Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 2After the departure from Antwerp, the 1st Canadian army along with Dutch, Belgian and Polish troops began advancing into the Scheldt, dislodging German resistance along their way. It was slow going and dangerous, as the flooded terrain made off-road movement dangerous for both man and machine, and the Germans hadn’t lost their touch for ambushes.Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But those were things Matthieu couldn’t change from where he was. All he could do was pray for his men and leave the rest to them as he worked to keep those directly under his command safe.
“I can at least do that much.” He thought as he prepared himself for what was ahead.
The trio along with a small group of soldiers crawled silently trough the grass as they made their way towards the small farm house. Located as it was near the road, it was a perfect spot for the Germans to delay the advance… And inflict some terrible losses in the process.
“Bella, you see anything?” he asked, turning to the camouf
Le Skin, Over, We IsOver this, weLe Skin, Over, We Is1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are, creations of our
Own thoughts, self,
Against the sky,
Life line never fails,
Never change coarse,
Over and over and...
We, minds merge,
And our paths spread
Out like fingers,
Like roots of
Ancient oak trees, standing
High and wide,
True and mighty.
Flow the rivers,
Deep, waters of
Life, do not drink
From the well,
Life, and of this,
May more, often
And most varied,
Do not drink from the well.
Say what you mean,
Say it in a story,
Stolen whispers in the mist,
Kisses that were never,
Against the sea,
Salt hangs upon your skin.
Skin, keeping it all
Kept deep within.
Unthink the badness,
Hold the sun up high,
She emerged from
The deepest wood,
Dark shadows follow,
Green dressed with
The many hued sky.
We is, and
Come from earth, and
Blood, in time,
In time we is
All being what we can.
(15th March 2014)
Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 1A bright orange sun shined as it’s rays lighted the strikingly beautiful landscape of the Dutch countryside. Fall had set in and the trees, grass and scrubs had all turned color. Birds flew low between the branches, disturbed as they were by the grinding of high-power engines pulling armoured vehicles, transport trucks and the accompanying jeeps.Weer Vrij: In Flanders fields pt 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From where he was sitting, Ludwig could see full well the small dirt road that lead to the village behind him and he watched as the convoy of raw recruits rolled past the dreamy scenery. His back against his jeep stopped on a small hill, he sighed. Duty was calling.
So he got up on his feet, brushed the dirt off his otherwise pristine uniform and turned to overlook the village. The trucks had entered the town square and the soldiers, young and old, were calmly getting out.
“Enjoying the scenery, brüder?”
Ludwig tensed up and did not turn to meet the voice that was speaking to him.
“I was, actually. It’s a sha
Das Alles ist Deutschland english translationDas Alles ist Deutschland english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Das Alles ist Deutschland - All that is Germany
by "Die Prinzen".
German, German, German, German, German, German
Of course it was a german who developed "Wetten, dass..."
Thank you very much for these beatiful hours
We are the friendliest customers in this world
We are give, we have money
The very bests in every sport
Here the taxes are a world record
Travel to Germany and stay here.
We are waiting for this kind of visitors.
Everybody who likes to live here, can stay here.
We are the friendliest people in the whole world.
German, German, German, German.
Only one little thing has operated here, namely that Schuhmacher doesn't drive a Mercedes.
Refrain: All that is Germany. We are all that.
You can't find this anywhere else, only here, only here.
All that is Germany. We are all that.
We live and we die here. (Ref end)
German, German, German, German, German, German, German, German.
Many pretend it, what on Germany. And some finds cool to be an asshole.
There is someone who complains about
Uroki wojnyPląsawica, hekatomba -Uroki wojny3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jak uroczo to wygląda!
Temu utną zaraz rękę
Tamten skrócił swoją mękę
Wszyscy wokół gdzieś biegają
Pokrzykiwać nie ustają
Już kolejna bomba leci
Nie zdążycie drogie dzieci
Ukryć się przed jej zasięgiem
Odlecicie z srogim jękiem
A z ukrycia śmiech wypływa
Który sądzi że grzech zmywa
Wróg na wroga patrzy szczerze
I dodaje w własnej wierze:
"Jaka piękna to pogoda"
A wokoło złoto, wino i wygoda.
List of german marchesList of german marches3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This is a quick overview, about the best german military-marches (in my opinion), that were ever composed.
If you´re interested in that theme, you can copy paste the links and listen to them in Youtube:
- Preußens Gloria [link]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_D1mYBBHgM[link]
- Königgrätzer Marsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4PwSVW5Aak&
- Hohenfriedberger Marsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?vcUR6y6Kmkk
- Marsch Friedrich des Großen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jr8m_MiP_YE
- Yorckscher Marsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xQHXso6MAE
- Prinz-Eugen-Marsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYWBnTqoYvU
- Waidmannsheilmarsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?vYewS88KGDU
- Altpreußischer Parademarsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJCgnRDy2NE
- Badenweiler Marsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUtzk7TmjVI
- Bayerischer Defiliermarsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLEI4iOo0nc
- Bozner Bergsteigermarsch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4CZ5jVY9p
Everyone is YellingEveryone is yelling.Everyone is Yelling1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
There's a patch of raw skin
on my arm
and if I peel each layer back
maybe I'll reach the bone.
Because everyone is yelling
and if they see me bleed,
maybe they'll stop.
Jack Frost X Reader: Don't You Remember me? (O-S!)Jack Frost X Reader: Don't You Remember me? (O-S!)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Jack Frost X Reader: Don't You Remember Me? (One-Shot!)
Jack stood on the lake hearing the ice crack underneath his feet, he looked up seeing you, his beautiful soulmate, he had brought you here so you two could take a stroll together, he wanted to show you the beautiful lake that had frozen this winter.
“I knew it was a bad idea to walk on this lake, I knew it wasn’t completely frozen…” You tried to walk toward Jack but the ice cracked more.
“Don’t move, don’t move…” Jack said.
“Jack I’m scared, what if I fall through?” You asked looking worried, you were terrified of the water.
“You won’t fall through, I’ll be there to catch you if you do, I promise…” Jack gave you a soft smile, “Just slowly walk toward me okay?” Jack said.
You slowly walked toward Jack hearing ice crack beneath your feet.
“Come on, you’re almost there ________, you can make it” J
365:30Jeli smo plodove zemlje,365:304 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pili iz plastike.
Dremali smo pod Suncem
I spavali pod slojevima tkanina.
Tri prilike kie,
Tri prilike crvenog.
Staze su svakog jutra
Bile svee i spremne za nas.
Nosili smo noćnu sveinu
U nau sobu
I pokrivali se spokojem.
Sojusz Ras IV Z ulgą pchnęła drzwi i weszła do niewielkiego pomieszczenia, które od początku obrania kopalni przez Sojusz za kryjówkę stanowiącego jej sypialnię, od kilku lat dzieloną z jeszcze jedną osobą. Pomimo lęku przed małymi przestrzeniami oraz wspomnianej już wcześniej awersji do podziemi elfka czuła się tutaj w miarę swobodnie, komfortowo, sprawy Sojuszu, Saramur, Elenvena oraz osoby, za którymi Aredhela ze wzajemnością nie przepadała pozostawały za drzwiami i nie miały żadnego prawa wstępu tutaj. Westchnąwszy ciężko, rzuciła się na prymitywne łóżko, z lubością wdychając zapach dość czystej pościeli oraz własnych, świeżutkich ubrań. Jakkolwiek była przystosowana do wszelkiego rodzaju niewygód, mogła sobie przecież pozwoliSojusz Ras IV3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rarity's Mid-Death CrisisThe realm of Equestria is filled with countless tales, as varied as its countless candy-colored equine inhabitants. They lead a nearly limitless number of possible lifestyles.Rarity's Mid-Death Crisis3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One might be a stoic cellist, bearing the misfortune in life of having already seen roughly twenty-three other mares looking exactly like her, barring coat or mane colors. She might be wondering why on earth they all look the same. Were they all like her, or was she like all of them? This, in turn, leads her to question the very nature of her existence and wonder if she is, in fact, a figment of their imaginations. She ultimately decides that the best course of action is to drink on it. Maybe add another drink to that. And another. Oh, maybe one more. She lost count. Ah well, back to one!
Another might be a fairly quiet grape-grower and lover of fine wine. Unlike the above pony, she doesn't have any major philosophical problems on her mind, other than the usual "If I have five bits and a bottle of wine is eight b
When the Nazis would have won the warWhen the Nazis would have won the war3 years ago in Settings More Like This
What would´ve happened when the Nazis would´ve won the second world war?
At first I must admit, that my English isn´t perfect, I´m sorry for that. Next
I wanna clearly say, that everything I describe here, is not what I want,
but what I think is logical. I hope you will understand that.
Well, I was really interested in what would´ve happened, when Germany would´ve won
the war, it´s not important how it would´ve been possible here, it´s just an interesting
thought of everything after the Endsieg (final victory).
Of course the borders of Germany would´ve changed a lot, I researched and found
a lot of different maps. This is what I think would´ve been realistic:
The western border would be more in the west now, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxemburg and
Elsass-Lothringen would be completely annexed, but there were also plans to integrate whole
North-East-France, since the residents there have mostly a ge
How To Understand Introverted PeopleIt may seem at times I haveHow To Understand Introverted People2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little to offer when it comes
To the art of conversing,
Opting to remain in the shadows
Rather than to put myself
Directly in the centre like most.
Often any type of social situation
Is like a conflict zone in my eyes;
The amount of loud noises bubbling
From the throats of others, it's like
The consistent beat of a war drum.
As for any arguments, I feel as if
I'm caught in the firing line, the
Persistent sense of unease underling
The coat of my stomach triggers me
To turn tail and run for cover.
On the facade I'm a mere lone wolf,
Aloof, wanting nothing more than the
Entire room to lapse into silence.
I place no blame upon you for thinking
Wrong of the way I act - I must be
Awkward, I must not like making the
First move therefore I'm hard work.
Under the surface, I'm just like you,
Afraid of others judging me for the
Smallest and most stupidest things.
All I hope is to be welcomed, to be
Accepted by one, if not a few who
Takes the time to coax me out of my s
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.To See You Again1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’d drown in blood and choke on death,
I’d release my dying breath
All to see you again.
I’d swing from a rope to see you again.
I’d let go and join the black sky,
I’d scream, scream until I die
All to see you again.
I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.
I’d rewire my veins and run lights,
I’d pick unwinnable fights
All to see you again.
I’d embrace red flames to see you again.
I’d play in roads and with knives too,
I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;
I’d have to,
To see you again.
StarodrzewZerknę raz jeszcze na obrazek z TobąStarodrzew6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nim w starodrzewiu kniei minionej
pędy ostatnie ze świata sworznia mego opadną
piętrząc się gęstwiną u karpy
Nie jest to Dąb dostojny, ani Jesion dworny
ale głóg niegłośny
Jest niepołożony wzniośle
na pryzmie z ziemi w kurhan usypanej
ręką żałobników w skargę strojnych
Lecz postrzega siebie – w milczeniu
pogardliwie w utajeniu zagrzebanego
pod trawami burzanu
Nie odwiedzisz mnie – naftaliną tęchnie
Ale i mnie na wiosnę bukiet przysługuje
z ostu i łopianu
Nie taki artysta, jak on maluje"Może być najlepszy w swoich robotach,Nie taki artysta, jak on maluje1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
mając najdroższe rzeczy w akcesoriach.
Stwarzać najwspanialsze obrazy - rysunków,
zbierać pochwały ze swych obrysków.
Ten co ogryzka nie żałował,
strugaczki zębów nie oszczędzał.
Strzygł zawzięcie narzędzie pracy,
Jego resztki posłał na straty.
Nawet najwspanialszy - mistrz swej profesji,
Może być najgorszym, ścierwem chodzącym po ziemi.
Zaś o złotym sercu człowiek,
Co swą palcówką zdobi deptak.
Stworzyć jedną kreską może,
świat wypełniony wspaniałym wzorem.
Co nigdy szkoły nie zaznał,
rozwijał talent, po ścianach mazał.
Obraz pod jego ręką sam powstawa
The Treaty of Versailles: Fair?The Treaty of Versailles: Was It Fair To All?The Treaty of Versailles: Fair?1 year ago in Historical More Like This
There is no denying that the Treaty of Versailles changed the world forever. From the creation of new lands, to the demilitarization of the Rhineland, to the hyperinflation and war reparations imposed on Germany- Which, of course, was a part of the rise of Hitler, and therefore, the subsequent rise of the USSR and Marxism-Leninism in the East, the Iron Curtain, and therefore, the Bay of Pigs, Korean, Vietnam, Soviet-Afghan War, the armed militias in the African and Middle Eastern locations, and the “War on terror” that has wasted trillions of our taxpayer dollars for nothing. If Hitler had never been given a chance to rise up in the defeated German fatherland, then the Cold War and its results would never have happened.
So to wrap this thesis up, without the Treaty of Versailles, there would be no Hitler. And with no Hitler, there is no Second World War. And with no Second World War, there is no massive rise of Communism i
CryingBaby cries for the mommyCrying9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boy cries for the attention
Teen cries for the confusion
Man cries for the reality
Senior cries for the regret
Deceased cries for the living
No matter who we are
Powerful or weak
Happy or depressed
Rich or poor
Popular or alone
We all weep together
One way or another
DAYBREAKDAYBREAK1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slamming coffee and cigarettes
Dealing with old pain.
You turned a corner
And I’m not there anymore
Hardly a whisper why.
I do not grok this shit.
IS THISIs ThisIS THIS3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you wanted? This
From a discomfortable reality,
The peace you seek?
Sojusz Ras III W całej Telmarei było tylko jedno miejsce kompletnie nie podlegające porom roku. Kiedy podczas Długiego Lata południowa część kąpała się w skwarze, a na północy powoli topniały śniegi, nad Dorin'Sar, siedzibą wszelkiej maści zła, unosiła się ciężka, pełna trujących oparów mgła lub ciemne, burzowe chmury. Tutaj wszystko zależało od nastroju człowieka, którego sama świadomość egzystencji od wielu lat spędzała sen z powiek kolejnym pokoleniom, bowiem Saramur miał władzę nie tylko nad duszami podwładnych, ale i nad pogodą. Panujące tu warunki były ściśle związane z jego humorami. Jeśli przepełniała go wściekłość, monumentalna warownia aż jęczała pod naporem rozbijających się o jej mury wiaSojusz Ras III10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ballad of the Broken HeartedDamascus rose in clenched fists,The Ballad of the Broken Hearted1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thorns spread around the halls.
I'm pricking fingers, fighting back
And scratching on the walls.
My words have all but left me,
Exposed are all my fears.
I sit alone and wonder why
They've left me through the years.
Their names are stuck inside my head
Repeating like a prayer.
They're all the ones who've done me wrong.
And never once played fair.
They were all so very greedy...
They took everything in sight.
Held out their hands demanding more
And claiming they were right.
I always gave them plenty.
Though I never could admit:
In my eyes they were all losers
And just full of so much shit.
But when my kindness wavered
And I let my good will die
They each got hurt and had the nerve
To say I was the bad guy.
Now I'm bitter and so poisoned,
All these thorns are in my heart.
A thorn for each and every prick
Who tore my world apart.
I now watch out for these so called friends
Who are greedy and conceited.
For they'll take and take, then leave you