Sinn Poems - Poems about Sinn

...Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt -in respect and unending sufferance- (Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric p......Read the rest...

...In diesen Tagen, in welchen sich das Grau mit dem Dunkel so leicht vermählt, sollten wir da nicht der Schönheit gedenken? Wollen wir nicht lieber in Vermutungen schwellen, die uns sagen, dass ......Read the rest...

...A young Irish lass with no man Danced in the Moulin Rouge Can-Can In Dublin again She joined with Sinn Fein And bombed as Republican Anne......Read the rest...

...No longer do they represent or even come close to Catholic values they turn their back on those of us held loyal with spiritual morals unable to address it as is Murder to stand and promote s......Read the rest...

...His sins, many thousands of them, Lie buried in the anonymous soil. Over his mantelpiece a proverb hangs: "Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn." On his shelf "Mein Kampf" is visible. "It must never ......Read the rest...

...I've asked this question before, but I'm going to ask it once more, If religion is right and your God has the might, where is the need to bicker and fight? How strong is the faith you subscribe......Read the rest...

...ALBA GU BRATH (Scotland Forever) Càit' a bheil thu a' fuireach? (where are you from) Tha mi a'fuireach ann an Alba (we are from Alba) Ceud maìlle fàilte. (one hundred thousand welcomes) ......Read the rest...

...Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight, He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock and noticed the white robes, belts and staffs laid out ready. He kn......Read the rest...

...The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight, Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para make thier p......Read the rest...

...The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes outta sight, Past my front door I hear the ......Read the rest...

...The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night, As a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight, Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet, As 2 Para mak......Read the rest...

...Oh my mighty bones with flesh Brushed in coincides thought is paint In despair purely judge ticking clock Lay to loom as nest to Griffith Blushed......Read the rest...