Koryu meets Chess

Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.

Author: Kurama

POETS IN KOZAROVYCHI

They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other Messenger, was standing watching the fight,   with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other.   ‘He’s only just out of prison, and he hadn’t finished his tea when he was sent in,’ Haigha whispered to Alice:   […]
Spring

A POET FOR EASTER

But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question.     We’re working. Working, working… But we can see spring. As we walk to work…   And we’re holding on!!! And we pray for our victory… And we pray for our victory… And we’re holding on!!!   […]
Sheeeeeeep!

POETS IN NIKOPOL

This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance   which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. This feather stirs; she lives!     An ‘orcs’ drone attack. On a market. An ‘orcs’ drone attack. On a market.   In southern Ukraine. Has killed five people. And injured […]
handy-dandy

POETS DEALING

‘Why do you sit out here all alone?’ said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument.   ‘Why, because there’s nobody with me!’ cried Humpty Dumpty. ‘Did you think I didn’t know the answer to that? Ask another.’   ‘Don’t you think you’d be safer Down on the ground?’ Alice went on, not with any […]
Take care!

POETS BEFORE EASTER

and she really did rise as she spoke, several inches; but she got hold of   the edge of the table, and managed to pull herself down again.   ‘Take care of yourself!’ screamed the White Queen, seizing Alice’s hair with both her hands. ‘Something’s going to happen!’   And then (as Alice afterwards described […]
Messengers

A POET OF NODODY

How are you, dear child?’ he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta’s neck.   Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread-and-butter.   ‘Were you happy in prison, dear child?’ said Haigha. Hatta looked round once more,   and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek: but […]
Messengers

POETS OF SOMEBODY

‘I see nobody on the road,’ said Alice. ‘I only wish I had such eyes,’ the King remarked in a fretful tone.   ‘To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!’   All this was lost on […]
Messengers

A POET OF ANYBODY

‘I see nobody on the road,’ said Alice. ‘I only wish I had such eyes,’ the King remarked in a fretful tone.   ‘To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!’   All this was lost on […]
Thorny Thrones

POETS CROSSED INTO DNIPROPETROVSK

‘Nothing!’ Alice said impatiently. ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’ ‘I’ve been knocking at it!’   ‘Shouldn’t do that – shouldn’t do that –’ the Frog muttered. ‘Wexes it, you know.’   Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his great feet.   ‘You let it alone,’ he panted out, […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS ON A MAP

Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.   Give me the map there. Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom:     The Donetsk region. Of eastern Ukraine. Has long been. In ‘Mordor’’s sights.   ‘The One’ reportedly says. He’ll […]