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May 21st, 2021 | #1 |
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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 |
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 |
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. |
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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Feel free to put more poems my Brother.
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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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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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