Homer’s (the blind man’s) poetry as seen by helmut s.
Apollo is watching
with great interest the same war and horror show
as the other gods.
Yet Apollo is angry he had lost some bets,
he should have known better
than to put money on Hector
which was much like buying ocean front properties
in Arizona. Yet to make matters worse
Apollo is appalled by how Achilles treats
the cadaver of the noble Hector,
and on top of all, Apollo does not forget
how Achilles flipped him off earlier on the road.
Apollo has his own plans and a drive by shooting is not excluded.
The gods agree that Priam deserves
to have his son’s body returned.
Hermes himself guides Priam
to Achilles’ camp unharmed by the Greek soldiers.
And the gods stand by Priam old and gray
as he pleads to Achilles
for the return of the remains of his son’s body.
Achilles knows he went too far,
that the gods demand Hector’s return.
He has no say in this matter,
no choice but to give in.
And he knows the sniper Apollo will not miss
the heel he is aiming for, his heel.
The Achilles heel.
ROM & RAM
Computerese was spoken at the motherboard
Sophia remembered all stored in ROM
forgot at a flick of a switch all in RAM
Input and Output came and went on the bus
controlled by the command of a key-stroke
she, was not pretty but smart, his love
He was pleading with ROM
on his knees sending prayers to RAM
to put the worksheet back on the bus
and alive he may stroke
the splendid proof of his intelligence and love
to create great things with the motherboard
CORRUPTED DISK said RAM.
He cried and clicked and clicked for the bus
and he clicked his heels and stroke
an accord of unprintable terms none of love
spilling his guts and anger onto the motherboard
who remembered everything in ROM
Words Mencken did not know existed an omnibus
full of such unspeakables ready for a stroke
red in his face his ego was bleeding anti-love
the mouse was in hiding and the motherboard
cool like always looked for instructions in ROM
who referred her to empty memory of RAM
demands for information by each stroke
of the keyboard still came. This was bad-love
annoying her and the motherboard
asked for sign language from ROM
to flip off the man attacking now RAM
and the sign went out on the bus
FATAL ERROR my love
said she the motherboard
in computerese to ROM
and displayed in uppercase by RAM
at once put on the bus
before the next keystroke
with this she the motherboard
together with ROM and RAM
said “Don’t dare harassing me love!”
His words were “One
has to have a strategy, one
has to have a plan.”
Making sure no-one saw him
he whispered “Pssst.
I am going to get me a pencil and a notebook!
And under must sell you find my 386
souped up 486 SXL.”
(Including a Trojan Horse virus)
Nobody, but her, did beat the man
aware of all the competitions’ preying
exploring IOW options for a better plan.
As Siegfried before the dragon’s slaying,
like Hercules did in Greek history, he too
now had to seek-out the protection
of his modern deities, he worships, who
speak Computerese in every section
of each drive.
He too had to go and seek his blessings
during his search of meaning in life!
And he prayed to Thor to come
with his hammer, thunder and lightning,
to show the Greek gods
what the northern lights are made from
and he prayed and looked
— like Cronus during Cronus-chronous —
through his CD collection
where he found Battle Chess,
the game which he too
had been losing. There was
also the Odyssey next to the Trojan
Horse in two versions. He liked
the one where the wooden horse
was burned on the beach during full moon.
A game nothing but a game.
So was the Argonaut Saga
and he looked for other CD
and games to play on his computer.
The computer possessed by an evil
spirit by Sophia the goddess
of a halluci nation, the nation
…I meet him…
):-\ 7:00 a.m.
I meet him the genius when he stared –
– with tired eyes –
into the mirror he is not
who I thought he would be
For whom I see is me.
I am listening as his words:
the echo between my ears
is coming from my mouth.
Grumpy I am
if nobody calls to buy her
I still can take my computer
to some store… ,
to replace her motherboard
with the one I always wanted
with the latest type, Pentium
dual cache and everything
and I might just rename
her my computer to HOWL
in memory of Ginsberg
the great poet….
…who thinks in fractions…
…if I got a rise,…
…if I got a snicker,…
…if I got you to smile,…
…or got you to think,…
…or got you to laugh,…
…then I succeeded in what I set out to do,
for these are the only meaningful
meanings in what used to
MOC-COM now titled Of-Homer-by-helmut
Enough in my poetry is much like
who blind saw more
than I do with glasses.
If you see any enjoyment in this
my writing, please pass it
on to a neighbor
If you find it boring and stale
pass it over the wall
to Robert Frost’s neighbor
or him, the guy
with the good fence…