Trojan Horses Poem by Will Barber

Trojan Horses

Rating: 5.0


Little did we know that bugs
Would come to rule the internets;
But now the tubes are clogged, and rubes
Buy bandwidth from the vipers' nests.

Do those who sang, and those who sighed,
Do those who merely cursed the times,
Share the same path? They all slide
Down steeps slopes of time. The Norns

Weave, and unweave the webs of fate.
Those who curse are different than
The one who sing, who celebrate
The chorus of mankind. Amen.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Faith Brigham 01 September 2009

great poem, my friend...a 10 from me

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Esther Leclerc 18 December 2007

Your poetry sings, Will, as does your beautiful spirit. May the Norns weave for you a worthy fate. It ain't over till it's over, dear pal. With love and admiration, always, Esther

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Brian Dorn 03 October 2007

Great stuff, Will... particularly the last stanza! !

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Pia Andersson 12 August 2007

The present, the past. Intellect and emotion. Fate and facts. Another intelligent and beautiful poem from you Mr Barber with a clever title. You always sum up what is human and what is not Wishing you joy of course Pia

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