Showing posts with label Apollo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Apollo. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2012

108. The Space Race

When the red haired man came to office
He gave us challenges.
He challenged the Soviets in Cuba.
He challenged his citizens.
He challenged us in a race to the moon.
Soviets started with Sputnik.
Then we started our own with animals and, finally, people.
We made great headway
The modules slowly developed
As Gemini became Apollo
The race continued onward.
Sprinting into the future.
Armstrong was selected for the mission.
The rockets blasted off.
They landed,
He stepped onto new soil.
One small step for man
And a giant leap
Into the future.
The flag was planted and footprints preserved.
The quietness of space was different
From the chaos at home.
May that chaos never disturb the silent peace of space.
Instead of shouting from the mountaintops like the sun wanted,
We quietly looked in awe at the fragile beauty of the earth.
Before the red-haired man’s dreams could come true,
A bullet from the books
Sent him away.

Monday, February 27, 2012

52. The Peloponnesian War


Athena became powerful in her golden age.
Her reach extended across the Mediterranean.
Ares didn’t appreciate her power.
He started grumbling
Jealous of the goddess’s power.
Suspecting a war she told Pericles.
He gathered his people
Ordered walls to be built.
The fortifications were strong.
Rivaling the Cyclopian walls of Troy.
He ordered ships to be built.
Athena’s powerful trireme navy
Became a force to be reckoned with.
Then Ares made his move.
A spear was thrust right into Athena’s heart.
She protected her people
With Pericles’ impenetrable shield.
For a time Ares was kept at bay.
He only got angrier.
He went to Apollo
Asking for help.
Apollo complied by sending a great plague.
The plague that killed Athena’s lion.
She continued to fight on
Despite the plague and military losses.
Abandoning old strategies
With more aggressive ones
She went on the attack.
The small island of Melos was the first target.
Then she directed her spear toward Sicily.
Trying to capture Syracuse
She was mortally wounded
Ares seized the opportunity
Raiding the countryside.
Athena’s democracy voted themselves out
In favor of oligarchy.
The people restored their freedom and continued the fight.
If Athena was going to die, she’d rather be free.
Ares went east
Talking to the once proud dragon.
“I offer you the cities of Anatolia,”
He said,
“In exchange for a little help.”
The dragon smiled in his coils.
Coughing up gold to fund a navy.
Once the ships were built
Ares squeezed Athena until she gave up.

Friday, February 24, 2012

49. Xerxes


Persia licked his wounds
Anger still festered deep inside
At the failed invasion of Greece.
His loyal servant, Darius passed away
With words to the scaly beast:
“Take my son Xerxes,” he said in dying breath,
“He will get the revenge you seek.”
Xerxes!
The powerful!
Xerxes!
The ruthless!
Xerxes!
The immortal!
Xerxes!
The conqueror!
Xerxes!
The vengeful!
Xerxes!
The conqueror!
As good as his father’s word
He built the dragon ships
By the thousands.
He raised armies
By the millions.
Attempted to bridge the Hellespont
But Poseidon wouldn’t cooperate.
He sent his mighty storms
To disrupt the dragon’s ships.
Xerxes whipped the mighty sea god
Three hundred times.
Then the god let them pass.
Knowing of Ares’ mighty men on the other side.
As Athena prepared her great wooden shield
The dragon sent heralds
Demanding sacrifices and offerings.
When they didn’t comply
They were marked for the dragon’s mighty fire.
Athena and Ares prepared for war.
Ares was given command of all forces.
Odds were against Greece.
Even Apollo at Delphi
Predicted they’d lose
Unless a mighty king made a great sacrifice.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

48. Marathon


The dragon looked toward Greece.
The pain of Sardis was still fresh.
Darius was constantly reminded
With the dragon’s nightly grumblings.
“We must punish those that defy us,”
The dragon said to him.
Darius agreed.
The dragon snapped at Greece.
Gaining the horn of Thrace.
With his teeth still freshly bloodied from Thracian blood
He snapped up Eretria.
The dragon wasn’t satisfied.
His hunger and anger at the Greeks
Raged within him.
Thrace and Eretria were just appetizers.
He roared with rage toward the city of Marathon.
Athena rushed to the city to protect it.
A shield made of ships blocked the dragon from her people.
The messenger,
Philippides,
Ran to Sparta
Dying on Ares’ doorstep
With his last breath.
A warning of incoming Persia.
Ares looked at the man wishing he could help.
It would be rude to leave the feast table of Apollo.
Athena was left to fend for herself.
She stood alone against the great beast.
With sword in one hand
Shield in the other
She bravely charged the dragon and his forces
Letting out her enormous battle cry
Among clashing phalanxian armor.
Startled by the attack
The dragon fled from the armored goddess.
Many were lost on the Greek side
But the dragon lost a lot more.
The Greek dead were cremated.
A stone erected
So that the glorious grove of Marathon can tell of his valor
As can the long haired Persian,
Who well remembers it.
The dragon did remember it.
With every passing day
It festered
Turning and churning in his stomach.
At every meal Darius replied
“Lord, remember the Athenians.”

Friday, February 17, 2012

42. The Dark Ages of Greece


The age of heroes and marble men
Came to an end
After the fall of Troy
Culture collapsed
Darkness took over the land.
Weeds grew among ancient temples
As thrones were abandoned by kings.
Palaces fell to the ground
As marble men
Eroded from their pedestals.
The armies disbanded leaving the comforting barracks.
The river of trade slowly dwindled to a trickle.
The temples went unfinished
With none to raise up Athena.
None to exalt Zeus.
No prayers to mother Hera
And none to shining Apollo
Where did these proud, vibrant people go?
To Anatolia
Where they waited out this cold, uncertain time
In the warm weather flowing in from the Greek Sea.
While they reveled in the ancient past
The glories of old Odysseus
The glorious fall of Troy.
Still, things were bubbling
Under the Greek mainland’s surface
Geometric pottery
Started directing paths
To and Iron Age revival.