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Ever Hear Of...Sir Richard Francis Burton?Well, Christmas is over and 2017 is still a few days away, but before you sink into post-Christmas depression or hit the eggnog to cope with the death of beloved Star Wars heroine Carrie Fisher (may she rest in peace, God bless her), let’s liven up the mood and ring in the New Year with another high-calorie high-octane edition of Ever Hear Of, the only series here on DeviantArt where I make history awesome again by telling you all about the badass conquerors, bloodthirsty villains, terrifying prehistoric monsters and sword-swinging heroes you’ll never hear about in your history class. Think history is boring? You’d better fucking think again, because today you’re going to get schooled about a completely crazy adrenaline-crazed nutjob who had more epic adventures on his way to the shitter at one o’clock in the morning than most lesser humans have in their entire lifetimes. A gentleman-adventurer, cartographer, writer, poet, soldier, diplomat,Ever Hear Of...Sir Richard Francis Burton? by Agawaer
'Twas The Night Before A PC Christmas'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,'Twas The Night Before A PC Christmas by Agawaer
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
It was Santa himself on his annual journey,
But he'd been ensnared by a pack of attorneys!
They looked pretty grim as they threatened to sue,
And I knew it at once: "It's the ACLU!"
They paid us no heed but went straight to their work,
They handcuffed poor Santa and said with a smirk:
"This is secular airspace, we can't have a saint,
Disrupting our flightpaths, we need some restraint.
"A sleigh full of toys is all right, we suppose,
"But faith-based incursions we've got to oppose."
The reindeer they shackled for further incitement,
And then they unpackaged a 12-count indictment.
One lawyer objected to Santa's red clothing.
"It's religiously tainted," he said with some loathing.
A Christmas Card to Britain from AmericaA Christmas Card to Britain from America by Agawaer
Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it? Is it…is it okay if I come in? Can I sit down?
You know what? I would love some tea—served hot in the little cup, just like I used to drink it back when I was a kid. Thanks for offering. It’s been so long since I’ve drunk it your way.
So how’re you holding up, Dad? Have you been doing okay? I know I don’t visit as much as I used to, and I’m sorry about that. We live so far apart these days, and we’re both so busy that we can hardly find time to catch a breath.
But I made time to see you today. I even flaked on a meeting with Germany so I could come over. I probably should have called ahead, but I was worried you might already be over at Australia's by the time I got here.
I wanted to see you because, as you probably know, today is the beginning of the holiday season. And Dad, I know we haven’t hung out or talked much in a pretty long time, but I wanted to spend som
Thoughts on the Battle of New OrleansOn January 8th, 2017, it will have been exactly 202 years since the Battle of New Orleans. The battle the last time British and American troops fought each other, and in that sense, the conflict marks the beginning of one of the most extraordinary relationships in international politics. How smoothly and quickly the two countries moved from bloody slaughter to more than two centuries of close friendship, and how remarkable that the battle seems largely overlooked these days on both sides of the Atlantic. For we Americans, the battle is probably not very well-known because the history books tend to gloss over it in favor of more titanic clashes such as Gettysburg, Yorktown and Saratoga. For the British, one reason why the battle may not be so well-remembered is because the war in America was only part of a much wider conflict. Even as she sent troops across the Atlantic, Britain was more focused on crushing Napoleon Bonaparte than dealing with upstart Yankees. The victories at WaterlooThoughts on the Battle of New Orleans by Agawaer
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DestitutionJust one more put on this earthDestitution by LUCKy-LoTi
Just one more piece of ass to parade around
Nothing but a carcass with a hollow soul
A piece of junk to toss out when it's all used up
An unholy virgin that has sinned
No hope within
No one knows what it means to be the way she is
One who stares at fire and gets burned with its immortal life
A strange one is she who laughs with demons and plays with the devil
The outer shell is their prize while she dies each time
To them, she is a simple novelty to collect dust
Her complex mind desires more than her twisted fate
Nothing more will matter once she has the key
Lock up the injustice around her whilst she dances on their ashes
Smiling an eerie smile
Simple words cross her lips
Let her be free from the impurity and escape into her own
To be more than a shell to humanity
To be more than a body for man
Cut down this vision of life and let her be
Let her live her life of darkness
For that I where I am happy
he saved me, but he killed me.he saved me by RoseScarlet
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
Night and DayViewing life through an un-cleansed lens.Night and Day by thisguyRV
We walk on by and try to defend our so called friends.
With everyone being too busy following trends;
while various women and men are meeting their end.
Let's pretend that our existence was one that was not in vain.
This planet can sustain something the others couldn't sustain.
You and I are the reason for night and day.
Some of us feel love, while the rest are obsessed with feeling pain.
When Death is hellbent to send us away;
who will repent, and who will remain..
The PenIt can cure an internal bleed,The Pen by djdarkstorm
It can put your soul at ease.
It will show you to me,
It will flow, if you please.
Hopes and dreams, all to jot.
With a touch, your shields may drop,
Moments of clarity on a paper plot-
And with enough, your pain will stop.
It can cure the itch within,
It can help you, just begin.
Believe and you will see..
That most of all,
Your pen may set you free.
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Copper's Community Contest!Copper's Community Contest
Create art celebrating the concept of community, however you define it, and whatever it means to you personally.
This contest will run until Monday, February 29th (that's right; it's leap year, folks) at 11:59PM EST.
Enter as many times as you wish, solo, or as part of a collaboration.
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