"greaves" poems
MESSENGER
Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief,
Thy proper mother's son, I will announce,
What fortune for this city, for himself,
With curses he invoketh:--on the walls
Ascending, heralded as king, to stand,
With paeans for their capture; then with thee
To fight, and either slaying near thee die,
Or thee, who wronged him, chasing forth alive,
Requite in kind his proper banishment.
Such words he shouts, and calls upon the gods
Who o'er his race preside and Fatherland,
With gracious eye to look upon his prayers.
A well-wrought buckler, newly forged, he bears,
With twofold blazon riveted thereon,
For there a woman leads, with sober mien,
A mailed warrior, enchased in gold;
Justice her style, and thus the legend speaks:--
'This man I will restore, and he shall hold
The city and his father's palace homes.'
Such the devices of the hostile chiefs.
'Tis for thyself to choose whom thou wilt send;
But never shalt thou blame my herald-words.
To guide the rudder of the State be thine!
ETEOCLES
O heaven-demented race of Oedipus,
My race, tear-fraught, detested of the gods!
Alas, our father's curses now bear fruit.
But it beseems not to lament or weep,
Lest lamentations sadder still be born.
For him, too truly Polyneikes named,--
What his device will work we soon shall know;
Whether his braggart words, with madness fraught,
Gold-blazoned on his shield, shall lead him back.
Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers,
Guided his deeds and thoughts, this might have been;
But neither when he fled the darksome womb,
Or in his childhood, or in youth's fair prime,
Or when the hair thick gathered on his chin,
Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers,
Nor in this outrage on his Fatherland
Deem I she now beside him deigns to stand.
For Justice would in sooth belie her name,
Did she with this all-daring man consort.
In these regards confiding will I go,
Myself will meet him. Who with better right?
Brother to brother, chieftain against chief,
Foeman to foe, I'll stand. Quick, bring my spear,
My greaves, and armor, bulwark against stones.
4.8k
Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous hypotaxis apomixis strive
Rainbow mare aura roan exude emote derive
Syntactical propinquity habitation harbinger harangue stoic hive
Colloquialism vernaculars prurient adage jargon idiom clichés jive
Mirador bartizan panorama stalwart bastion bulwark tableau live
Canny cleaver crafty cunning furtive sneaky stealthy connive
Poignant cogent piquant ephemeral effulgence temporal refraction arrive
Paradoxical dichotomy greaves gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts survive
Hectic mayhem , proximity parameter perimeter peripherals , annihilate rive
Zingy zesty zany zenithal azimuth entity zeal alive
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
The clang of armour rings through the clamour
of our men screaming thy name.
Thy name that I bear, blazing bright
as these brazen greaves.
A-CHIL-LES.
It is not I that they know.
It is not my feet that are thus as swift as thine;
though they would believe it.
It is not my rough hands that are never wrong;
but that have rather slain Sarpedon, now.
It is not thy knees that quake at Hector's call; 'tis mine own.
A-CHIL-LES.
It is not thy eyes that water in fear,
it is not thy hands that grasp thy spear, 'tis mine own.
Never wrong. Never wrong. Never wrong.
It is not thy gold-spun curls that spill forth,
as thy helmet falls.
It is not thy blood that stains Hector's spear;
it is not thy chest that splinters, 'tis mine own.
The clang of spear piercing armour rings through the clamour
of our men screaming my name.
My name that I bear, blazing bright
as thy brazen greaves.
PA-TRO-CLUS.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity. Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry. Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence. Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.
Prophylaxis protocol annex annul. Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition. Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism. Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus. Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.
Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance. Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates. Exserted protuberance's edifice ******** Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.
Fulham nuance ***** Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas. Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious. Oak tree ****** nails swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails. Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
Stick around to watch the show
Lots to see and lots to know
Pick it up, give it a slide
Stick around for the ride
How were you to know?
You were love's last show
How were you to know?
You were the last to go
Sugarpuffs and dandelion leaves
As one person loves another person greaves
Rip it and tear it into a thousand pieces
Grant one's life another deceases
I've got that feeling again
The one I get when it rains
It comes and it goes again and again
Cease that life and stop your shame
It was an idea, I think it's working
Everybody's smiling but you're still smirking
How you gunna do it? Yeah how you gunna do it?
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Don't top yourself, don't you give up
All your hard work, it's just not enough
I'm not gunna stick around to help you
So you're gunna have to help yourself
Of a sugarpuff and a dandelion
Getting a love to call my own
Of a dandelion and a sufarpuff
Getting it ups just not enough
How am I gunna make you see?
You can't live your life for free
Can't you see this aint no way to be
You've been barking up the wrong tree
It was an idea, I think it's working
Everybody's smiling but you're still smirking
How you gunna do it? Yeah how you gunna do it?
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split
Keep it together and never split, yeah!
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 4:22 AM UTC
He’d been away with the army then
For almost twenty years,
And walking back to his village he
Had expected smiles and tears,
He thought his wife would be waiting there
Though his son, he knew, was grown,
He’d been away and protecting them
Though the soldier, now, was home.
He saw the village had barely changed
Though the people stood and stared,
He thought that they were in awe of him
Could it be the village cared?
They took in his battered breastplate and
The dents that marked his greaves,
The helmet that had been battered and
The blood on his chain-mail sleeves.
He’d walked for several miles since when
His horse had collapsed and died,
It weathered many a battle but
Fell foul of the countryside,
But soon he’d take off his armour when
He would meet again his bride,
And she would make him a pottage, and
Rejoice that he hadn’t died.
He’d tramped in the lands of Burgundy
He’d fought in the land of Gaul,
He’d taken the Cross to Saladin
And wept at the Wailing Wall.
His face bore scars from the sword and lance
And a mace had raked his back,
From a knight behind who had been struck blind
In a frontal, forced attack.
He’d waded deep in a sea of blood,
He’d trampled a field of bones,
And helped to bury his comrades there
Marking the place with stones,
But now his body was tired and worn
It was leave the field, or die,
His horse had brought him wandering home
To the village of Burton Rye.
His wife came out from the cottage door
And she blanched, and shook in fear,
‘I don’t know where you are coming from
But you don’t belong in here!’
He glanced at the short and thickened form
That he didn’t recognise,
‘Are you the wife I’ve been fighting for,
If so, my memory lies!’
‘You went away in another life
Leaving none to warm my bed,
I took a shine to the blacksmith here,
Fell in love with him, instead.
It’s twenty years since you went away
Did you think you could return?
You’ve lived the life of a soldier, all
You do, is pillage and burn.’
‘I had to go to protect you here,
Out there, it’s a world at war,
I’ve fought the enemy everywhere
To keep the pain from your door.
I loved you when you were slim and young
And your eyes were bright with cheer,’
His shoulders slumped and he turned away,
‘I see I’m not wanted here!’
David Lewis Paget
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
He stopped mid-sentence.
He took their offense
quite seriously
and, with a dash
of omnipotence,
saw the fall folly.
One and only one arrow
points to this tree, narrow
and quite bleached and,
with a European tint,
sheltered a girl.
Leaves burnt on the skin
of Mother Nature,
burnt by lack of chlorophyll.
Pumpkin-orange yearns to
cause tree-white
harrow.
Back in the debate
“Kannst du nicht warten – wait!”
Mahogany trends
designed this room of
uninterested people with
hunger to sate;
His powerful, wintry heart
is taking a step back
in time. He is harboring
fate in his heart like
iron boots left aside –,
grievous greaves weighing things down in ferrum.
He fell back from
his wooden podium
showing a modicum
of care
by yearning the boat to come.
A cryogenized hull of darkness
was his mind, melting
in the warmth of a
dying tree a ways away.
He clutched his core
agony pushing far beyond sore
OPEN THE DOOR
HE’S GOING TO DIE
But he had a dream –
However black and white
he spoke to seam
and seal
would never end the color
of the turning wheel –
He had erred, but now
Winter ended “how.”
How he wished to
return to the girl in
fall, but
too late.
He already fell.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
They tell us to see the sun in the winter
get your gun to get your dinner
there's only one who can be winner
so have fun as a sinner.
A ******** bullpit
echoes the bully pulpit
cracking a bullwhip
as a cruel gift.
There's a royal decree
in the soil we seed
wearing oily greaves
we boil and bleed.
The pinniped's frigid bed
dwindled when the cynic said
his withered glen is more important than
the arctic shed and hearts that bled.
The highlands seem endearing
when islands are disappearing
and the godmen are hearing
no reasons to be weary.
Some run to the hills
some run to the pills
others turn to the thrill
of the blood we spill.
Our only answer is running
from our controller's cunning
it's almost like they're hunting
by not solving this one thing.
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
every day i strap on my armour,
tighten the breast plate,
pull on my greaves,
and strap on the sword that kills so many,
everyday its this same routine,
get up put the armour on,
and go out to battle,
everyday its the same line up,
the same people at my side,
who scream the same war cry,
but i realise that now,
the war cries don't scare anyone,
the charging lines of men,
and the clashing of shields,
have become a chore not a deadly game of death,
i trade blows with men as if it were nothing,
i joke to my self thinking what a shame i just sliced his throat open,
but really if i hadn't he would have done the same to me,
but is that really the reason why i fight is it why i keep trading blows,
but i don't know anymore,
maybe on day ill forget to bring the shield,
then the armour and finally the sword,
its a losing battle,
a battle that isn't about swords and shields,
but emotions and words,
with a battle everyday to stay alive,
but it is a losing battle,
and each day i forget something everyday,
its a losing battle and i don't know how long i can hold the line.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
A very important bird hit my mind with its beak,
With a message from the long lost leaves,
Shattered memories travelled to a far mountain peak.
You'll have to work hard to gather them so wear your greaves
I have come here as a delicate cue,
For your evanescent self to be soon in sight,
Don't be conquered and affright.
Towards the veritable direction, the bird flew.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Broken branches,
Fallen leaves,
Silhouette of one to greaves,
Muted laughter,
Solum sighs,
Eventual loosening of ties
Darkened clothing,
Untold lies
All enwrapped in premature goodbyes
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Kendra is a star student and athlete
She is fifteen,brown, tall and has long hair
Every guy wants to beat
But she would never share
One party one night one guy
She let him fix her drink
He knew how to lie
Slipped her a xan I think
Nows she is in the sunken place
Numb to his force
Tears roll down her face
As he begins ***********
He gets up his evil deed done
She lays there hoping to forget
Weeks past she told no one
Her stomach the threat
Then she took the test
positive as she feared
Her mind unclear
About what to do from here
She is Christian so the answer is simple
Be a kid with a kid that’s not hard
But soon she will pop like a pimple
Can she live with being scarred
The thought never crossed her mind
Unless death was the case
Could she really decline
A offer from a holy place
What would mom say
What about my pastor
This is the only way
To make it go away faster
Is she selfish for wanting better
For righting his wrong
She cries in her dads sweater
Alone and confused how long
Til the heartbeat comes
And the shape grows
Then you see thumbs
No it has to be done she knows
She takes four buses on a cold Saturday
Walks in the door to horror
Smell of decay and saddens weigh
Girls crying as the attendant ignores her
Eyes full of hate and dismay
Realizing three signatures signs a life away
She walks to the back feet so heavy
Now on the table the moment see feared
Face to face her tears burst like a levy
A blueberry a appeared
Every fiber telling her to go
To take the risk and figure it out
Two doctors walk in and she sets her eyes low
the pain makes her shout
One hour passes before she leaves
Her mind empty like her soul
She greaves but still believes
See after everything she was still whole
In the end her choice saved and ended life
Not out of hate but through faith
She could live with strife
Because it was her wraith
Her body was hers again
And one day when she chooses
Her mate and has that special date
Where the view is
Full of joy
her love will circulate
To see her choice cultivate
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity. Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry. Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence. Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.
Prophylaxis protocol annex annul. Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition. Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism. Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus. Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.
Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance. Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates. Exserted protuberance's edifice ******** Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.
Fulham nuance ***** Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas. Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious. Oak tree ****** nails, swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails. Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC
Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts. Ostensible incursion inevitably irrefragable. Execrating eventuation evocative expletives detente, diction's enunciation executant orotund sonorous. Anticipate angary amentia, tercel theocracy. Categorical imperative hubris, invertible investiture objectified manifest. Capitol appreciation annuities equity. Argufy philanthropic's panacea, incessant barratry's preterite renditions, retrospectively retroactive's vicarious recalcitrance, futurity's fatidic, oneiromancy's apotropaic. Elan vital's apotheosis. Virile fertility's fecundity, mesomerism's resilience estranged ensemble orchestration!!!........let us pray!!!
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous hypotaxis apomixis strive
Rainbow mare aura roan exude emote derive
Syntactical propinquity habitation harbinger harangue stoic hive
Colloquialism vernaculars prurient adage jargon idiom clichés jive
Mirador bartizan panorama stalwart bastion bulwark tableau live
Canny cleaver crafty cunning furtive sneaky stealthy connive
Poignant cogent piquant ephemeral effulgence temporal refraction arrive
Paradoxical dichotomy greaves gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts survive
Hectic mayhem , proximity parameter perimeter peripherals , annihilate rive
Zingy zesty zany zenithal azimuth entity zeal alive
Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
Goodbye Dad
I am heart broken
That I have lost you
So fast
I can't stop crying
Yes I could never believe
That you had to part so soon
But deep down
I could not stand to see you
Suffer every day
Battling you disease
I tried to make you
Comfortable
Also I had to be strong for you
And it is very hard to do
Yes you lost you battle
And at the same time
It was hard to see you leave
This earth
But at the same time
I must understand that
You are in a better place them me
You are living a new life in heaven
Without suffering
Dad go ahead
And rest all you want
Yes darling daughter
You still have a life to live on earth
Ahead of you
Please daughter live your life to
The fullest on earth
Yes daughter heaven holds a place
For you
Daughter do me a favor
And pray for me every night
Also I will be watching you down
From heaven
You can't see me anymore
Because the earth is far
From heaven
Also I am weaving goodbye
To you daughter
From heaven
You can't see me waving goodbye
To you
Yes daughter one day
When you die
You will came to heaven
And you will see me in
Heaven
And in heaven we
Will meat again
Some day
Daughter of mine
In this difficult time
For you
I must say that you were
Brave
Now it is the time
To greave daughter
I can't tell you
How long you must grieve
And I know that
Everybody greaves different
From each other
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 8:39 PM UTC
The ancient ones, when warfare came to stay,
knew what to do. They combed their hair
upon the rocks. Blades grew keen and bright.
Greaves were fastened sure about their *****
Heads encased in helmets; eyes grew somber.
Return with all your shields, the women cried,
or else upon them. Battle smeared their tunics
red with blood. Some came home, and some
found homes where spirits are embraced.
Their descendants know a different way of war,
more lethal and more telling-
the bombard and the mass assault,
the arquebus and pike,
the canister and cannon,
the minie ball and shell,
mustard gas and trench mortar,
the blitzkrieg and the mushroom cloud,
cluster bomb and ******
and silent death from above.
Some believe the noble way
is killing face-to-face-
but I confess that death at distance
also has its place.
Ancient peoples fought their battles
firmly on the ground-
but we fight on a sea of war,
and we must swim, or drown.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC