thrown to his death into a pit
While Priam’s daughter Polyxena had her throat slit
Forward still came the army from Greece
With no intentions to speak of peace
And when Menelaus found that Helen had again remarried
He made sure her latest husband had to be buried
Enraged, Menelaus prepared to kill his wife
But she bared herself to him and pleaded for her life
And with Menelaus under her spell
They returned to Sparta after Troy fell
Destiny left Odysseus drifting twenty years, you see
He was plagued with many tragedies that led to an odyssey
While Hecuba suffered madness as her fate
And Neoptolemus became related to Alexander the Great
Cornered in Athena’s temple Cassandra was raped
Then Agamemnon enslaved her while others escaped
And Menelaus’ brother took her back to his kingdom
But when they arrived, wife Clytemnestra killed them
Bad as it seems that Troy was sacked
Some good came from being attacked
For some of the Trojans made it out alive
And one of great importance managed to survive
Aeneus grabbed his son’s hand with his father upon his shoulder
Then escaped and turned ‘round once to see their homeland smolder
But he helped found a city both old and grand
Today my friends, Rome still stands
at the reading there was a professional poet.. you know, the kind that important people call up and get them to write stuff for them and they are published here, there, and this place, and they have thing little poetry books with just their stuff in it with odd titles.. anyhow..
I get a phonecall maybe a half hour after I leave the event.. the person who organized it tracked me down because the the professional poet guy - he wants a copy.. can he please have a copy? he really liked it <insert a bit'o'gushing here> but he doesn't know you well and he's nervous to come see you
he's nervous? bloody hell, *I* was freakin' nervous..
*I* had to follow *HIS* reading..
notice now nicely Zhie's ego has been stroked for the day.. AND..
I even mentioned Glorfindel in my intro.. the muses are very pleased.. I have been promised that much sexing will occur in the next few days between them.. expect some naughty drabblage.. but anyhow..
I wanted to post the poem that I wrote and read (and only slipped up one name!) Don't worry.. you already know the story...
and no, no cut, if you've gone this far, you're going to keep going- Dark, yes, I shall still read it to you, because it's more fun with the dramatics I add-
An apple was the tragic cause
When fair Paris broke the laws
As set upon him by discord
For Eris, she is ever bored.
Behind the walls they could not be harmed
Where Trojans walked the streets unarmed
Their downfall you know, of course
Was no more than a wooden horse
Captain of the bravest men
Achilles led his soldiers in
The Myrmidons were first ashore
And so began the bloody war
Dangers of a thousand ships
Have not ailed Troy’s kingdom since
For encircling them was their great wall
Built to prevent their fated fall
Entrust me to return once more
To our story near Hellespont’s shore
But first you must understand
What brought the battle to this land
Fairest of these immortal three
Athena, Hera, or Aphrodite
Needed to be decided by Paris
But how could he choose which of them was fairest?
Great power was offered by the wife of Zeus
A generous gift and one of great use
To have domination over all the world
But as soon as she spoke another offer unfurled
Hera proposed power, while Athena offered glory
A military career with an epic story
And however tempting these choices were
Paris waited still to hear the third
Imagine the most beautiful woman on earth
For Aphrodite believed it was what the apple was worth
And indeed Paris agreed and to her it was given
Hera cared little, but Athena’s anger was driven
Judging the contest brought Paris back to Troy
The city that had abandoned him as a young boy
For dreams showed he would destroy the city
But when his parents saw him on him they took pity
King Priam welcomed the long lost prince
Then off to Sparta sailed Paris since
His prize would be there, Aphrodite said,
But the most beautiful woman was already wed
Lovelier than any other lady in the land
The daughter of Leda you must understand
Fell in love with Paris in an unbelievable way
No doubt Aphrodite had some part to play
Menelaus returned from Crete to find
His lovely wife Helen had left Sparta behind
And abandoned their daughter Hermione
To sail with the Trojan across the sea
Now back to the seaport invaded by Greeks
With only one thing here that Menelaus seeks
For if he is given back his gorgeous wife
He will sail back to Sparta with no further strife
Opposed to this idea, Paris refuses
And a different course of action he chooses
By agreeing to fight Menelaus one-on-one
Sparta’s King versus Troy’s forgotten son
Poorly did Prince Paris fight
And it seemed for Menelaus things were going right
But before the final stroke, Paris stumbled and ran
And so a brutal nine-year battle began
Quite unexpectedly Chryses, a Trojan priest
Paid a ransom to have his captured daughter released
So Menelaus let her go and took Briseis instead
Who was formerly warming young Achilles’ bed
Refusing now to fight in the war
Achilles was disgraced and rather sore
For not only did Menelaus take away his prize
But he also helped when Iphigenia had been sacrificed
So when suddenly it seemed that Achilles appeared
Something about him looked slightly weird
Though no one questioned it when he attacked
And drove the Trojan soldiers back
Then the warrior came to the Trojan wall
And Hektor struck and caused his fall
But as the armor was moved aside
They found it was Patroclus who turned the tide
Unfortunate as his lover’s demise was
It finally gave Achilles a cause
To return once more to the Trojan gate
And set into motion his own fate
Very skilled at battle was Hektor
The virtuous prince who served as protector
But against Achilles he stood no chance
Especially considering the circumstance
Wondrous horses pulled Achilles’ cart
Two golden beasts both brave and smart
Who carried the warrior through every battle
Whether on chariot or upon saddle
Xanthus was Achilles steed
And he was a special talking breed
Who warned his master of the doom to come
Until the Furies struck him dumb
Yonder now, you may see Achilles ride
In a rage that has the Trojans terrified
As he ties Hektor’s body behind his chariot with rope
Then drags it around and dashes their hope
Zeus was not amused by Achilles’ reaction
And watched from Olympus with dissatisfaction
While Priam begged for the body of the deceased
Until finally Achilles relented and Hektor was released
Years of fighting continued, some came to Troy’s aid
And many died by the sword as it was the price paid
For the glory of war, even women were fighting
Like the great Amazons, fearless and mighty
Xanthic and tall, Penthesilea was queen
But she was cut down when Achilles arrived on the scene
And when her helmet tumbled off he fell in love
(Achilles seems to have terrible luck with this stuff)
Wistful Paris aimed his bow
And when he let his arrow go
Amazingly it hit its mark
And for Achilles, the world went dark
Virtually all of the Greeks were downhearted
And a splendid funeral given to the departed
Helped ease their sorrow and their pains
Before the ashes of Achilles joined Patroclus’ remains
Until that point Achilles had been the best
And a prize was offered to he who would be next
But although most agreed Ajax was this man
Somehow Odysseus cunningly foiled his plan
This decision kept Ajax from his due reward
So in a blind rage the warrior lifted his sword
And believed he then slaughtered the captains of Greece
But when he opened his eyes, there were only dead sheep
Shamefully Ajax walked away from the crowd
For their laughter hurt the warrior once proud
So he found a secluded cave for his suicide
On the shore, not the first Greek to die due to pride
Ridiculous conditions still had to be met
With neither side showing signs of winning yet
Neoptolemus was needed, this was Achilles son
And from the heavens would need to fall the Palladium
Quiver when you hear the last item I say:
Heroic Heracles’ bow must come into play
And perhaps you have forgotten one loose thread:
Troublemaking Paris still isn’t dead
Philoctetes shot with the bow of Heracles
And the arrow, they say, brought Paris to his knees
And though we seem closer now to an ending
You will find that Troy is still standing
Odysseus the wise devised a plan
The way to defeat every last Trojan
For the Greeks left on the beach an enormous thing
A carved wooden horse as a divine offering
Never trust the Greeks bearing gifts
Was a phrase that did not yet exist
So into the city the Trojan’s brought their prize
Unknowing of what was hidden inside
Menelaus’ wife seemed to know something was wrong
Despite the clever words of the Greek soldier Sinon
Who was left with the horse to tell a tale
That it was a gift to the gods before the Greek army set sail
Laocoon knew it a trick and he tried to warn
But the priest had long ago earned Poseidon’s scorn
For out of the sea rose a serpenty beast
Which coiled around him and strangled the priest
King Priam also had a famous daughter
Who foretold of the coming slaughter
And though Cassandra told the truth
No one believed the prophetic youth
Joyful parties were held that night
And the Trojans drank and danced with delight
But just as things began to quiet down
There came from the courtyard a chaotic sound
Into the city came their enemy
Whom they thought had left already
But inside the horse hid fifty Greek men
And so the sack and slaughter of Troy began
Hecuba the queen was caught and enslaved
And when Priam was found he could not be saved
Dragged up the steps by his hair to the altar of Zeus
And was there disemboweled by Neoptolemus
Generally children and women are taken alive
But Hektor’s infant son did not survive
He was thrown to his death into a pit
While Priam’s daughter Polyxena had her throat slit
Forward still came the army from Greece
With no intentions to speak of peace
And when Menelaus found that Helen had again remarried
He made sure her latest husband had to be buried
Enraged, Menelaus prepared to kill his wife
But she bared herself to him and pleaded for her life
And with Menelaus under her spell
They returned to Sparta after Troy fell
Destiny left Odysseus drifting twenty years, you see
He was plagued with many tragedies that led to an odyssey
While Hecuba suffered madness as her fate
And Neoptolemus became related to Alexander the Great
Cornered in Athena’s temple Cassandra was raped
Then Agamemnon enslaved her while others escaped
And Menelaus’ brother took her back to his kingdom
But when they arrived, wife Clytemnestra killed them
Bad as it seems that Troy was sacked
Some good came from being attacked
For some of the Trojans made it out alive
And one of great importance managed to survive
Aeneus grabbed his son’s hand with his father upon his shoulder
Then escaped and turned ‘round once to see their homeland smolder
But he helped found a city both old and grand
Today my friends, Rome still stands
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Athos
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you may print it out, share it, read it, lick it.. wait, no, don't lick it..
*ego purrs as it is stroked again*
ah, the humor, all I can say for that is that of all the true muses, Thalia has been the one who hangs around me the most, hee hee
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I loved this. Brilliant work
Oli...x
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I am about to go home now and crash.. no doubt with thoughts of chariots and Trojans and all that sort of thing running through my head..
..prolly 'cause I plan to put Troy on in the bedroom before I tuck meself in.. heh
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*squishes you*
Agie
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Slight nitpick, though...
Quite unexpectedly Chryses, a Trojan priest
Paid a ransom to have his captured daughter released
So Menelaus let her go and took Briseis instead
Who was formerly warming young Achilles’ bed
Refusing now to fight in the war
Achilles was disgraced and rather sore
For not only did Menelaus take away his prize
But he also helped when Iphigenia had been sacrificed
It was Agamemnon, not Menelaos. Love how he dies (Agamemnon, that is)
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(Achilles seems to have terrible luck with this stuff)
Hear, hear! Guy has all around terrible luck, the poor little gay cross-dresser that he is.
~Morgul, who thinks Achilleus is adorable despite being utterly in love with Diomedes.
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(at least no one at the reading caught it.. heh..)
*huggles* thank you! (I suppose I can say you betaed the poem, eh? ^_^)
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That said, go Clytaemnestra!