KGrim
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Hero: Jesus
Age: 33 soon to be 34
Philosophy: Hesychasm
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Post by KGrim on Jan 14, 2020 3:22:37 GMT
I'm starting a poetry thread. Everyone is invited to contribute. I'll start:
I think that I shall never see Apoem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet-flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree
-Joyce Kilmer
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KGrim
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Coming back to Arktos...for a little while anyways...just to see how things are doing.
Posts: 442
Likes: 238
Country: USA
Region: South East
Location: East Texas
Ancestry: Scotch-Irish
Politics: Conservative
Religion: Eastern Orthodox
Hero: Jesus
Age: 33 soon to be 34
Philosophy: Hesychasm
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Post by KGrim on Jan 26, 2020 3:29:01 GMT
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art, could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dreat feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb make thee?
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- William Blake
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Clovis Merovingian
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Ethnicity: Deep Southerner
Country: My State and my Region are my country
Region: The Deep South
Location: South Carolina
Ancestry: Gaelic (patrilineal), English, Ulster Scots/Scots Irish, Scottish, German, Swiss German, Swedish, Manx, Finnish, Norman French/Quebecois (distantly), Dutch (distantly)
Taxonomy: Borreby/Alpine/ Nordid mix
Y-DNA: R-S660/R-DF109
mtDNA: T1a1
Politics: Conservative
Religion: Christian
Hero: Andrew Jackson, Thomas Jefferson, James K. Polk
Age: 30
Philosophy: I try to find out what is true as best I can.
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Post by Clovis Merovingian on Jan 26, 2020 4:12:47 GMT
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
-Rudyard Kipling
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Post by Polaris on Mar 21, 2020 13:05:55 GMT
The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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Post by jester1991 on May 9, 2020 3:12:05 GMT
The rain cleanses the emotions away. At times I am so much in the fray, not knowing what to say, not knowing who are the ones that betray. I am putting my very pain and joy on display. I am the freedom that you gave away. Keep running high and stay tracked by sleepless nights and days, I am feeling fey and fading away. I close my eyes and stay off grid but there will not be a day that I would run away.
My eyes turn red and bloodshot. During all the hurt and suffering I got, I forgot and the thoughts kept me distraught. I guess I will need to find a soft spot, to recover and cure from the rot, rust and rotten dust.
Is there anyone out there? Is there anyone that can help me overcome my fears? To be with me to wipe away all the tears. My expressions are crystal clear, I mean it all, my voice is sincere. Can you be the one to repair and reassure when I am wear and tear?
I lost so much these last few times. I lost the best of lifetimes, even through all my mistakes and crimes I feel closed in by borderlines. Will you pick me up when you hear my cries? Will you take a look into my eyes and see the demise and the part that dies?
Will you show me the light when it's darkest in the night? Will you show me how to protect and fight? Will you let me see the bright and the sunlight?
I need you, like we all do. This pen only bleeds the truth. These words have strength and they soothe my wounds. Just let it all out, not through mouth but by going about, ending the shutout.
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Post by Elizabeth on May 10, 2020 5:12:11 GMT
The rain cleanses the emotions away. At times I am so much in the fray, not knowing what to say, not knowing who are the ones that betray. I am putting my very pain and joy on display. I am the freedom that you gave away. Keep running high and stay tracked by sleepless nights and days, I am feeling fey and fading away. I close my eyes and stay off grid but there will not be a day that I would run away. My eyes turn red and bloodshot. During all the hurt and suffering I got, I forgot and the thoughts kept me distraught. I guess I will need to find a soft spot, to recover and cure from the rot, rust and rotten dust. Is there anyone out there? Is there anyone that can help me overcome my fears? To be with me to wipe away all the tears. My expressions are crystal clear, I mean it all, my voice is sincere. Can you be the one to repair and reassure when I am wear and tear? I lost so much these last few times. I lost the best of lifetimes, even through all my mistakes and crimes I feel closed in by borderlines. Will you pick me up when you hear my cries? Will you take a look into my eyes and see the demise and the part that dies? Will you show me the light when it's darkest in the night? Will you show me how to protect and fight? Will you let me see the bright and the sunlight? I need you, like we all do. This pen only bleeds the truth. These words have strength and they soothe my wounds. Just let it all out, not through mouth but by going about, ending the shutout. This was a beautiful poem. Did you write it yourself?
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Post by jester1991 on May 10, 2020 6:06:55 GMT
The rain cleanses the emotions away. At times I am so much in the fray, not knowing what to say, not knowing who are the ones that betray. I am putting my very pain and joy on display. I am the freedom that you gave away. Keep running high and stay tracked by sleepless nights and days, I am feeling fey and fading away. I close my eyes and stay off grid but there will not be a day that I would run away. My eyes turn red and bloodshot. During all the hurt and suffering I got, I forgot and the thoughts kept me distraught. I guess I will need to find a soft spot, to recover and cure from the rot, rust and rotten dust. Is there anyone out there? Is there anyone that can help me overcome my fears? To be with me to wipe away all the tears. My expressions are crystal clear, I mean it all, my voice is sincere. Can you be the one to repair and reassure when I am wear and tear? I lost so much these last few times. I lost the best of lifetimes, even through all my mistakes and crimes I feel closed in by borderlines. Will you pick me up when you hear my cries? Will you take a look into my eyes and see the demise and the part that dies? Will you show me the light when it's darkest in the night? Will you show me how to protect and fight? Will you let me see the bright and the sunlight? I need you, like we all do. This pen only bleeds the truth. These words have strength and they soothe my wounds. Just let it all out, not through mouth but by going about, ending the shutout. This was a beautiful poem. Did you write it yourself? I did thank you. I feel I can express a lot of my emotions into writing.
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johnbc
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Roman Catholic
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Post by johnbc on Nov 3, 2020 21:33:44 GMT
I wish, that at least once I’d have back all the gold I gave to whom Got to convince me It was a friendship prove If someone took away even what I didn’t have. I wish, that at least once, I’d forget that I believed it was just for play That they’d always cut cleaning cloths From noble linen and pure silk. I wish, that at least once, I’d explain what no one can understand That what happen is still coming And the future is not like it was before. I wish, that at least once, I’d prove that those who have more than they need Almost always convince themselves that they don’t have enough And that they talk too much because they’ve got nothing to say. I wish, that at least once, The simplest was seen as the most important But they gave us mirrors And we saw an ill world. I wish, that at least once, I’d understand how God is three at the same time And this same God was killed by you – It’s just evil then, make a God so sad. I wanted the danger and even bleed alone. Understand – that way I could bring you back to me. When I found out that’s always only you That gets me from the beginning to the end And it’s only you who have the cure to my addiction Of insisting in this feeling of missing Everything I still haven’t seen. I wish, that at least once, I’d make the world know his name Is in everything and even so Nobody at least thanks him. I wish, that at least once, Like the most beautiful tribe, of the most beautiful indigenes, I wouldn’t be attacked for being innocent. I wanted the danger and even bleed alone. Understand – that way I could bring you back to me. When I found out that’s always only you That gets me from the beginning to the end And it’s only you who have the cure to my addiction Of insisting in this feeling of missing Everything I still haven’t seen. They gave us mirrors, we saw an ill world. I tried to cry, but couldn’t. lyricstranslate.com/en/%C3%ADndios-indigenes.html
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Post by Eugene 2.0 on Nov 4, 2020 6:26:30 GMT
P. B. Shelley "Prometheus Unbounded", a part of Prometheus' speech:
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure. I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt? I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun, Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm, Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below, Have its deaf waves not heard my agony? Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever.
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hall
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Post by hall on Nov 4, 2020 18:12:16 GMT
This is my parties anthem someone asked me to write for a fictional party I made to interact with #micronations and discuss freedom
The bird that flies high and free The fish that swims the open sea The loin that climbs the highest peakThe worm under the rock they seekThefleetingbreezeunder the sunThe moon the stars lifes last run Forward The Party goes for union Jack! we areThe whipped horse that bites back!
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hall
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Post by hall on Nov 4, 2020 18:15:05 GMT
This is my parties anthem someone asked me to write for a fictional party I made to interact with #micronations and discuss freedom The bird that flies high and free The fish that swims the open sea The loin that climbs the highest peakThe worm under the rock they seekThefleetingbreezeunder the sunThe moon the stars lifes last run Forward The Party goes for union Jack! we areThe whipped horse that bites back! Our motto was "the whipped horse bites back" and our flag was a horse and whip
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