# 1.
The puritanic banner rises
Upon the villages and the towns.
Unflagging soul of the proud
Enthralls the bodies and the brains
The star as older as the Scriptures
Again is crowning starlit sky
The hope vanished in the ancients,
Revives like early morning star.
And something far, but also close
Crops up from abyss of the brain.
That images flowing in the cosmos:
The Magi struggling through the ages.
And even if it is a glimpse of hope:
The reason covered by a whim.
Acceptance of the truth in soul –
A victory upon the death.
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Early Christmas shopping? What a great poem, synthesing the Christmas story with the continuing endeavours. Good any time of year.
I liked it a lot
Thank you Gattaca.
# 2.
I drive the staff in stony soil,
And send the winds of hope and noise,
To call to gather near the stones
The Wizards of the North and Sought.
The time has come to mess the clouds,
To rise the waters from beneath,
To save the hope of the proud,
And to restore the old believes.
In spite all enemies and spirits,
Who trapped the world in bloody mess,
We will restore the Holly Silvas,
The signs of life and the refuge of the Saints.
Again from waters we will rise,
The temple of the Holy Soul,
We will restore the loosen hope,
The human dignity and pride!
I drive the staff in stony soil,
And send the winds of hope and noise,
To call to gather near the stones
The Wizards of the North and Sought.
The time has come to mess the clouds,
To rise the waters from beneath,
To save the hope of the proud,
And to restore the old believes.
In spite all enemies and spirits,
Who trapped the world in bloody mess,
We will restore the Holly Silvas,
The signs of life and the refuge of the Saints.
Again from waters we will rise,
The temple of the Holy Soul,
We will restore the loosen hope,
The human dignity and pride!
You sneaked this one in but I spotted it and glad I did. Inpirational work and I look forward to the third.
# 3.
My dear friend with your support
We’ll cross the rivers of unknown,
We’ll meet together near the stones,
And we will restore the Holly Lore.
We’ll guide the goodness of the spirits,
We’ll put the brick on brick again,
We will encourage proud spirits,
We will support the good and brave.
We’ll force the enemy to tremble,
We will besiege his ugly shrines,
We will destroy his ugly spirit:
Embodiment of death and vice.
We’ll grant the freedom to the men,
We’ll disclose gates of reason,
We’ll impart to human spirits
The hope, happiness and love.
My dear friend with your support
We’ll cross the rivers of unknown,
We’ll meet together near the stones,
And we will restore the Holly Lore.
We’ll guide the goodness of the spirits,
We’ll put the brick on brick again,
We will encourage proud spirits,
We will support the good and brave.
We’ll force the enemy to tremble,
We will besiege his ugly shrines,
We will destroy his ugly spirit:
Embodiment of death and vice.
We’ll grant the freedom to the men,
We’ll disclose gates of reason,
We’ll impart to human spirits
The hope, happiness and love.
I think the third one is not so bad. Hmm?
What do you think people?
What do you think people?
Not bad at all. But what's a "Holly Lore"?
It is a Secret! [
] You know Oracle likes duality. Tradition.
Thank you for good words.
] You know Oracle likes duality. Tradition. Thank you for good words.
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