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Many poets have been sending in poetry on Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Post your poetry directly below.
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From what I understand this war is a wonderful idea because it will make driving and eating so expensive that Global Warming will be completely stopped. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but if Global Warming gets any worse here in south Texas, we’re all gonna freeze our como se llamas off!
Maybe researching the difference between ‘weather’ and ‘climate’ will help you understand the concept of climate change. Or you can just accept that wind turbines (‘windmills’ as the ignorant call them) cause cancer, etc., etc.
Windmill
A windmill is a structure that converts wind power into rotational energy by means of vanes called sails or blades, specifically to mill grain, but the term is also extended to windpumps, wind turbines and other applications. -Wikipedia…
In the Age of Google, no one need remain ignorant, Paul. You’re welcome!
I’ve also researched weather and climate. It seems it’s weather if it’s cooler than usual. If it’s warmer than usual, then it’s a climate catastrophe. I learned that one from a Climate Scientist.
By simply typing ‘Are a windmill and a wind turbine different into ‘Google’, you would discover what’s below: “Windmills are a wind-powered device that converts the energy of wind by means of vanes into mechanical energy. Wind turbines convert the kinetic energy of wind to generate large amounts of electricity to power homes.”
No one needs to remain ignorant, Mike. You’re welcome!
And that’s exactly what my source, Wiki, says. In other words, it is perfectly acceptable to call one of the spinning money and energy-wasting crucifixes a windmill.
Paul, just for you, I’ve done some more research. I decided to use the Cambridge Academic Content Dictionary as a source. I hope that is acceptable.
windmill
noun [ C ]
US /ˈwɪnd·mɪl/
a building or structure with large blades on the outside that, when turned by the force of the wind, provide electrical or mechanical power
So, apparently, Cambridge acknowledges that ‘windmill’ is a correct word to use in the USA for an ancient wind powered water pump, grain grinder or, yes, electrical generator. So either all Americans are ‘ignorant’ or you owe all Americans an apology.
I thought ‘Get Green Now Dot Com’ puts it simply enough.
“Well, both (windmills and wind turbines) use wind energy and convert it into other forms of energy for everyday life and use. However, windmills mainly convert wind energy to mechanical energy (to crush grain), whereas wind turbines convert wind energy directly to electrical energy (AKA electricity).”
Meanwhile, I apologise to anyone offended by the truth who will disregard 99% of sources in favour of that 1% that saves face.
You’re right… they put it simply… simply wrong.
They said, “… whereas wind turbines convert wind energy directly to electrical energy (AKA electricity)”
That is not true. I admit it does sound sciencey but a turbine is only the blades or the sails of the device. The turbine (blades) of the device are connected to a shaft. The wind energy is converted to the mechanical energy of the spinning shaft. At that point, the shaft may be connected to a grinder, a lathe, a pump, a saw or to any mechanical device the user requires, like the mechanical part of a generator which converts the mechanical energy into electrical energy.
The windmills in the Netherlands have sails or blades (turbines) connected to a shaft connected to a water pump. They also use windmills to make a trifling amount of electricity.
In Texas, ranchers use windmills to pump water which is held in stock tanks (ponds). The word “windmill” has come to mean any turbine powered by the wind that provides any kind of mechanical work, like spinning the mechanical shaft in a generator.
I wonder if Don Quixote checked to make sure that the windmills he was tilting at were milling grain and not pumping water.
Sure, I know the people that have been getting rich from windmills want me, and everyone else, to call them ‘wind turbines,” but I do know that it’s all salesmanship. How could they sell windmills for billions of dollars?
The word “windmill” has simply entered the English language, at least the American English language, as a term for anything that looks like a windmill.
Still tilting?
Yep!
Since 1888:
https://aermotorwindmill.com/
as per Raúl de Cwesibe:
Cervantes has been admired for his famous passage of Don Quixote attacking the windmill, not least of all, as a brilliant metaphor of the pointlessness of fighting reality, advancing technological progress, historical change, etc., a theme contributors here @SCP & St. Elsewhere could certainly take to heart.
Thoughts Concerning The Strange “Special Military Operation” Currrently Unfolding In Some Distant Land
Russia’s invaded Ukraine & suddenly
everyone’s traded their brains for cottage cheese.
Sure, it seems true that this war is incorrect.
Still, I can’t tell why so many people care,
people who shrugged when the fall of Kabul fell,
saying, “Quite frankly, it’s right we’ve left that hell;
“what does it matter we forfeited those trucks,
“choppers, equipment, & rooms of cash to those
“jackals who murdered our troops & friends for years?–
“No, that’s alright, but this issue of Ukraine–
“all must be spent for their acting president,
“Vlod [who seems brave, but intent on World War III]–
“gas will increase; that’s alright– we drive Teslas–
“all must be sac’ed; inflation’s Elon Musk’s myth.”
Who knows and who cares?
Who goes where the roses wear
the pale face of death?
It was perfectly OK to abandon Vietnam.
It was perfectly OK to abandon Iraq.
It was perfectly OK to abandon Afghanistan.
But it’s NOT OK to abandon the Ukraine.
Makes no sense? No, it makes perfect sense. The people who were happy about our abandonment of Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan were on the side of our victorious enemies. They loved the Vietcong, the fundamentalist Sunni Iraqis, and the Taliban terrorists.
But they viscerally hate Vladimir Putin, who has scorned their stupid left-liberal ideology, shows contempt for the loathsome George Soros, and who is actually standing up for traditionalist Western values.
So, quite logically for these people, the Ukraine must be defended at all costs. Even a nuclear holocaust.
In one of his endless series of bad poems here, Lieutenant-Colonel Peterson said this:
No matter how stringent is the sanction
Force must be met with force in combat action
Regardless of what will be the cost,
Without countering the force, all will be lost.
The sentiments expressed in that witless quatrain are a call for a major war in Europe. I can’t think of a more irresponsible thing he could have said at this perilous time. It is exactly the kind of bellicose idiocy that was being trumpeted in every European city after the shooting in Sarajevo in 1914.
It does make perfect sense, Joe. The Covid emergency powers ran out of gas, so now we are under a new emergency.
https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2022/03/perhaps_tucker_carlsons_most_profound_monologue_ever.html
Saul Alinsky believed you should never let a crisis go to waste. I suppose it’s really forward thinking when you create the crisis yourself.
Absolutely right, Mike. Everything that Biden is doing is COMPLETELY ILLEGAL: seizing the private property of Russian nationals here in America, wrecking the Russian ruble, compelling banking and financial institutions to ostracize Russia, deliberately interfering with the sale of Russian gas and oil, spouting the most provocative and stupid anti-Russian propaganda… doesn’t anyone in America see that this warmongering bluster and aggression is idiotic and dangerous behavior?
The Democrats want a major war. Their COVID tyranny hasn’t really gotten them the results they had hoped for. They are now deliberately pushing Russia into a corner so that there will be a bloody explosion. They are betting that such an explosion will short-circuit the coming midterm elections, and prevent the Republican landslide that they fear, and also give Biden untrammelled powers over American citizens.
And stupid Americans (including too many so-called “conservatives”) are going along with it, moaning and groaning about the “poor Ukrainians.”
While illegally ruining the ruble and banning Russian oil, our oil, gas and gasoline must necessarily skyrocket in price… supply and demand. That means that all Americans MUST pay more for EVERYTHING because everything depends on our sources of energy. As the prices rise, so do our taxes… all while the poorest all over the world suffer. That’s not very Christian, is it?
Ah! I did not call for a major war anywhere, nor a nuclear war. The truth is still the truth as expressed in the quatrain, but application requires strategic thinking. You may have missed my self-defense statements earlier. Poetry does permit inferences, whether unfounded or inaccurate, but that was not what I had in mind.
It may not be what you meant, but it is clearly what you said.
“Force must be met with force in combat action” is a straightforward call for battle. Can you parse that sentence for us, and tell us how it means something different?
You admitted earlier that you were “straddling the ideological fence on this issue” for personal reasons. Are you now trying to straddle the fence on what you mean by “combat action”?
As it says in the “Sanctions…” poem as paraphrased, unless force is met with force, all is lost. Sanctions are insufficient to stop an invading force. Ukraine understood that (among other things) and is putting up fierce resistance. That is the present “force meeting force” scenario. NATO, though, must be prepared for combat action should it come to that as the self-defense mechanism that it professes. That is the second “force meeting force” scenario.
In other words, if the Ukrainians can’t win you want NATO forces to intervene militarily. Is that it?
The Ukraine isn’t even a NATO member, and already you’re planning for NATO to go to war? Really?
I think you’d better sit down, have a stiff drink, and think this out again.
No. Ukraine is not a NATO member. Oh, by the way, I went back to the poem. I remember now what I had in mind was a third scenario: Sanctions would not deter the Russians, since they thought with the present administration there would be no forces other than Ukraine in place to stop them with force. They were correct in their assessment, but miscalculated Ukraine resistance.
Speaking of war:
https://www.thelibertybeacon.com/has-our-government-declared-war-on-us/
Sometimes being bombarded
Beats leaving your home
Sometimes the blasts become too much
And to safety all shall roam
A mother in labor
Camps of children lying in their graves
Maternity wards with no savior
State news brain washing its slaves
Russkis rode in on tank-back
Stocked with ammo and their guns
Shelled and mortared civilians
Indiscriminate of no one
Our Politicians and our pundits
Voices silenced by NATO plans
Spitting, cursing, bloviating
No help for Ukraine humans
Westerners white washing
The purple blood stains from our hands
Black plumes of fumes from oil
Enrich green eyed greed at gas stands
The hounds of war are barking
Up the trees in Tinder Town
Pyro Putin placed atop the lot
Ready to burn it to the ground
If this it and the world must dance
One last world war waltz
I hope the floor is wiped away and
Man’s Truth defects into God’s False
General Millie has announced that the troops will definitely NOT fight World War III unless the troops all get new outfits.
China has kindly agreed to supply the “quite smart” new uniforms before they blow them all to smithereens.
Maybe this thread should end on a note of utter harebrained idiocy: the American Kennel Club has just announced that at its Best of Breeds competition this June, NO RUSSIAN DOGS will be allowed to enter the contest.
No kidding. Even Russian dogs are guilty of war crimes!
I guess we’ll have to revise upwards our estimate of the sheer stupidity of the American people.
I think the International Cat Federation banned cats first. Fédération Internationale Féline, or FIFe, a group that considers itself “the United Nations of cat federations,” with members from over 40 countries, said in a statement on its website that it “cannot just witness these atrocities and do nothing”… and, oh gosh! I used to own a Russian hamster… do you think that amounts to a war crime?!
Freedom Fries all round!
Haiku
by Ibe Ware Desu, LC
for Roy E. Peterson
In Fukuoka,
cheery cherry blossoms bloom,
far from Chernihiv.
Mariupol, March 20, 2022
by Radice Lebewsu
There still are other cities left—Odessa and Ky’iv.
There still are people in Ukraine, who want to be and live.
Amidst the ruins, other men appear, their faces dark,
from dust, gun powder, and the breath of freedom burning, stark.
Those chests that burst and fall are followed by avenging souls;
they are the loving, living fighters, Mariupol’s own.
Their breadth is heavier than death’s explosions going off.
Their firm resistance greater than the sneer of Putin’s scoff.
We wake up to the headlines of Ukraine. We are dismayed.
We sleep, we eat, we work; they still resist, day after day.
From land, from air, from sea, bombardment keeps continuing,
the piling misery and ruins this first day of Spring.
The impetus for this dodeca takes its cue from “Letter to Stalingrad” by Brazilian Modernist Carlos Drummind de Andrade (1902-1987). One irony of Putin’s war is that his military minions are killing hundreds of Mariupol’s inhabitants who are largely and traditionally Russian. Of a prewar population of more than 400,000, over 40% were of Russian ethnicity.
as per Beau Lecsi Werd:
Drummond.
Ukraine Abandoned
I am chained upon this mountain side
A sacrificial feast,
For the hungry bear that roams the barren wasteland of the East,
I can hear the stamping of his paws,
The grinding of this teeth,
The claws that rip the tender flesh, devour what’s underneath.
I gave my weapons up to you, In 1994,
You said that you would come for me, if there ever was a war,
But war is here, and it seems that you are nowhere to be seen,
The promises of Western powers, are merely lies and dreams,
You think I am the maiden, sacrificed for peace,
But I am the Pandora’s box, from which horror is released,
If you will not come to my aid, the path is global war,
With brother fighting brother, as has ever been before.
The princes in their power, move pieces on the board,
Giving up the Ukraine, to appease the Russian horde,
But the fight will soon come to their door, their mothers and their sons,
For it will be the same for all, as it is allowed for one.
You say Putin is the monster, the source of all the pain,
Invading land he doesn’t own, for nationalistic gain,
But it was you who held out NATO, used Ukraine as a shield,
But left them in the hour of need, to be slaughtered on the field,
So many for the “current thing”
So many now for war.
Last year it was the vaccine.
What is thinking for?
Truth is the first casualty in war.
https://summit.news/2022/03/25/ukraine-ministry-of-defense-brags-about-fake-video-game-footage/
This study explains why, and how to make, people support the “current thing” whether masking, vaccines, mandates, BLM, “peaceful” protests, or yes, even going into WWIII to support the most corrupt dictatorship on earth, Ukraine.
https://chicagounbound.uchicago.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1036&context=public_law_and_legal_theory#:~:text=An%20availability%20cascade%20is%20a,rising%20availability%20in%20public%20discourse
Within Byshiv
by Audre L. Besciew
Within Byshiv, upon a rocky pedestal, it stands,
a bust of Taras Shévchenko, in pink and gray commands.
The balding, mustached face, is faced away, from busted House
of Culture, in the ruined rubble of the Russian roust.
The trees are bare, but for the evergreen there by its side;
the clouds are covering the yellow sun and azure sky.
West of Ky’iv, the village has been shelled by Russian planes;
amidst the massive mess, the chiseled block of stone remains:
March marches on, the fate of the Ukrainian dissent
in humble hands, hard truth’s armed lands, a faithful testament.
Audre L. Besciew is a poet of Ukraine. The last, full two lines are drawn from “Fate” by the Romantic Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko (1814-1861). Byshiv is a town 40 kilometers from Ky’iv between two-and-three-thousand inhabitants.
Here’s my two cents:
What can the sunflower say to the sky?
It follows the sun; it never asks why.
The rockets fly past, the tanks they roll on
Winter sets in with a cold that is long.
Sanctions are threatened, their impact is hollow
Who thinks of the people; who knows their sorrows?
What can the sunflower say to the sky?
It follows the sun; it never asks why.
Decommunization, the anthem they sang
While the clappers on church bells solemnly rang
Kyiv, Kharkiv, Odessa and Donbas
They cringed and they cowered with every blast.
What can the sunflower say to the sky?
It follows the sun; it never asks why.
Armoured vehicles push into Ukraine
Who thinks of the people; who knows their pain?
Every border’s attacked, the world wrings its hands
But they still do not move, nor yet make a stand.
What can the sunflower say to the sky?
It follows the sun; it never asks why.
It’s your land, your country, you’re ready to fight
No matter the foe, no matter its might.
To the last inch, the last breath, last woman, or man.
Though the world does nothing, the World understands.
What can the sunflower say to the sky?
It follows the sun; it cannot ask why.
Refugee
Sitting alone in the station
Criss-crossing her legs in despair,
Silent in deep concentration
She’s twisting her light wavy hair.
The man she loves has departed,
To fight in an unwanted war,
Leaving her half broken-hearted,
Proud, angry, upset and unsure.
Some words she meant to have spoken,
And some words she wished she had said,
Later, were told to the token,
She keeps by the side of her bed.
“I’m sorry for all my misgiving
Be brave, but come back to me soon.
Be strong, come back to me living,
We’ll wed on the solstice in June”.
VLADEEEEEMEER POOT IN
VLADEEEEEMEEER POOT IN
Vlad….VladHIM HERE.
VLad. VladIM NOT HERE…THERE
THERE VLAD…. HiM OVER THERE.
VLADEEEEEEMEEER POOT IN
YET PUT OUT…..once again!
The Rape of Ukraine
A tale foretold: the Russian bear’s Macbeth
Awash in bloodlust, loosed a tyrant’s sins.
Now, cowed by fear and Axis’ threats of death,
The World stands by as Ukraine’s rape begins.
Invasion triggered by the weakest West
Encountered lo! these past two hundred years
Emboldened comrades’ acquisition quests
Whilst chastened western men awoke to tears.
The wizened wanderer, his gaze cast high,
Prayed gifts from God rain down from Heaven’s beams,
Pied piping prophesy as Doom drew nigh.
The lessons hist’ry taught succumbed to dreams.
What hubris fuels the thought that Evil fails
Once Ukraine’s rape is done and woe prevails?
I support the Current Thing.
The Current Thing today’s Ukraine.
I love Biden’s Bio Labs,
Love the MRNA jabs.
Republicans and Democrats
Are beastly, bloated bureaucrats.
Send Ukraine our youth, that’s fine…
World War III’s a damned gold mine!
Sorry for Ukraine. What could have I done? it’s all beyond me. I blame NATO for all of this, and countries that are a non-member are the ones that sooner/later may be attacked by those under NATO (because it does not protect them; they’re a non-member). Lastly, countries that produce explosives , sell them and buy them, are a ticking-time-bomb in front of our eyes.
Battle Cry (An elegy) for Ukraine
Neighbor son and daughter
We gather in the night
The bombs, they keep on falling
As we shield from fire and fright
They come from far and away
We hear their whistle flying
We hear them when they land
We live through death and dying
Destroying homes and families
As we struggle for our good earth
And amidst this carnage an infant
battles, crying, through his birth
Dear friend, daughter and my son
The land is cold and deathly dark
Our bodies lie fallen in the streets
And dearest mother died in the park
The bullets fly and the bombs, they fall
As each new day the fight goes on
Killing old man, maiden, young man, child
Yet new hope rises with the sun at dawn
Dear neighbor, daughter and my son
Our struggle has just begun
We will not stop until freedom
Has taken hold and won
David Menary
The Invader’s Question
If you live on land I want,
And I take it even after I destroy it
Even after I murder you and all you love
Will one day I answer a knock at my door
To find a man named Karma holding a shovel
Who says, “Go bury the dead, one by one,
Then should you finish before you die,
Find a spot amidst the rubble, and
Lie down upon that blood soaked land, and cry.”
by
Jay Hoecker
April 22, 2022, Rochester, MN
A Rust-Covered Sword (Once Bloody)’
by
Yorkshire, England, based poet
Alan S Jeeves
_I_
You may assail me with your Kazak blade
Then, in a single moment, I am gone;
In the darkness of the daylight I go,
My heart beats its last and I am no more
And you praise your combat skill and prowess
(Your smile is a wry smile, a soldier’s smile)
But my tears form raindrops before I die
That rise to heaven where they are welcomed
And rain lasts forever (and one day too)
Then, the sword shall be rusted and futile.
_II_
Yet, my pen is of gold, tarnishing not,
And it strikes at your soul and speaks the truth
For, its words will live for two thousand years
(As the words of Jesus are heard today)
So, you seize my pencil to snap in two
Though, I hone both halves to write with each hand:
Now, your tears pointlessly fall to the ground
Where, there, they dry and are lost for all time.
A fresh drop of rain will wash them away,
I know it will come – the raindrop is me.
Salute to The Ukraine
Now July has come and gone
its Ukrainian offensive overblown
as many thought but none dared say
while Ukraine’s servants screamed “Obey!”
Passing Time those lying curtains raised
we can see clearly through that haze
artillery duels are lost, not won
when the enemy outnumbers by 15 to 1
Ukraine’s triumphant march continues
and in reverse direction now
its black earth left in Eastern lands
Great Catherine conquered and still demands
Cossack thugs with cunning, empty minds
renowned for pogroms, tortures, Volhynian crimes
honored by postage stamp, street name and monument
Ukraine revels in the killers and forgets their dead
Limitless steppes, fertile Ukrainian fields
part of a great nation, nowhere to be seen
its worthless poets under Pushkin’s shade,
like piles of dogshit by a great oak, fade
Ukraine’s bright future lies ahead
unreachable, its endless present full of dread
paradise to warlords, oligarchs, officials for gain
the world shrugs and calls it, despectively, Ukraine
2022
Inspired by Joseph Brodsky’s poem
On Ukrainian Independence