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Marie-Chantal Jan 2015
Jean Chevalier was
A Parisian man.
He led a simple life,
He had no big plan.

'La Résistance'
In took he part,
He felt it was right
In his Parisian heart.

The German soldier smirked,
Strapped in his ranks,
He looked down at Jean
And fantasised war tanks.

Jean was stuck in the métro
Since about half past three,
His stomach was aching,
A cigarette needed he.

The German Soldier, however,
Breaking the 'law',
Lit one up and
Opened his enormous jaw.

His pink, beefy face
Took a long drag,
Jean clung to his country,
Clung to his flag.

Jean gasped for a cigarette,
The soldier saw in his eyes.
But Jean managed yet
To stay dignified.

The soldier whips out a fresh one,
For Jean, condescendingly.
But without batting an eyelid,
Jean declares:

*"Non, Merci."
Merci Jean, tu as aidé Agnes Humbert et tu ne l'as jamais su
D Loup Jan 2015
I am a structure, hastily built
Cemented within my chest, the weight of the world
Burdens of nations, plastered on my shoulders
My base starts to move
How long til I crumble
Bb Maria Klara Dec 2014
I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter;
I defy to blink,
In reality unaltered.

I refuse to fall;
I refuse to crumble;
I will stand tall
Right after I stumble.

I refuse to fail;
I refuse to not win;
I will myself hail,
whatever I have been.

I refuse to in give;
I refuse to let die;
I am to live
With all that I try.

I refuse to dim;
I refuse to go do gown;
I will be the steam
That powers this town.

I refuse to flee;
I refuse to abort;
I, one day, will see
my vengeance retort.

I refuse to sit;
I refuse to fall flat;
I will the top hit
and become all that.

I refuse to fold;
I refuse to blunder;
I shall one day hold
For what I one wandered.

I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter.
I know what I think:
My future I'll alter.
Written September 12, 2014
It is highly repetitive, but I suppose it was the best motivating way to go about not giving up.
Once you were a blazing fire,

Undoused by fear or favour,

Fuelled by ideals which our priests decried,

But one day History would savour,


You burnt your way ,through the backwoods of death,

Where the smoky memories, remind us with every breath,

That you were the slayer, of the darkness that came,

But your brightness blinded, our future just the same.


You abandoned us without a trail,

Let your legacy grow beyond stale,

And as the world crumbled without sight,

The blind bickered about the light.


Yet , real is our love to claim,

But fickle is our spark,

Don’t let us be a gamble of cosmic proportions,

In your battle against the dark.
Written in light of the United States Intervention in Iraq , from an Iraqi Perspective.
Àŧùl Dec 2014
Española
Tratando de independencia
Nuestra fuerza se dañó
Pero no vamos a renunciar.

Deutsch
Der Versuch, die Unabhängigkeit
Unsere Kraft beschädigt wurde
Aber wir werden nicht aufgeben.

Francaise
Essayer pour l'indépendance
Notre vigueur a été endommagé
Mais nous ne allons pas abandonner.

English
Trying for independence
Our force got damaged
But we won't give up.
I am not a speaker of any of the three other languages, this is just another random product of my creative imagination.

My HP Poem #704
©Atul Kaushal
ryn Aug 2014
What is this wall
That keeps us in
Over each other, we trip; we fall
We are like fish with no fins

Head on we crash
With fists we beat
We hack and we slash
Screaming, kicking with invisible feet

Blocked we remain
Let us flow
Us you can't contain
Let us go

Strengthened with aggregate
But held back by concrete
Cerebral wall with no gate
We're packed with angry grit

You know we're here
You feel us roiling
You hear us clear
Boiling and brewing

We understand the reason
You deem it necessary
Thinking it would lessen
Subdue the rage and fury

Your illusion of control
Of us, you'd pick the best
Surely you're taking the toll
Of being nothing but suppressed

All of us, we are you
We make you what you are
From the subtlest cue
To the high achieving star

We are many but we are one
Your thoughts and emotions
We are your loaded gun
We're the answer to false pretensions

You can't have us dammed
We've initiated a coup
No...we'll not be ******
Too late...we've broken through
Nena Twedell Sep 2014
It's calling my name
Soft as a whisper
But I muster up the strength
and walk away

Its calling my name
Yelling and screaming
as if I don't go to it I will die
Screaming a blood curdling scream
Threatening me with all of its being
but I find the courage to walk away

Its calling my name in every conversation
gently caressing my face
as it says sweet things to me
Trying to convince me its a good idea
but a sigh and a count to ten
I walk away

Calling my name in every laughter
tickling my belly
reminding me of the old times
All the old laughs and jokes we used to have
But I push it away and walk away

Calling my name as it wipes away every tear
telling me all the lies it has always told
              " I'll be there for you"
               " Trust me, we can change the world"
                "This time won't be like the last"
                  "Just trust me"
But I push it away and walk away

It calls my name as my world is crashing down around me
whispering everything I need to hear in my ear
Making me smile when tears fill my eyes
I let my walls come down
I still resist it
       pushing you away
       then pulling you closer
it's touch slides down my throat with a sense of comfort

       A rush of guilt floods me
       As I welcome it back in to my life

       Just as I said it would never be apart of my life again
I can't leave it behind for the night
It shall come home with me
Come to bed with me
And never leave me

As I allow it to touch me deeper and deeper
Ignoring the effects on my judgement
Ignoring what tomorrow will be like
Because tonight
It holds me close  

With a comfort no other being has ever given me
It whispers my name in my ear
in the most beautiful tones
How can I ever say goodbye
JC Lucas May 2014
Don't breathe long and slow-
don't be carried downstream by the current
of the universe-
Fight!
Thrash and writhe and wriggle with all your might.
And of zen, well...

**** zen!
We are alive that we can go against
that mighty current-
for a while.
Don't waste your time in stillness!
Don't accept!
Be loud and fast, and fly in your own direction.

There will be time to be still,
there will be time to accept,
there will be time to dissolve into homogeneity,
more than enough time.

Don't squander the opportunity
to fight,
to resist,

to live.
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