Best Austrian Poems

God's mighty fortress reigns,
Mountains jagged and tall,
Snow on the peaks of the mountains,
The fields of green with the edelweiss and wild flowers
The waterfall tumbles down...

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Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her...

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As a young girl growing up in the 50s and 60s, Hollywood’s glamorous and glitzy lifestyle fascinated me. Popular actresses such as Jane Russell, Ava...

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Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would...

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"Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life"


Is there a larger purpose for everything? We can all agree 
at least for me,...

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What Kind of People Are We

In a Shakespearean sense of tragedy and doubt the well-used
“To Be or Not To Be” from Hamlet is not the...

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Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no...

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SYLVIA WAS AN ‘A’ STUDENT 
and Alpha woman

The Abyss was bared, and malevolently yawning,
The deep black pit of endless loss to rile
You, and you didn’t...

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Lying in a verdant spring field,
scents of fruit and roses permeate the air;
thoughts of you are never far.
They caress like the sun's warm rays,
bringing a...

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Visions of Europe


Alizee is dead to me

Indila can eat all of Paris

She can never have even an ounce of me

My heart belongs to France

Moi et...

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black and white picture of an
austrian girl with a torn coat

watching angels drown sinners
to see if they float.

 arms of clouds folded in a
 white...

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War and Peace: That Midst Nations And Nationals

War and Peace, a classical fiction by Leo Tolstoy, first published as Voyna I Mir in 1865–69. This...

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I picked wild berries, gathered ripening grapes
and tasted life's bittersweet wine.
From fountains of youth by the river shore
I spilled the gold from the Rhine.

 
...

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« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And...

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