A 9-11 TributeSays the ringleader to the servant:A 9-11 Tribute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Says the commander to the officer:
Says the trapped to the loved ones:
Says the Lord to the dead:
Says the brave to the heroes:
Last commands, last calls, last words, last hopes.
Buildings fall, fire engulfs, tears take over, voices call out.
Love, death, tears, bravery.
May the morning of that day
Wives of Henry VIIIWoman of faithWives of Henry VIII6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dutiful wife
Who still loved the man
Though thrown from his life
Woman of passion
His child you bore
But he'd not got a son
So you died as a whore
Woman of silence
Who bore him his son
But never recovered
Your life was soon done
Woman of rejection
With portrait so fair
Cast off when he saw you
And you didn't compare
Woman of youth
So wild and strong-willed
So quickly he loved you
So quickly he killed
Woman of courage
A long life you led
A nice husband you got
Once old Henry was dead
Were the world all mine...Middle High German - MittelhochdeutschWere the world all mine...2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Were diu werlt alle min
von dem mere unze an den Rin,
des wolt ih mih darben
daz diu chunegin von Engellant
lege an minen armen.
Modern German - Deutsch
Wäre die Welt alle mein
vom Meer bis dem Rhein,
da wollte ich vorhergehen
bis die Königin Englands
in meinen Armen lege.
Old High German - Althochdeutsch
Wāri diu weralt alla mīn
duruh sēo zuo dena Rīn,
dō wolta ih forttrīban
untaz chuningina Englolantes
mīnum armum lige.
Middle Dutch - Middelnederlands
Ware de werelt alle mijn
Van der see totten Rijn,
Do woudic voorgaen
Tottat de Coningine Engelants
In mijnen armen legghe.
Modern Dutch - Nederlands
Was de wereld alle mijn
Van de zee tot de Rijn,
Dan wou ik voorafgaan
Totdat de koningin van Engeland
In mijn armen lag.
Old Saxon - Sahsisk
Wāri thiu werold al
There is a GodThere is a God6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a God,
no mystery about it.
Just look into the sky,
and you will see.
Touch the mountain peak,
and you will see.
Just take a breath,
hold deep then exhale.
And you will see that,
there is a God.
He is in the laugh of every baby,
the glowing smile on their faces.
In the heart of each child,
dancing with the innocence of this life.
He is holding that woman up in her pain.
Giving that man strength in his trials.
Speaking words of life into the hopeless,
shining light into the darkness.
He is God.
He is the whisper in the wind,
calling out your name.
He is the Eye in the storm,
waiting for you to call out to Him.
He is everything you need,
you just need to realize it is Him.
There is a God,
and He is everywhere.
In the oceans tide,
in the gull's cry,
in the fires blaze,
in the clouds rain,
in your hearts song.
There is a God.
Gifted By The Forest The last year and a half or so had been one of the most interesting times of his life. Becoming a dragon candidate, bonding to a dragon, training for months and months and finally graduating to be accepted into a new branch of the military putting it near the hectic end of the interest scale. He had hardly thought of his old home nestled among the grand pines of the northern world, the city of Vien. That had changed, however, as his graduation from wyrmlinghood grew nearer and nearer. His thoughts had settled on the fact that they would no longer be restricted by the rules placed upon the young dragonriders and their partners still in training. He would be drafted into some part of the military based upon his talents, and he would be able to fly freely as long as his superiors allowed it.Gifted By The Forest7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Those thoughts had suddenly sent a stab of home-sickness streaking through his chest and brain and the moment he had received official appro
The Zulu WarThe Zulu War4 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the late 1870s the British decided to consolidate all their possessions in southern Africa in one federation. Throughout the decades, the British had built and controlled large colonies in Africa that were part of their empire. Now with the opportunity for even more expansion, Sir Bartle Frere, high commissioner in Cape Town in British South Africa prepared to expand. East of British South Africa was Zululand. Zululand was a kingdom where Native African people lived. Their warriors mainly had spears and shields. His ultimatum to Cetshwayo, the Zulu king, provoked war. The British military commander, Lord Chelmsford led a substantial armed expedition into Zululand. He then divided his forces, leaving the veteran troops of the 1st Battalion of the 24 Regiment at an unfortified camp at Isandlwana. Scouting parties failed to establish the strength of the Zulus, some of whom had rifles.
Led by Chiefs Ntshingwayo and Mavumengwana, on January 22, 1879, the Zulus attacked and overwhelmed th
My Old English RiddlesRiddle IMy Old English Riddles2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Ic eom sæmann his eallselda
oft hine læde to his eþle,
nænig cann seon næfð æfre cuþ
mine lafsihþ. Lyft me ealle
beam ic wende bled ic freose
sond ic wealwie run ic swutlie
dæg ic bringe dræfe ic niht
birhta staðol under stormum
fuglas fleogað ymb me feorran
eallhwær licge. Hwa eom ic þa?
Geomormode ic agonge
swifte wege swaþu min deorc,
nære ic þa noht her weolce.
Dagas swylce mine suna
niht byð swaswa naman dohtra
ic æg faru þa menn ferie
cwicra ic eom cwanunge oft bær ;
lengra þonne lengesta gear
ne seo ic eac ne seoð ge me,
on eow wealde. Witon ge me?
HastingsHastings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On Senlac Hill, the grasses blow,
The forest hums with song;
Old Senlac Hill, by Hastings town
Gleams cold and all alone.
Here, the tramp and clink of maille rings,
Echoes 'cross the open meadow;
The clash and bite of iron sword,
And the spears are all a-splintering.
Here, the cloven helm, the whistling arrow,
Proud banners catch the breeze;
The baying horns still fill the dales
From a thousand years ago.
The gold-red drake of Wessex
Burns swathes of blood and fire,
His fiery tongue lays waste the ships
of the northern king, Hardrada.
The dark cold waters of Umber
Are blackened with smoldering reek
Stamford Bridge, soaks her feet in the scarlet
Of forsworn blood-brother's bones.
The battle won, the Norsemen defeated,
The Wessex dragon flies south on thund'ring wings.
As the proud crests of Normandy
Break upon its shores.
The stormy winds of autumn's breath
Abate before the towering spray
Slicing through the murm'ring Channel
Bow before the fleet invader's prows.
The whirlwind son of Go
Types and classifications of Religions.Religions.Types and classifications of Religions.6 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Intro- Was looking through some of the old stuff on my computer and found this. I'm very interested in religions in general and what people believe and so I read up on as many types of religion as I could and then typed up a description of each in my own words. not sure if any of you will read all this but I found it interesting so I thought I'd share it
We shall start with Polytheism, the oldest form of religion. Polytheism is the belief in many gods or god-like beings. There are several forms of polytheism since it's one of the most common I'll start with Henotheism.
Many of the earliest forms of Paganism are Henotheist, it is a very open philosophy that involves believing in a set of gods or god like beings while excepting the possibility that other gods you don't believe in may be true. This allowed one tribe or race to believe in there set of gods without dismissing the existence of the o
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Halo: T'was The Night...Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the baseHalo: T'was The Night...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not a Spartan was stirring, not even for Grace
The stockings were all hung in the mess hall with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there
The Spartans were nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of Grunts getting sniped in their heads
And Halsey in jammies, and Mendez a cap
They all settled down for a long winters nap
When out in the fields there arose a great clatter
They sprang from their bunks to see what was the matter
Away to the window Kelly flew like a flash
Abby and Pyper to the guns in a dash
The moonlight shone brightly upon the snow
Giving the sparkle of day to tanks below
When, what to Vins wondering eyes should appear
But a Covenant Battleship, the Unforgiving Seer
With a few banshee fliers, so shifty and quick
Chiko knew in a moment it wasnt St. Nick
Faster then eagles, through the night they came
John shouted and ordered his soldiers by name,
Go, Tabby! G
Religion vs ChristianityThe difference between religion and ChristianityReligion vs Christianity9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I have had many people tell me that they hate religion. In a way I do agree with them. I heard a wonderful definition of both. Religion is man trying to reach up to God. Christianity is God reaching down to man. Being a Christian means having a real relationship with a real living God who loves me.
There was once a judge known as the "hanging judge". No matter who came into his court the sentence was always the stiffest that could be given for the crime. One day his son was the one in his court for a crime he had committed. The courthouse was full because everyone wanted to know if he would be just as hard on his own child. True to his nickname the judge gave the stiffest penalty possible. Then, the judge stood up and took off his robe. He walked down in front of the bench and made the statement that becaus
Sleep Well Old FriendFor the far reaches of long agoSleep Well Old Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were gilded memories
Rampant, spared and unscathed
I approached them with caution
Beneath the still veil of nightfall
The ominous blare of brooding consciousness
Bereft of a whimper
Stripped of the ever slight stir of inner turmoil
Upon the threshold of rest
I wander the terrain once I knew well
Upon each precious blade of grass
And all comforting wisps of long ago
My effortless retreat
Binds me to wonder
To marvel at my former self
Unshackled and certain
When the pages were always full and content
Beckoning with potential
And brimming with inquiry
Have all been spent
Worn to their core
And chiming “Well done”
To morn is but a wasted effort
As the loving past
Shall forever prosper within my thoughts
Unser Kaiser KarlUnser Kaiser Karl3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Nicht nur des Heiligen Reiches
Sondern von ganz Europa
's gab ein Ziel in seinem Herzen
Niemand konnte das ausmerzen
's war sein ganzes Leben da
Von der Krone von Kastilien
Vom Thron Wiens und Norditaliens
Glänzt' sein Schild über das Land
Uns're Herzen wußten alle,
Nie und nimmer wird es fallen
Ja, er reichte uns die Hand
Der Doppeladler stand so stolz
Doch da gab's auch eine Allianz
Am goldenen Horizont
Erst die Lilien und die Schlüssel
Und die Löwen mit den Flügeln,
Dann die Fahne mit dem Mond
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Für das Reich in allen Kreisen
Hat er nur den Fried'n geliebt
Das war der Habsburgische Traum
Bei Wien, bei Pavia und Rom
Stand der Adler unbesiegt
Soylent Green, 2022It’s the year 2022.Soylent Green, 20221 year ago in Settings More Like This
World population exceeds ten billion. It would be more, save for the massive famines and plagues striking malnutrition-weakened populations. Overall, however, population continues to grow, if more slowly than before.
Global warming is advanced. Agriculture production has dwindled in many areas ravaged by drought, and in others (such as the interior of East Africa) devastated by floods. And then there are the industrial chemicals, the radioactivity, the acid rain, the ozone hole, the mutated insects…
Two major cultural trends of OTL were not duplicated. Environmentalism never really gained momentum until too late: the oil embargo never took place, and in an environment in which it was assumed “continued growth” was the solution to all ills, what was a bit more pollution or a bit more CO2 in the air? Feminism also failed to get much traction in a world where there was less need for a second income bringer and the pill and other forms of birth
Fun with Rockman 1Fun with Rockman Part OneFun with Rockman 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Journal Entry: Thu Oct 16, 2008
You kill one Sigma, two come up. You kill two Sigmas, you get four Sigmas. IT'S JUST LIKE CHINA!!!
Axl: What race are you, Zero?
Zero: I have no clue...
X: If you drink six bottles of vodkas... that means you're Russian.
Axl and Zero: Say wha?
X= 2 bottles = Asian
Axl= Can't barely finish one
Zero= 8 to 10 bottles.
My god he's a nightmare. And a good drinker.
What an unstoppable force!!!! -Russian can't go down when they're drunk-
X: Where did you get this scar?
Axl: No clue...
Atlas: He got it from raping a girl.
Zero: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE!
X: -two steps away from Axl-
Axl: I didn't rape a girl!
Yuki: Suuuurrreee.... Then where did you get it from then?
[Silence for 5 seconds]
Yuki: OMG! You raped RHEA!!!
X and Zero: The hell?!
Axl: I DID NOT RAPE ANYONE!
Atlas: You should be proud of yourself, son.
Zero: WHERE DID YOU TWO COME FROM!?!!!
Atlas and Yuki: You
All Hail Columbia!All Hail Columbia!5 months ago in Settings More Like This
Good evening my fellow Americans. I am Supreme Director Karl Pietersen, and I stand before you now humbled. I am humbled to be here right now before all of you this fine day. Of course, this is our one year anniversary of our victory in the Galactic War! Our victory sent the damned Reds and their Dijonist People’s Dynasty into the farthest of space; it has also seen the United Technocracies of Man bend the knee and wisely embrace the tenets of the National Conservative ideology!
Yes, we have won. Rejoice my fellow Americans, we are victorious and we are free. Free to make our own destinies! Free to live the life that the Founders of this nation meant for us to lead. I understand that many of you wish to bring our boys home. As do I, my fellow citizens… as do I. However, that simply cannot be done while we have enemies at our doorsteps. Who are these enemies you might ask? Who could be so foolish as to challenge our uncontested might in the stars? Well our enemies are numero
FacepawGuys shouldn't be babysitters. I mean, really, its a girl thing, surely, right? Who would want some dumb high-schooler jock to babysit their kiddo's? And what guy would want to babysit someone's kids? Even for money. Ew. That's almost...creepy. Especially if that jock is a werewolf.Facepaw5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ha, yeah, well, I guess these particular parents don't know about that. Well, that, and the fact that they are my cousins means that me being a male babysitter to them isn't so weird. Just means that if they knew my furry little secret, then they'd probably hunt me down and shotgun my muzzle instead of leaving me alone with their kids. Not that their kids mind...in fact, they really love me and my “doggie” side. Little kids are so easy to entertain. Just go full “fluff mode”, tell them its a secret, give them candy, and then do silly stuff with them and they love it.
Maybe I'm taking a huge risk by showing them my wolf side? I guess they'll grow up with memories of a babysitter who c
The Vision of La PucelleThe Vision of La Pucelle3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three em-bloodied gold-gilt lions descend
On the silver lilies of far fair France
Grim and red-stained kingswhile her sons defend
The broken land with shriven spear and lance.
The smoking reek of famine, war, and death,
Plague, and wailing cries, and desolation:
Sick landpoor and weary France!gasps for breath
With the diseased and choking nation's desperation.
Drenched afresh in humiliations new:
Of Agincourt, and bloody Henry's fame
Where the proud many fell to England's few
And knighthood's flow'r perish in bitter shame.
The peasant maid sits in a sainted trance;
Arise O Joan! And save belovéd France!
The GiftThe Gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When she was a babe, he had a gift for her. She cooed and gurgled and waved her tiny little arms and kicked her tiny little legs, reaching happily for the gift. He watched her giggled at him with his toothy grin and skeletal fingers as he lowered the gift to her, but as she touched his bony wrist, he hesitated and pulled back gently. He pocketed the gift and shook his ivory white finger at her teasingly and said:
“No, you are not ready.”
When she was 5 years old, she was climbing an apple tree when she saw him. He watched her from below as she climbed higher and higher, occasionally grinning down at him as if challenging him to climb up with him to catch her. She stepped on the wrong branch and it sent her tumbling down to the ground. Laying on the floor with her golden hair almost decoratively spread across the grass, she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with those hollow eyes and toothy grin and she smiled back, takin
Caught in the RainIt hardly ever rained in Windhelm.Caught in the Rain2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The capital of Eastmarch was too far north for much precipitation. Most of the year the land was covered with snow making growing most vegetables impossible. There were a few plants that thrived in the cold, but not enough for the Hold to survive without imports. Thankfully, there was the lucrative fishing industry to export in exchange for greens from the south.
"There are two seasons in Windhelm, little brother," Galmar used to tell Rolff when they were children, "winter and Summer's Height,"
Rolff Stone-Fist sighed as he remembered that sweet memory from when he and Galmar too young to know better, but old enough to get into plenty of trouble. It must have been at least fifty years ago, long before the Civil War and the Great War.
He missed his big brother. Galmar had always watched out for him, even when he was disgusted with Rolff. There had been years when they had been far apart. Galmar always had his duties to take him away. First, his role as