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Old May 21st, 2021 #1
Miguel Dias
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Cool Miguelian poetry, inspired by many things

Miguelian Poetry
this will be a published later

Join Your people so thourougly
To gain self apreciation
Dont fall on your spear while marching
Use the spear on the enemies back
Feet or chest
Be diligente in your hunt
When hunting focus on the hunt
And its many possibilities
But dont ever be so focused you loose track of the prey`s foot prints.


When in the sea, being sick is to some individuals
A normality, dont allow this sickness to affect you so much
That your cannons are not ready to slay the kraken
Use your sight and soul combined
Dont let its shadow be unnoticed to thy eye
When you see the beast, say “FIRE”.
And only stop when i tis dead.

Over the rainbow, heimdalr dwells
The lightest of the gods
Bringer of the paths
And its guardian
Byfrosting can trully be a good experience
When its bad you get in front of a valkiries charge
Bad luck, odin is testing you!
Fortunately you won, so to you the event was nice and effective


Disgrace

The disgrace of the allophagos
Is clearly seen in any circumstance
He has disgraced his kun and family
He has disgraced himsel
Nobody likes him
All the animals hate him, although they cant hate
Zeus sends him a thunderbolt
When awake he meets hades,
Where am I?
Shh, spirits dont talk
 
Old May 21st, 2021 #2
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every once in a while you will see more of this, dont wait for a scedule though, if it happens its because i want it to happen.
i noticed some mistakes, i have to edit the original text at some point
 
Old May 22nd, 2021 #3
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northwestern european poetry by a portuguese dude, my own creation based on northwest european isles.

Eire`s shine
Ireland across the sea
virtuos as can be
a dream of the ocean
to cleanse the sea of dirt
and to establish a kingdom of God
Clean are my brothers and sisters
of Magna Irelandia
epic is their journey of fustigation
and survival
as they managed to endure
so did i
God is watching over you
oh, Green emerald of The north,
please shine!


scoti`s land
I see a scotish person in the highlands.
wonder if it is from a war band nearing my general direction
could it be an ally while on my travels to pictland?
i will discover it soon.
sooner than i once thought.
i get near this kilted man,
i was prepared for a skirmish
what i recieved was friendship
i left the hand out of me blade
and hugged the brother that stood across me
without exitation he reached out
to my face and touched my forehead
i did the same to this brother
knighted by simple circumstances
unaware of what it meant.
know we cleaned the blades we both carried
and went to princess scotia across her highlands.
she asked for our swords and this blond godess in human form
asked for we to bow torwards her direction.
as in movies, a ladie of great virtue and splendor
points a sword, our own sword torwards us
and knigths us a new
this time for real and i and Ian felt so good
we now could call our selves true knights
he a Scoti and i an honorary scotsman
while in the southern lands i fell to the sea
scoti my bro, coudnt save me
i wanst sad however
i was free and close to the heavens
as the sea mirrors the heavens,
so i was home

Manx woman
After landing on Manx land
i saw that this isle was small but well tended.
a form of goidelic was spoken and i felt home
while being a foregneir.
Could this be that i was part gael?
i did not know but it didnt stop
me and my dreams. i saw brethren up in the horizon
checking if they were of peace
sojourning did i
reach i did them
and after talking i decided to stop using the geruntive
Manxi were a cold but generous people.
and i felt once more at home.
cold in comparison to iberian folk
but warm in comparison to icelandic people
this didnt stop me from loving all of them te same
this day took some time to end
after i had pleased my dreams i went to my ship
and by surprise i was greeted by everyone in this tiny but respectful isle.
i saluted in manx language
i heard a thundering you too
this day was nothing short of extraordinary

Cornish sailor
Cornish sailor of the west
your language liberates the soul
and your spirit knows no boundaries
speak about Kernow and Kernowese language again
so that i will remember it
so that i can remember the waves of cornwall
and its king.
Tristan sailed to ireland in search of Isolde
and a wicked dragon,
one day i sail to ireland to speak irish
and cornish to the great western tribes of the west!
sailor of cornwall, could you be so sweet
to share it with me
it doesnt matter if i dont learn it
at least i talked with you.
My Friend.

Cymric swim
The welsh swimmers of the blessed sea of Britannia, cousins of bretons and brothers of Cornish folk.
having their naming system in trouble
necessary actions could and should be taken
dont abandon your blessed traditions, even if you call yourself
British. Be British from Whales, be the son and daughter of Cymriu. be Keltic-norse, fight for your way, but not against other british people.
Defeat your weakness, kill the devil return stronger than ever.
train daily your soul, mind and body.
train in roman, greek, slavic, balkan, iberian, germanic and Brythonic tactics and startegies.
swim across the channel like you did before, this time get out of it a True Welsh man or lady.
When you come back God and his acolytes will give you whales once more and you will be trully free.


Edward`s acumen by myself
Deep in the apocrypha
secret knowledge in all alphabets
and other writing methods is stored
all worthy of reading books are protected by spell
of religious and esoteric nature.
all mages and witches claim it as there own
nothing could be further from the truth
establishing an order and preventing
chaos, Edward, the real leader of
this precious and dark library
chose to lock it way
unwilling to allow anyone in that he saw unfit
of reaching true wisdom
wisdom that could, if ill used
provide for a tragic future to thousands of people
unfortunatelly his key was lost and so not even edward,
could reached it.
 
Old May 23rd, 2021 #4
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I have a poem too, I hope you all like it. It goes something like this:

John Trent, you are so great,

But in reality, you are a state,

You take it up the bum,

Yes, of course, us on VNN know you're scum,

A state that works for THE STATE.

I'm sorry it's not real "British" and in 14 rhyming couplets, just like a Shakespearean Sonnet, but in a way, it too is a love poem. Cos I love exposing "Trent" as being "bent".....
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Old May 23rd, 2021 #5
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Feel free to put more poems my Brother.
We have freedom of speech after all.
 
Old May 23rd, 2021 #6
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One of my all time faves:

The Soldier

BY RUPERT BROOKE

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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One of my all time faves:

The Soldier

BY RUPERT BROOKE

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
And for this very reason, for all you vermin and scum looking in, MI5, reds, "Orcs" and all our other oppressors, we will never give in, never surrender. The fight will go on until it really is on the streets. History has proven that subjugation will always fail. All we want is separation and our own banking system. WE WILL WIN...........
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Old June 8th, 2021 #8
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Vandalic lady

Vandal of the mountais on a high horse,
Your gretness is such that even in an expression of this character,
you stay untainted.
You will be queen of hispania though your people
You will be a muse for all iberians
To make songs of valor and poetry of the soul
Seeing you is like seeing freya.
Smelling you is smelling peaceful aphrodite.
Listening to you is like hearing a woman singers ballad
Reading your texts arouses every body part.
Your sword play beats even romans, when you are focused,
But to your roman allies you show mercy as they are your people too.
Vandalic lady, please return your people to hispania, we need them more than ever!

this could be called brittanic or Anglic lady or something and would still make sense. Good luck in your battles my brothers. join up as allies and brothers and sisters and this wretched world will be very different in the future.
 
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