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In the realm of thought, where giants divide, Continental and Analytic, side by side, Russell and Heidegger, their paths collide, Each with their own critique, none could hide. "Obscure and eccentric," Russell chides, Heidegger's thoughts, where language abides, Yet in his question, darkness resides, Why beings exist, and not nothing besides? Through the mist of terms, where meaning hides, Heidegger seeks the truth of the tides, Of Dasein's nature, in presence it glides, In beings, their thatness and whatness, he guides. Two worlds of thought, a chasm so wide, Continental and Analytic, they coincide, In the heart of philosophy's great divide, Where wisdom and folly forever reside. Heidegger's Hut, a refuge, a shrine, In the Black Forest, where silence aligns, With Being and Time, his work defines, A quest for the essence that underlies. Yet shadows of the past, they intertwine, The stain of Nazism, a mark malign, Heidegger's legacy, forever confined, To a ...

  Dziś w operze królewskiej In Arcadian fields where shepherds roam, And nymphs delight in nature's home, Galatea, a semi-divine fair, Is in love with Acis, a shepherd rare. But her passions are ignited by the birds, So she sings "Hush, ye pretty warbling quire!" without any words, To silence the sounds that make her heart sing, And help her focus on her beloved's loving. Damon, Acis's friend, provides counsel wise, Singing "Love in her eyes sits playing" with his melodious sighs, As the young lovers meet and sing "Happy we", Echoed by the chorus, in joyful harmony. But the pastoral mood is broken by a chorus dire, "No joy shall last," they warn with fearful desire, For Polyphemus, a giant, jealous and cruel, Is coming with rage and vengeance, a powerful fuel. Polyphemus sings "I rage, I melt, I burn", Part-comic, part-furioso, in his jealous yearn, For Galatea, who spurns his love with disdain, While Acis and Damon try to w...

Juliette, a beauty of the Riviera shore, Flirtatious and free, the town's talk and more. Her spirit untamed, her reputation wild, Traditional values she refused to abide. Many men courted her, but none could compare, To Antoine, the man who stole her heart and dared. He worked in her brother's garage, simple and true, Their love defying the norms of what society knew. But Antoine's family disapproved of their love, While Eric, a wealthy man, threatened to shove. He owned the property where Antoine's family resided, Threatening eviction if their relationship wasn't divided. Christian, another man, became jealous of Antoine, Following them to the beach, where his intentions were not benign. He tried to rape Juliette, but she managed to flee, Defying the men who wished to control and oversee. At a party, Eric tried to kiss her, but she slapped him instead, Proving that Juliette's spirit could not be easily led. Antoine and Juliette decided to escape and be free, Dr...

  Czatkowe wierszowanie In the summer sun on the French Riviera, Cécile basked in the freedom of her days, With father Raymond and his mistress, Elsa, Their idyllic life a sun-kissed, carefree phase. But Anne, a friend, arrived with intellect, Disapproving of their ways and their delight, Cécile feared her presence would affect Her father's life and bring an end to their respite. As jealousy took root in Cécile's heart, She plotted to break Anne and Raymond apart, Her manipulations led to tragic art, And tears streamed down her face with a broken heart. No longer a child, but still afraid to lose, Her father, someone she thought she knew, She cried for love she never fully knew, And bid adieu to her summer of "Bonjour Tristesse" anew.

  At first, I was angry when my friends would say That voting's not worth it, and they'd stay away But lately, Kazik Staszewski made it clear He won't be voting, and I can see why, I fear There's simply no one to vote for, it seems No good options to fulfill our dreams But if we all abstained, then what would we do? Our democracy would crumble, it's true It's like a categorical imperative, they say To ensure democracy, we must vote, come what may But that argument falls short, for people will still go Even if we don't, democracy will still flow It all comes down to the individual's choice To vote or not, it's a risky throw of the dice Yet in ancient Athens, and briefly under Duda's reign Some believed that lottery was a more democratic game And in India, arranged marriages are praised For life itself is a lottery, they're amazed From the individual's perspective, every choice we make Is a gamble, a risk we must undertake So should we vote...

Amidst the conflict and the strife, The West has shown remarkable life, United in defense of Ukraine, Against Russia's power-hungry reign. But has this unity come at a cost, Of influence and external exhaust? A question posed in a new poll, With answers that may take a toll. Western public opinion still stands strong, Against Putin's rule and his wrongs, Majority sees Russia as a foe, Reducing fossil fuel dependence as the way to go. The West's renewed power has been noted, By non-Western nations, feeling devoted, To seeing the West as a single entity, With policies that lack much diversity. But a gap still remains in perception, About the state of the world's direction, Less than 10% believe in a U.S. dominated future, Multipolar world is the vision of the many, not fewer. As the conflict rages on in Ukraine, And nations take their sides in the main, The world awaits with bated breath, What kind of order will come after this test.

Innocent am I, of the war's great strife, Though the radio waves carried words rife, Gliwice's station may have been the source, But I, Franciszek Dolas, bear no remorse. If I am blamed for the world's turmoil, Let it be known, it was not my toil, Accidentally, if I caused such harm, I plead for forgiveness, with no alarm. For I am but a simple man, Trying to live the best I can, Rhyming words to express my heart, Hoping my innocence, you won't depart.

  Achebe In Nigeria's land, where the sun burns bright, And the Igbo people lived with all their might, A warrior named Okonkwo rose to fame, With his strength and courage, and his warrior's name. He was a man of pride, of power, and of wealth, Who followed tradition and the ways of his health, And rose to lead his people with might, In a world that was yet to face its plight. For the winds of change were soon to blow, As the white man arrived with a different flow, With their guns and bibles and their ways of life, That threatened the Igbo people's strife. Okonkwo saw this as a great threat, To his people's ways, and their cultural debt, He tried to resist the white man's hold, But soon found himself alone in the fold. The white man came with promises of light, Of a new religion, of a new sight, And the Igbo people, confused and lost, Began to see the white man's cost. Their language, their customs, their very soul, Began to crumble under the white man's co...

  Kate Forbes thought she had it all, To lead the Scottish Nation, But her views on social issues, Brought her to her present station. Against same-sex marriage, Gender self-identification too, Her beliefs are not in line, With the party and its crew. In just 48 hours time, Her campaign was on the brink, With little hope to carry on, Her leadership dreams did shrink. It goes to show that honesty, Is not always the way to win, Especially when your views, Are not the same as those within.

The scandal of pedophilia from the day before, And yesterday's argument over Pope John Paul II, Remind us that the elections have begun once more, But will they truly bring change, or just déjà vu? If the Civic Platform wins, it'll be a moral victory, But there'll be complete immobilization in sight, All their initiatives will be blocked by the President's authority, And the country will plunge deeper into the night. I used to call him "Długopis" with disdain, But now it seems he doesn't even listen to PiS, Tusk won't be heard at all, that's plain, And even the Constitutional Court is acting amiss. Ironically, we have checks and balances in place, But it's either freedom securing freedom or "rejtanizm", Or as the Americans say, "filibusterism", Or perhaps we're institutionalizing Polish political anarchism. We're returning to something Kaczyński fought against, And he'll probably admit defeat with a sigh, But am ...

  In the halls of power, a decision was made A gathering called, but the numbers didn't shade The legalities questioned, the outcome unclear A resolution passed, but not without fear The voice of reason spoke, with facts in hand The quorum wasn't met, the decision not grand The meeting was legal, but the vote was not And now the repercussions, cannot be forgot The stakes were high, the battle was fought A question of law, with implications wrought The president's plea, for the funds to flow Now hangs in the balance, with an uncertain glow The verdict unknown, the outcome unsure A nation held captive, in a legal demure For justice must reign, and laws must be upheld Or chaos and confusion, shall surely be dealt So let us wait and see, what the future may hold As the story unfolds, and the truth is told May wisdom and justice, be the victors of the day And may the rule of law, always have the final say.