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OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 5:57 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 5:57 pm

 Ode: To Joy By Friedrich Schiller

Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity 
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, thy Holiness!
Thy magic binds again
What custom strictly divided;*
All humans become brothers,*
Where thy gentle wing abides.

Whoever has succeeded in the great attempt,
To be a friend's friend,
Whoever has won a lovely wife,
Add his to the jubilation!
Yes, whoever also has just one other's Soul
To call his own on this Earth's round!
And he who never managed it should slink
Weeping from this union!

All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breasts.
All the Good, all the Evil
Follow her trail of roses.
Kisses she gave us and grapevines,
A friend, proven in death.
Lust was given to the serpent
And the cherub stands before God.

Gladly, as His suns fly
through the heavens' grand plan
Journey, brothers, on your way,
Joyful, like a hero to victory.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss to all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Are you collapsing, millions?
Do you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy!
Above stars must He reside.

What do they call Ode?
He's The Candy Man
Passing goodies to kids
From inside his Van 

Molesting kids and pets
That's the Odious way
The twisted dirty pervert
Does it everyday  
 

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 5:16 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 5:16 pm

Only if they are winning the race to have the most casualties:

The 'stunning' scale of Russian deaths in Ukraine signals trouble ahead for Putin

The Kremlin’s forces have suffered more than 100,000 killed or wounded since December alone, the U.S. now estimates.

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/russ ... -rcna82380

Russia’s winter push in Ukraine may have made little progress and at a “stunning” cost.More than 100,000 fighters from the Kremlin’s forces have been killed or wounded since December alone, the U.S. now estimates — outlining Moscow's massive losses as its military leaders scramble to recruit more men and prepare for an impending counteroffensive.

The figure, if accurate, could spell trouble ahead for President Vladimir Putin. He faces a second year at war with the land he seized increasingly in Kyiv's sights and with his military's struggles forcing the Kremlin to balance battlefield necessities with domestic pressures.The casualty figure includes around 20,000 Russians who have been killed in about six months, National Security Council spokesman John Kirby told reporters Monday, citing newly declassified American intelligence that the Kremlin swiftly rejected.For comparison, around 4,500 American troops were killed during the invasion of Iraq.

"It's really stunning, these numbers," Kirby said.

LOL.  Quoting Empire news and politicians.  Weak bro. You are well cucked. ""The US now estimates""  haha

Russia has taken the two most heavily NATO fortified cities....Mariupol and Bakhmut.
NATO spent 8 years fortifying those cities.  LMAO.
Russia has taken and controls 50,000 sq miles of E. Ukraine.
Russia has gained 5 million new citizens in those areas who voted to return to Russia.

The actual KIA rate is 7-1 .....7 Uke Nazis killed to every one Russian.
Why? Its an artillery war and Russia fires massively much more artillery than the UkeNazis.

Now tell more myths....Russia is running out of ammo....out of tanks...out of men.  out of missiles.

Russia has all the above wins with 80,000 Wagner and Donbas militias.  Mercenaries and farmers  
Only 10% of the Russian professional military is in Ukraine.  Russia can fight this war for years...the Nazis cant



 

LincolnNebraska » 27 May 2023, 6:04 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 6:04 pm

What do they call Ode?
He's The Candy Man
Passing goodies to kids
From inside his Van 

Molesting kids and pets
That's the Odious way
The twisted dirty pervert
Does it everyday

One of the most beautiful poems praising God!

Ode: To Joy By Friedrich Schiller

Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity 
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, thy Holiness!
Thy magic binds again
What custom strictly divided;*
All humans become brothers,*
Where thy gentle wing abides.

Whoever has succeeded in the great attempt,
To be a friend's friend,
Whoever has won a lovely wife,
Add his to the jubilation!
Yes, whoever also has just one other's Soul
To call his own on this Earth's round!
And he who never managed it should slink
Weeping from this union!

All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breasts.
All the Good, all the Evil
Follow her trail of roses.
Kisses she gave us and grapevines,
A friend, proven in death.
Lust was given to the serpent
And the cherub stands before God.

Gladly, as His suns fly
through the heavens' grand plan
Journey, brothers, on your way,
Joyful, like a hero to victory.

Be embraced, Millions!
This kiss to all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Are you collapsing, millions?
Do you sense the Creator, world?
Seek him above the starry canopy!
Above stars must He reside.
 
 

Poem to Dead-Nazi-Kraine

Oh ye worshipped
and served
BIDEN REGIME.

A cucked proxy army
of coffin meat trannies.

Serving Empire like cucks
West Neoliberalism will suck
until you are but an empty cup.

         

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 8:49 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 8:49 pm

Poem to Dead-Nazi-Kraine

Oh ye worshipped
and served
BIDEN REGIME.

A cucked proxy army
of coffin meat trannies.

Serving Empire like cucks
West Neoliberalism will suck
until you are but an empty cup.

       

A Thank-Offering

Ella Higginson - 1861-1940

Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief
     In this fair land;
For us the budded willow and the leaf,
     The peaceful strand.

For us the silver nights and golden days,
     The violet mist;
The pearly clouds pierced with vibrating rays
     Of amethyst.

At evening, every wave of our blue sea
     Hollowed to hold
A fragment of the sunset’s mystery—
     A fleck of gold.

The crimson haze is on the alder trees
     In places lush;
Already sings with sweet and lyric ease
     The western thrush.

Lord God, for some of us the days and years
     Have bitter been;
For some of us the burden and the tears,
     The gnawing sin.

For some of us, O God, the scanty store,
     The failing bin;
For some of us the gray wolf at the door,
     The red, within!

But to the hungry Thou hast given meat,
     Hast clothed the cold;
And Thou hast given courage strong and sweet
     To the sad and old.

And so we thank Thee, Thou most tender God,
     For the leaf and flower;
For the tempered winds, and quickening, velvet sod,
     And the gracious shower.

Yea, generous God, we thank Thee for this land
     Where all are fed,
Where at the doors no freezing beggars stand,
     Pleading for bread.
 
 

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 8:57 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 8:57 pm

A Thank-Offering

Ella Higginson - 1861-1940

Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief
     In this fair land;
For us the budded willow and the leaf,
     The peaceful strand.

For us the silver nights and golden days,
     The violet mist;
The pearly clouds pierced with vibrating rays
     Of amethyst.

At evening, every wave of our blue sea
     Hollowed to hold
A fragment of the sunset’s mystery—
     A fleck of gold.

The crimson haze is on the alder trees
     In places lush;
Already sings with sweet and lyric ease
     The western thrush.

Lord God, for some of us the days and years
     Have bitter been;
For some of us the burden and the tears,
     The gnawing sin.

For some of us, O God, the scanty store,
     The failing bin;
For some of us the gray wolf at the door,
     The red, within!

But to the hungry Thou hast given meat,
     Hast clothed the cold;
And Thou hast given courage strong and sweet
     To the sad and old.

And so we thank Thee, Thou most tender God,
     For the leaf and flower;
For the tempered winds, and quickening, velvet sod,
     And the gracious shower.

Yea, generous God, we thank Thee for this land
     Where all are fed,
Where at the doors no freezing beggars stand,
     Pleading for bread.

The dying Murican Empire....Thank God

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 threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden -
The savage wars of peace -
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden -
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper -
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead !

Take up the White Man's burden -
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard -
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly !) towards the light:-
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night ?"

Take up the White Man's burden -
Ye dare not stoop to less -
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man's burden -
Have done with childish days -
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers.
 
 

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 9:12 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 9:12 pm

The dying Murican Empire....Thank God

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 threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden -
The savage wars of peace -
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden -
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper -
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead !

Take up the White Man's burden -
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard -
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly !) towards the light:-
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night ?"

Take up the White Man's burden -
Ye dare not stoop to less -
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man's burden -
Have done with childish days -
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers.

white man's burden
[white man's burden]
DEFINITION

1. the task that white colonizers believed they had to impose their civilization on the inhabitants of their colonies.

" The White Man's Burden: The United States and the Philippine Islands " (1899), by Rudyard Kipling, is a poem about the Philippine–American War (1899–1902), which exhorts the United States to assume colonial control of the Filipino people and their country.

A much better poem.  I would rather think about love and joy, rather than smallness and hate.

Dream-Time

Ella Higginson - 1861-1940

It is the time when crimson stars
     Weary of heaven’s cold delight,
And take, like petals from a rose,
     Their soft and hesitating flight
Upon the cool wings of the air
     Across the purple night.

It is the time when silver sails
     Go drifting down the violet sea,
And every poppy’s crimson mouth
     Kisses to sleep a lovesick bee;
The fireweed waves her rosy plumes
     On pasture, hill and lea.

It is the time to dream—and feel
     The lanquid rocking of a boat,
The pushing ripple round the keel
     Where cool, deep-hearted lilies float,
And hear thro’ wild syringas steal
     Some songster’s drowsy note.

It is the time, at eve, to lie
     And in a hammock faintly sway,
To watch the golds and crimsons die
     Across the blue stretch of the bay;
To hear the sweet dusk tiptoe by
     In the footsteps of the day.
 
 

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 10:07 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:07 pm

white man's burden
[white man's burden]
DEFINITION

1. the task that white colonizers believed they had to impose their civilization on the inhabitants of their colonies.

" The White Man's Burden: The United States and the Philippine Islands " (1899), by Rudyard Kipling, is a poem about the Philippine–American War (1899–1902), which exhorts the United States to assume colonial control of the Filipino people and their country.

A much better poem

Dream-Time

Ella Higginson - 1861-1940

It is the time when crimson stars
     Weary of heaven’s cold delight,
And take, like petals from a rose,
     Their soft and hesitating flight
Upon the cool wings of the air
     Across the purple night.

It is the time when silver sails
     Go drifting down the violet sea,
And every poppy’s crimson mouth
     Kisses to sleep a lovesick bee;
The fireweed waves her rosy plumes
     On pasture, hill and lea.

It is the time to dream—and feel
     The lanquid rocking of a boat,
The pushing ripple round the keel
     Where cool, deep-hearted lilies float,
And hear thro’ wild syringas steal
     Some songster’s drowsy note.

It is the time, at eve, to lie
     And in a hammock faintly sway,
To watch the golds and crimsons die
     Across the blue stretch of the bay;
To hear the sweet dusk tiptoe by
     In the footsteps of the day.

We agree
The Murican Empire
aka..Biden Regime.... is dying

Thanks bro!!
 

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 10:10 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:10 pm

We agree
The Murican Empire
aka..Biden Regime.... is dying

Thanks bro!!

Nope.  You are smallness and hate.  And we overcame the smallness and hate in 2020 and 2022.  MAGA is dying in its own meanness.   James 2:14-26
English Standard VersionFaith Without Works Is Dead14 What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? 

15 If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, 16 and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good[a] is that? 

17 So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.
18 But someone will say, “You have faith and I have works.” Show me your faith apart from your works, and I will show you my faith by my works.

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 10:13 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:13 pm

Nope.  You are smallness and hate.  And we overcame the smallness and hate in 2020 and 2022.  MAGA is dying in its own meanness.

HAHAHA...Imperialist Tranny      EXPOSED    

The War Empire is Dying.

You NEW NEOCON-CHENEYS.....are the best.  Transparent.  Thanks!!!    


 

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 10:17 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:17 pm

HAHAHA...Imperialist Tranny      EXPOSED    

The War Empire is Dying.

You NEW NEOCON-CHENEYS.....are the best.  Transparent.  Thanks!!!  

Small, little man   
 

 Im the newest NEOCON Ode to BUSH/CHENEY  

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 10:21 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:21 pm

Sumela

 
 

LincolnNebraska » 27 May 2023, 6:04 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 6:04 pm

What do they call Ode?
He's The Candy Man
Passing goodies to kids
From inside his Van 

Molesting kids and pets
That's the Odious way
The twisted dirty pervert
Does it everyday

Sweeeet song man! 
I am singing it right now!
They say Michael Jackson was the Candyman   

 

Sumela » 27 May 2023, 10:22 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:22 pm

 
hello

 
 

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 10:21 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 10:21 pm

Small, little man

Dam, I love you New Neocons.  Soooo cute.  

Bomb the world...and spread the religion of Child Mutilation.  
 

jerrab » 27 May 2023, 12:13 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 12:13 pm

..This is where American diplomacy will prevail.
 

Eh, don't they know who is in charge.. well, supposed to be anyway.. of the 'diplomacy'?

 


 
 

OdeToJoy » 27 May 2023, 8:27 pm » wrote: ↑

27 May 2023, 8:27 pm

One of the most beautiful poems praising God!

Ode: To Joy By Friedrich Schiller

 

You don't believe in God, sock commie.