The Wayfarers By Rupert Brooke Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I’ll remember! but ….
Category: Poetry
Awakening the Saxon
The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily moved, They were icy — willing to wait Till every count should be proved, Ere the Saxon…
Kipling Time: The White Man’s Burden
Take up the White Man’s burden– Send forth the best ye breed– Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild– Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child. Take up the White Man’s burden– In patience to abide, To veil the…
Kipling’s Advice for the Current Plan of Engineered Chaos and Woe (Plandemic Round Two)
“If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or…
Ode to my Forefathers (an Original Work)
(Painting by Robert Wood “Texas Hill Country”) As the generation that helped shape us slowly fade away into memory We steel ourselves against the coming storm with the legacy they buried for us Out past the hill country draw, where the coyotes sing and the night bird sleeps Though my head be weary…
Poem: Ode to Gefjon
Powerful prose from Seax.
Stealing chimes
Some Beautiful Prose from one of the best Meme artist around.
Ode to my Forefathers (An Original Work)
(Painting by Robert Wood “Texas Hill Country”) As the generation that helped shape us slowly fade away into memory We steel ourselves against the coming storm with the legacy they buried for us Out past the hill country draw, where the coyotes sing and the night bird sleeps Though my head be weary…
When Lacking Inspiration, I Always Go Back to Kipling…
Mandalay By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ lazy at the sea, There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: “Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!” Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla…
Poem: Catharsis
Nothing like some Seax Prose first thing in the Morning. Smells Like…Victory.