The West Pacific

WA Delegate: FlagThe Chocolate Loving Paradise of Darkesia (elected 93 days ago).

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Regional Power: Extremely High

The West Pacific contains 2,460 nations, the 2nd most in the world.

Administration...

Today's World Census Report

The Most Dedicated Public Healthcare in the West Pacific

The following nations have extremely good public healthcare facilities, given their population.

As a region, the West Pacific is ranked 2,736th in the world for Most Dedicated Public Healthcare.

#NationWA CategoryMotto
1.FlagThe Equal Opportunity Nation of MoftanDemocratic Socialists“Come to never leave.”
2.FlagThe People's Republic of Former ColoniesWA MemberCivil Rights Lovefest“The chickens have come home to roost.”
3.FlagThe People's Republic of Magyar Celtic UnitedDemocratic Socialists“God bless the Red Star”
4.FlagThe Great Circus Tent of Red-Nosed ClownsFather Knows Best State“Big Nose is Red Nose”
5.FlagThe Forest-Dwelling Clans of DoitzelWA MemberLeft-wing Utopia“Here be dragons.”
6.FlagThe People's Ambient Technocracy of MathemataniaWA MemberCivil Rights Lovefest“The integral of e to the x is f of u sub n!”
7.FlagThe Federation of GeneseaScandinavian Liberal Paradise“Frigus, Procul, Silens”
8.FlagThe Republic of TerracotasLeft-wing Utopia“Be One, Be Strong”
9.FlagThe County of LothorumIron Fist Consumerists“Schilt ende Vrient !”
10.FlagThe Cooperative Commonwealth of VebleniaWA MemberLeft-wing Utopia“Conspicuous leisure”
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Regional Happenings

History...

The West Pacific Civil Headquarters

Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.

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3 hours ago FlagThe Year 2526 of Unholy Gnostic Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
3 hours ago FlagThe Ulthar Ambassador to TWP of Oh Chowder He comes, a moon whose like the sky ne'er saw, awake or dreaming.
Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay.
Lo, from the flagon of thy love, O Lord, my soul is swimming,
And ruined all my body's house of clay!

When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended,
Wine fired my bosom and my veins filled up;
But when his image all min eye possessed, a voice descended:
'Well done, O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!'

Love's mighty arm from roof to base each dark abode is hewing,
Where chinks reluctant catch a golden ray.
My heart, when Love's sea of a sudden burst into its viewing,
Leaped headlong in, with 'Find me now who may!'
3 hours ago FlagThe Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH "in times of peace
sons bury their fathers
in times of war
fathers bury their sons"

herodotus
if i remember corectly
3 hours ago FlagThe Year 2526 of Unholy Gnostic To hear your voice is pomegranate wine to me:
I draw life from hearing it.
Could I see you with every glance,
It would be better for me
Than to eat or to drink.
97 minutes ago FlagThe Ulthar Ambassador to TWP of Oh Chowder The garden of Love
is green without limit
and yields many fruits
other than sorrow and joy.

Love is beyond either condition:
without spring,
without autumn,
it is always fresh.
86 minutes ago FlagThe Upside Downside Inside Out of Yy4u Aahh...poets and artists, poor tortured souls of life,
the irony of the universe to see fit
to give sight to those that can not see anything
but the world for what it truly is.
64 minutes ago FlagThe Ulthar Ambassador to TWP of Oh Chowder Some love to watch the sea bushes appearing at dawn,
To see night fall from the goose wings, and to hear
The conversations the night sea has with the dawn.

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
Now you know why I spent my twenties crying.
Cries are required from those who wake disturbed at dawn.

Adam was called in to name the Red-Winged
Blackbirds, the Diamond Rattlers, and the Ring-Tailed
Raccoons washing God in the streams at dawn.

Centuries later, the Mesopotamian gods,
All curls and ears, showed up; behind them the Generals
With their blue-coated sons who will die at dawn.

Those grasshopper-eating hermits were so good
To stay all day in the cave; but it is also sweet
To see the fenceposts gradually appear at dawn.

People in love with the setting stars are right
To adore the baby who smells of the stable, but we know
That even the setting stars will disappear at dawn.
47 minutes ago FlagThe Chocolate Loving Paradise of Darkesia A ROUTE of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head,—
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning’s ride.
45 minutes ago FlagThe Patriotic States of American Woman Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

I STEPPED from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,—
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

both by Emily D.i.c.k.i.n.s.o.n
41 minutes ago FlagThe Year 2526 of Unholy Gnostic Return, Alphéus, the dread voice is past
That shrunk they streams; return, Sicilian Muse,
And call the vales, and bid them hither cast
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use
Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks,
On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks,
Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes,
That on the green turf suck the honied flowers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
The white pink, and the pansie freaked with jet,
The glowing violet,
The musk rose, and the well-attired woodbine,
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

For so to interpose a little ease,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise;

Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding seas
Wash far away, where'er they bones are hurled,
Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;

Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied,
Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old,
Where the great Vision of the guarded mount
Looks towards Namancos, and Bayona's hold.
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth:
And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.