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.

Archive List for AS A POET

POETS IN MYKOLAIV

Pummelling surrounding villages. Forcing thousands to flee. ‘Orcs’ are on the outskirts. To the east and south.   She has decided. For her youngest children. It’s time to leave Mykolaiv. To hug and goodbye.   As the bombardment continues. She can’t let them play outside. There is shelling every day. She wants them to be […]

A POET IN BAKHMUT

For the freedom. For the freedom of the entire civilised world.   The light and the darkness. The light and the darkness between ‘Mordor’ and the entire world.   Three months a soldier. Three months a soldier had put university on hold.   Engaged he believes. Engaged he believes in the mission of his life. […]

A POET RELIEVED FROM ‘MORDOR’

‘Orcs’ captured the land. ‘Orcs’ captured, but he’s back to. ‘Orcs’ captured the land.     “I am ready to continue my fight.” In a hospital bed in his home city, Poltava.   His pelvis is supported by metal scaffolding. His recovery should take around eight months.   Despite the concerned look on his mother’s […]

A POET FROM SEVERODONETSK

To flee the heavily-bombed city. My “craziest journey” by bicycle unharmed.   From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut. At least two air strikes near me.   There were holes on the road. Everything there was smashed up.   It’s a frontline road, after all. Thank God, there were no corpses.   If one shell landed close then […]

A POET WITH A BABY

Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are my sweet heart. I am your sweet home.   Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are living on the breast. Today is another day.   You are living on the breast. You are living on lights. You are living on sounds. You are living […]

A POET ON A ROAD

Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Shot and burnt. Familiar cars need familiar faces.   Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Twisted and crumbled away. Familiar fences need familiar faces.   Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Peppered with bullet holes. Familiar doors need familiar faces.   Where am […]

A POET AT A FIRE

Pinning shadows against walls. Raise me up. Raise me up.   Feeling the breathing of fire blazes. Raise me up. Raise me up.   Creeping frozen darkness up on me. Warm me up. Warm me up.   Leading flames on my own. Warm me up. Warm me up.   *Because my friend sent me some […]

A POET AT HOME

I’m waiting for you to hear your voice. I’m praying for you to read your words. What a long long long silence is passing and passing at home.   Wherever you fight now, I’m calling your name, my dear son. Where do you fight now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.   Wherever […]
Author photos: Call Orestes, Dmytro Kozatskyi

A POET IN SUNSHINE

Welcome home, dear sunshine. A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Long absence. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Face me. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home. Welcome home. Yes, I’m alive. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome […]
Servicemen trapped in the steelworks play chess

A POET WITH CAISSA

Where is the board? Caissa is with me. Art, only art. Her ruthless breast can move.   Endless bombardment. Without water and food. Trapped or luring? Playing chess.   Not on the Mars’ tablet. Not with the mimick troops. Developing Bishop. Castling Rook.   Manoeuvring Knight. Sacrificing Queen. Marching King. Pushing passed pawns.   Where […]