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

Thorny Thrones

POETS DURING A COLD SNAP

She was standing Before an arched doorway over which were the words QUEEN ALICE in large letters,   and on each side of the arch there was a bell-handle; one was marked ‘Visitors’ Bell,’ and the other ‘Servants’ Bell.’     Twelve miners. Have been killed. By an ‘orcs’ drone strike. In eastern Ukraine.   […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS ON BOCHAROVA STREET

He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up   into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud – ‘fit to snore his head off!’ as Tweedledum remarked.   ‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,’ said Alice, who was a very thoughtful […]
Passengers

POETS IN TERNIVKA

All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope, then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass.   At last he said, ‘You’re travelling the wrong way,’ and shut up the window and went away.     After the strike. On the DTEK bus. In the town of Ternivka. The […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

POETS RESPONSIBLE

Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her   like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared   it was more likely to be a wild beast. ‘Are there any lions or tigers about here?’ she asked timidly.   ‘It’s only the […]
Thorny Thrones

A POET FROM SLOVYANSK

She was standing Before an arched doorway over which were the words QUEEN ALICE in large letters,   and on each side of the arch there was a bell-handle; one was marked ‘Visitors’ Bell,’ and the other ‘Servants’ Bell.’     The quiet of. A Kyiv cemetery is broken. By a trumpet salute. Then a […]
Sheeeeeeep!

POETS NEEDLED

She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself up in wool.   Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn’t make out what had happened at all.   Was she in a shop? And was that really – was it really a sheep that was sitting on   the other […]
Thunder&Lightning

A POET SENDING OUT

“Will we lose? Of course not”. “Will we lose? Of course not”.   ‘Gandalf the Green’. Continues to send out. A firm message. Of defiance.     First let me talk with this philosopher. What is the cause of thunder? Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house.   I’ll talk a word […]
VINCENT WON #360

POETS ON A HELMET

Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing.     He has been banned. From competing. In the Winter Olympics. After saying.   He would only compete. If he was allowed. To wear his. “Helmet of remembrance”.     What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. […]
The First Freestyle World Championship Final!

POETS IN BOHODUKHIV

I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She’s dead as earth. She’s dead as earth.   Lend me a looking-glass; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.     In a statement. The regional head described. The ‘orcs’ attack on Bohodukhiv. As “brutal”.   He […]
Rest In Peace, Danya...

A POET AVOIDING

Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her   like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared   it was more likely to be a wild beast. ‘Are there any lions or tigers about here?’ she asked timidly.   ‘It’s only the […]