Category Archives: Poetry

Council for the New Moon

Council for the New Moon by Lothar Stengel von Rutkowski (from Songs Of The Reich – Chapter: The Reich In Ruins)

Warning! Warning!

Do not give your Spirit to

The People!

Do not put your heart nor body

In their hands!

People change;

The greatest love

Suddenly vanishes;

Friends reduced

To caricatures.

Children changed

Into strangers…


Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

New poem by Kamerad Kristof von Kanwetzburg

Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

 

Hakenkreuz, thou sacred cross,

tell us your origin;

precosmogonic egg,

or single bead of sweat from Wotan’s brow?

We know you represent All-Father,

Avatar and Führer, All in One –

as such, you revolve both ways,

propelled by the carefully placed force

of your holiest emanations,

the grand-runes:

Ar, Tyr, Odal, Sig (Ger)

– “Artyros,” the way of clockwise expansion –

Ger, Odal, Tyr, Ar

– “Gota,” the way of counterclockwise return –

In your midst, oh sacred Fylfot,

dwell your immediate offspring,

a Husband and Wife,

Total Man and Total Woman;

there they sit, in the Polar center,

the double Hagal rune, entwined,

eternally fixed,

as the rocks of the Externsteine,

presiding in majesty like Poseidon on his throne;

resplendently defiant like sacred Helgoland,

jutting out of the deep… there they sit:

Rasse und Vaterrecht

(Anima et Animus),

jealously guarding their four children

Ar, Tyr, Odal, SigGer (Reggis)

and their twelve grandchildren:

Idee, Träger, Verbreiter (born of Ar-Kultur);

Volk, Führer, Staat (sired by Tyr-ein);

Blut, Boden, Erbe (the fruit of Odal’s loins);

Nicht-Wucher, Arbeit, Sozialismus (SigGer’s pride and joy).

Intently the All-Father watches the dance of his Blood,

from within the darkest depths of the Invisible Light,

to the luciferous clarity of its casting shadow,

from below and beyond;

the Black Sun binding all in super Ehrean Communion,

Invisible, Holy, visible, unholy…

We, the Elite, biding our time,

waiting our turn in unison,

for the days of Final Victory,

striving only to make Our Father proud.


A Curse For England

A Curse For England by William Blake

A curse for England

false and base

Where nothing can prosper

but disgrace

Where crushed is each

flower’s tender form

And decay and corruption

feed the worm,

The winner’s shout, the

loser’s curse

Go with Old England’s black

funeral hearse!


Siegfried’s Death by Kurt Eggers

Siegfrieds Death

by Kurt Eggers

Horned man,

Who once defeated the Dragon,

Whose helm

Of Victory wore light frost:

Horned man,

Your armour

Had a breach

Into which the enemy’s

Throwing Spear penetrated.

Horned man:

Your fate is command:

Folk become whole!

Folk become German!

Then the enemies’

Murder plan fails!

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Fever Poem

Fever Poem VII   by  Knut Hamsun

 

Now howls the autumnal wind

like a rain soaked dog against my

window,

Within my blood there stirs a frost

colder than the winds outside.

It unfolds within me

And reeks of poisonous blossoms.

The odour seeps out into the weather

from my nostrils.

It blooms in the garden of Hate.

It boils, it boils. I try

to no avail to fall into slumber,

I hear the flag line eternally

chattering and chattering against the

pole,

It staggers by doors, sneaks

on its toes, steps along the passage,

My pulse beating in barks

like a baying hellhound.

It boils, it boils, it boils.