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Ever Hear Of..Jan Sobieski and the Winged Hussars?Wake up and smell the history, kids! It’s time once again for another edition of Ever Hear Of, the periodical that makes history fun and exciting by exploring the badass, ridiculous or downright weird historical figures you’ve probably never heard of before. And today, we’re going to talk about some guys from a place that’s had a hard run of luck lately: Poland.Ever Hear Of..Jan Sobieski and the Winged Hussars? by Agawaer
Yes, Poland. Poland, like the Philippines, has had a pretty rough couple of centuries. It had a good thing going with its Commonwealth until the other European nations ganged up on it and carved it up like a fucking apple pie. It was occupied by the Nazis and then by the Soviets, which is kind of like beating brain cancer only to find out you’ve contracted the goddamn Ebola virus. And nowadays they’re living in a state of perpetual anxiety courtesy of Mr. Vladdie Putin, who has cemented his reputation as one of the biggest assholes in modern international politics (FYI, don’t wor
AtlantisSing not of old Atlantis, bard, sing not of it to me,Atlantis by Agawaer
Sing not of that once-mighty realm now lost beneath the sea.
Sing not of marble towers and the streets they paved with gold,
Sing not of mighty weapons and technology of old.
I know the song you wish to sing, I know the details all.
I know too well the story of Atlantis’ rise and fall.
I learnt it as a tiny babe upon my mother’s knee,
Of how a mighty kingdom disappeared beneath the sea.
I know about their riches, of their splendor and their might,
I’ve heard too of their decadence, which lasted day and night.
Though their realm was one of learning, one of trade and artistry,
Their genius was matched only by their sheer depravity.
For power brings forth hubris and in arrogance they craved,
To conquer the entire world and make all men their slaves.
And so their armies sallied forth to conquest and to war,
And so their mighty navy touched the sands of every shore.
The kings of men they humbled and their severed necks
Ever Hear Of...Ching Shih?Well, International Talk Like A Pirate Day is nearly upon us once again, and you know what that means: It’s time for yet another adrenaline-fueled rip-roaring high-octane episode of Ever Hear Of, the only serial here on DeviantArt where I help make history fun and exciting by talking about all the awesome historical figures you’ve probably never even heard of before.Ever Hear Of...Ching Shih? by Agawaer
And you’d better buckle your seat belts and hold on to your hats, because in this installment we’re going to swash our buckles and get our rogers jolly by talking about a pirate so famous and so ferocious that in the space of just ten years, she commanded tens of thousands of pirates, had a fleet of over a thousand ships, accumulated a fucking insane treasure hoard, went toe-to-toe with Imperial China, the British Empire and the Dutch Empire and won, and ultimately lived to a ripe old age and died peacefully in bed. A shit-wrecking pirate queen who clawed her way to the t
Glenmora and the FarmIf you happen to find yourself in Rapides Parish, Louisiana, and have some time to kill, drive half an hour south through Woodworth and Forest Hill and you’ll reach a tiny little hamlet called Glenmora.Glenmora and the Farm by Agawaer
It’s one of a diminishing number of small towns in rural America—sort of like Mayberry from the Andy Griffith Show but with more seafood. It’s a small, close-knit community of good people with good hearts, where you can leave your door unlocked at night if you leave the house and never worry about someone breaking in. It’s nestled in the green embrace of the Kisatchie National Forest, surrounded on all sides by majestic thick woods and groves of magnificent oak trees, and if you want to go exploring, all you’ve got to do is walk off the beaten path and keep walking. In a world that’s moving ever-faster and growing more connected by the day, Glenmora offers something that’s becoming harder and harder to find: a sense of slowness, of
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The Sock SongOne or two, old and new.The Sock Song by Kate-ColourTheory
These socks don't have any clue.
They keep me warm day and night,
and hang to dry in morning light.
Wind and rain come out and play.
Dear old socks got swept away.
It was my washer; drank them down.
Those are my socks, I pout and frown.
Sailing high on wind and wing,
[un]lucky socks, my words will spring
to the clouds, here I howl:
Missing socks, come home right now!
But my socks, they don't listen.
Wet and cold with rain-drops glisten.
From the sky to the gutter,
coloured wool falls with a flutter.
Blown away in a rushing wave,
my poor lost socks none will save.
Now to find a new cozy pair,
please don't flee; I've none to spare.
Unforeseen LoveUnforeseen Love 3/30/01Unforeseen Love by shep4life
There is a love I've never seen.
I wait by the window of the future.
There is a love I cannot comprehend,
it's close - it's there in front of me.
There exists a face I've never gazed upon,
to which I give myself to.
This heart I know already because
it is the same as mine.
There is a soft hand I've never held before,
but I feel it now.
We walk the lone beach at night
following the moonbeam that
lingers all around her silhouetted
body I've never laid eyes on.
She owns precious lips I've never caressed.
Soon, my sweet stranger of loss, it will happen.
I knock on the redwood door,
she is just beyond my shaking reach.
She is an enigma, a piece of
a ongoing dream I can't erase.
She is a soft breeze I
feel but cannot see.
My weary eyes are blurry.
She covers herself in an
array of purity and kindness.
Her heart beats with mine.
Our dreams...the same.
I've never longed so much
for a love I've never seen.
I hope that she too, waits by
the window of our
I am no MacbethMost young boys dreamI am no Macbeth by living-in-his-head
of becoming a cop or firefighter
when they grow up,
while I dreamt
of being a husband
I am definitely no Macbeth,
armed with a dagger
and poised to kill.
But I am a Romeo,
with romantic notions
in plentiful bounty
behind my promising lips.
Pyres aren't just for the dead.I am a fire-starter;Pyres aren't just for the dead. by seaboundstars
all dragon's breath,
birthed by flame.
When you finally said
you needed me, I was
already reborn. Ash smeared
along my face,
fire drizzling my body.
I'm not the girl you were
hoping for, darling.
Too wild for your clammy
hands to grip and sculpt,
I am blazing, igniting.
My hands house infernos, my
heart is now a hearth.
I do not need
you to keep me warm.
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