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Tom Riley

Old Marse Robert Samples Aleksandr Dugin’s Vodka and Finds It Good

6/16/2022

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“Aggressive abroad and despotic at home.”


The unipolar world is at an end--
Which suits me fine. The Yankees went too far,
As Yankees always go. Now they descend.
I’m watching their imaginary star
Plummet. The tortured earth it’s sure to scar
Again – a sort of global spouse abuse.
But keep the victim handcuffed? No cigar.
Expecting that, the Yankees prove obtuse
Beyond their former measure. Fast and loose
They’ve played since 1860. For a while,
It served them well. But now, neck in the noose,
Their empire will be throttled, and in style.
And all of the disasters that we see?
Predicted by the Last of Heroes, Lee.
This poem was previously published at FlammeusGladdeus.
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Villanelle of Undying Honor

3/25/2022

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They took your statue down.  You’re honored still:
Honored by those who understand you well,
Honored by condemnation from George Will.

To you, we know, it’s not a bitter pill,
This moment when the seas of hatred swell.
They took your statue down.  You’re honored still

For great strength, virile heart, and iron will.
You’re honored by your vile detractors’ smell,
Honored by condemnation from George Will

(Who never fails to let effete words spill),
Honored by truths that shrieks cannot dispel.
They took your statue down.  You’re honored still.

Emasculated mobs can’t seize the hill
On which the memories of heroes dwell.
Honored by condemnation from George Will,

You need not take a bow.  Our spirits thrill
To think how manfully you rode through hell.
They took your statue down?  You’re honored still--
Honored by condemnation from George Will.
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Uncounted Victories

9/19/2021

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​Kabul has fallen to the Taliban--
But do not say our military brass
Have failed.  They’ve had some setbacks, sure.  Alas
For those!  But think of all their triumphs, man!
Obsolete thought is in the garbage can.
Stereotypes are shattering like glass
On Kristallnacht, and loads of tranny ass
Are in the service now.  Plus, there’s that ban
On Rebel Flags that Southern soldiers dared
To fly in decades past, on hatred fed
Until our leaders showed how much they cared.
Esteem for Bedford Forrest now is dead
Because the most woke grievances were aired.
Our bases fly the Rainbow Flag instead.

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American Aurelius

9/5/2021

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Esteem you for your genius?  Just a little--
But most of all your people loved the peace
That stood behind your fury.  In the middle
Of your much-troubled heart, there dwelt surcease
From trouble’s weight and unrestrained increase,
From victory’s excess, defeat’s despair.
The calm philosophers of Ancient Greece
Had nothing on you, Old Marse Robert, there.
Oh, sure, you had a temper – and would dare
To show it now and then.  Was that a flaw?
Our flawed humanity can hardly care.
Only the smallest souls here opt to gnaw.
Your whole life built a monument to duty--
A structure now unparalleled for beauty.
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    Tom Riley was born in Buffalo, but through study has become a Rebel from Yankeeland.  He works as a freelance copywriter and is the author of Love Poems of a Hatemonger and The Ghost of Biden’s Brain.

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