Archive for the 'poetry' Category

11 January, 2018

Posted by Socrates in Black Cities, black crime, poems, poetry, Socrates, white nationalism, White philosophy, White thought at 3:46 pm | Permanent Link

Bunnies, bunnies everywhere, so many it makes you think Bunnies, bunnies everywhere, soon you’ll need a shrink! (with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, although I wonder how he would feel about negroes?)

11 May, 2017

Posted by Socrates in 'Hillarycare', America, America-the-sitcom, health care, jewed culture, jewed politics, Jewish genetics, Jewish power, Obamacare, poems, poetry, Socrates at 1:12 pm | Permanent Link

“Jews, Jews, every where, And all the White power did shrink; Jews, Jews, every where, Nor did anyone raise a stink!” — stolen from the poem “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” The USA? Why not rename it “the JewSA”? Not only was the Obamacare architect a Jew, but the “Hillarycare” architect was also a […]

29 May, 2014

Posted by Socrates in America-the-sitcom, ancient Greece, black icons, Black literature, literature, media, poetry, pop culture, Socrates, Western civilization, Western culture, Western decline at 3:22 pm | Permanent Link

A no-talent Black poet dies and our pop culture cries big tears about it. Angelou (her real name was Johnson) was a lyric poet, and lyric poetry is a White/Western thing. Angelou was a negro, so it was never going to work (like trying to put a square peg into a round hole). In fact, […]

17 June, 2011

Posted by Socrates in 'easy credit', bankers, banking, gold, literature, poems, poetry, Socrates, Western culture at 5:22 pm | Permanent Link

“O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, Which makes bank credit like a bank of vapour.” — quote from Don Juan by the poet Lord Byron (1788-1824).

11 August, 2010

Posted by Socrates in literature, poems, poetry, Socrates, White thought at 1:13 am | Permanent Link

The famed poet Byron (1788-1824) had a flair for words, you have to admit, even if you aren’t a fan of poetry: [Website].

22 July, 2006

Posted by alex in poetry at 6:42 am | Permanent Link

The charm Whenever I am feeling sad, Because an argument is lost, I simply emulate my Dad, And scream his hate word, ‘Holocaust’.