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holocaust, hope, humanity,
Just read a tale of
a horrendous murder in California
Makes one lose faith in humanity
My uncle saw the
death camps in
Europe during World War ll
Also shakes one's faith in humanity
Yet, I believe
that out out of the
a phoenix will appear
and fly upward
and as it soars
it will sprinkle
on those on the
and leave kindness
in its wake
art, friendship, history, holocaust, perspective, psychological, september,
when childhood held dreams
when friends where real
Anne Frank, child betrayed
when poetry spoke of the heart
when the psycho penetrated with dart
those who tell tales true
the kiss of love? or
the kiss of deceit
evil hides in rainbows
goodness dances with lightning
I will remember hearts of kindness
not the man spreading blindness
yearn for happier times
not July, only youths summertime
illusions that once made us happy
Now devour our minds
Gregory R Barden
beauty, death, earth, holocaust, true love, war, world,
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
Love second to none ...
The moon, that just moments before bathed our night -
Now swallowed by light ...
Huge clouds, like fresh mushrooms, bloom pink in the skies,
Soft-sparkling your eyes ...
Night, turned to day, with bright colors and aura ...
Such dazzling horror ...
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
We burn like the sun ...
Our lives and world ... done.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Half-Eleven" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Last ..." Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
desire, farewell, heartbreak, hurt, romance, sad love, youth,
Of all my almost-loves and far-too-soons,
Hers brought a heat most akin to summer’s sun.
I ill-assumed, one night in joyful June,
A pair so young may ever-laugh in unison.
That season we peeled the rind of unripe love,
No heed paid the holocaust by autumn,
Till it was warmth we lay in bed bereft of,
When roses dead had warned our winter’d come.
Such loves birth as flood then burn to vapor,
From eyes a pain downpours, torrential rain;
Hence I plan to leave next summer’s savior,
Before lips aflame douse to kiss in vain.
She’ll think me true and bare me her nude heart,
As I don armor then from her depart.
how i feel, self,
there was the cynosure on your sky
you, the convergent point of poetry
I forgot to learn your all inner eye
and failed there to make Buddha tree
here, now, I’m to the hackneyed dark
a bearded holocaust bawl,
I’m to me- a fresh skeleton,
A barren bone of ravished love,
grey yard of withered diction,
the hemlock in dull speech,
caged phantom of prose
-March 06, 2019 Chattogram
Catherine Mary Airan
assonance, caregiving, christian, christmas, hindi, holocaust, love,
I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last
Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do
Studied Religion and
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound
My Mom in my life
Always there for me
Taught me that true love
Would there always be
Love doesn't judge man
And I'm very free
From color or type
Of good company
True love doesn't die
"Oh Love, you'll abound,"
Despite all the bad
You'll stand your ground
Love's the Law for me
We are always free
Love keeps me alive
This is Love's decree.
allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
holocaust, love, may, universe,
The stars may wink their last goodbyes,
the sun may disappear,
the moon may shrink and come to naught
and I will shed a tear.
The universe may turn to dust
all flora, fauna waste away,
we may spend our time in darkness
hoping for a brand new day.
Will you still be here to comfort me
to fill my eyes with pride,
and swell my heart with tenderness,
my love, my blushing bride?
allusion, art, books, imagination, integrity, introspection, water,
All the knowledge in the world
Collected in volumes and volumes of books
May sooth the soul and give one comfort
Let me tell you, a little known tale
When knowledge is collected and wisdom lost
One will drown, in a flood like the holocaust
Knowledge in evil hands
Beware when one allows that to stand
I rather a kind heart
Spreading wise intent
It’s the goodness we must always ferment
Surround me with books
Shall they speak of love
So that the dam never bursts
Drowning out all that was written from above
Flirting with knowledge makes
A few of them smitten
Loving humanity is the true wisdom
That long ago the elders have written
beauty, devotion, happiness, heart, holocaust,
I don't know how to feel when you aren't here, my heart is so ready to burst
It's hard to picture anyone else though when you're written in there so deep
My thoughts are racing a mile a minute and my brain won't let me sleep
I don't know what this is, but you've made my heart thirst
For you, and you've got it set in it's ways, but I don't want to get out
It's not quite love but none the less, I'm stuck on you
And I don't know what any of this is about
But I'm thinking that we can make it through
Because there is nowhere else I'd rather be
Then in your heart and tucked away
Inside of you, I'd be set free
And happier than ever because just the thought of you makes me okay
abuse, art, discrimination, evil, hate, history, holocaust,
Beauty and the Evil Ones
A poet weaves such wondrous words
flowing of milk and honey
of enchanting places
filled with love invoked memories
Majestic symphonies of wonder
cadenza's weaving the imagination
Wagner, a musical genius sayeth so
softly painting beauty in musical tones
Overtures of compassion permeate away
such artistic brilliance buries the mind
of those whose insides are maliciously dark
pure evil pervades their bone
The painter of valleys
rivers and mountains in pastels
simple yet provocative in their tranquility
Hitler of the rose gardens
evil through and through
When blind terror rages and burns
a city of love that now churns---
innocence, a prison.
The time will come as Fate returns,
justice for all seasons
O Liberte, newly risen.
Rime Couée-Tail Rhyme For France
Contest: Debbie Guzzi
age, analogy, devotion, holocaust, life, love, philosophy,
The stars that glimmer most,
Are the stars often mistaken for stones
For they are not stones-
They are monuments of those past,
Who have worked to the bone,
For masterment and marvel,
For love unatoned.
absence, betrayal, fear, holocaust, suicide, war, world,
SARAJEVO SUICIDE -1995
If only I'd the heart to be
the stronger of the two of we,
perchance I'd find you hiding here
and part of who is you and me.
But merciless, love gives no clue
from whence it comes, nor goes into;
the time of day it might appear,
then leave, the very same as you.
I have no mind for fickle thought
nor pain that loving you has brought
if worth my time, I'd hold life dear
though Sarajevo knows it not;
tomorrow's not another day
but in tonight I cannot stay
so I have need to leave from here
from my own hand and my own way.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Babafemi Yinka Olubodun
age, appreciation, black african american, character, depression, funny love, holocaust,
If this dance be the last
For I see them throwing spears -
Not for its sport
This dance, a shrilling one.
When we come home for showers
Diapers of our babies, drenched,
Such aroma; a sweet-sour tale to tell
For being ready was the dance for...
Only the dead wishes not for this dance
But the living accustomed to its essence
Such a dance we struggle to get
Yet, a dance we fear to leave
Nor a dance to tango for!
abuse, corruption, evil, holocaust, power, racism, war,
grip a mirror
evil knows no bounds
~ keen to face your Maker?
Submitted on October 26, 2017, for contest IN THE NAME OF LOVE FOR COUNTRY - THE DARK SIDE OF NATIONALISM sponsored by DEBBIE GUZZI
No one makes it through life whole without the
Branding: marks, scars, tattoos that testify
To sorrows endur’d, bitter pills swallow’d;
Some say the inner invisible ones
Wounds deepest. My tattoo on the forearm
Pierces through to my soul like a sliver
Infected, pussy, smarting constantly—
I was sub-human, thought expendable.
“Schneller! Schneller!” Under blinding lights bark
Camp guards as we stumble blindly, free from
Cattle car stench upon arrival. My
Precious Gretel taken away at once.
Workers to the left, showers to the right
I’d die in your place, Love, one-thousand times!
© 2016 David W. Palmer
confusion, loss, lost love, me, love, me, spoken word,
I often recall the days of past
When love was deep, strong and vast
The abundance of dreams once forlorn
Deep inside me, all reborn
He opened my heart to things obscure
Showed me passion true and pure
He unleashed the me that longed to be
Held me up and set me free
Swathed and ruffled wings are now unbound
Soaring high above the ground
A shot rings out in the dark of night
Blindsided; no chance to fight
In a single moment all is lost
An internal holocaust
The pain and anger rages within
A vision of her... with him
All my questions remain unanswered
Falsehoods of the spoken word
With fear and doubt residing within
Will I? Can I love again?
Robert A. Dufresne
family, life, love
sisters are now
missed most dearly, one million strong yearly.
'tis more than a loss, t'is a holocaust.
love is life.
for Brian Strand's "Rondel"
angst, confusion, introspection, loss, lost love, love, mystery, social,
Stop staring! Holocaust survivors!
Oprah! Ann & Nancy Wilson!
Mother! Brother! Father! Friends!
Can’t you see I’m no longer a man?
courage, encouraging, history, holocaust, strength,
Honor the Purple Triangles,
Who put their souls on the line.
Courageous unwavering ordinary folk,
Infused with spiritual power.
Standing up in face of evil,
Against impossible odds.
Enduring unmentionable atrocities,
Upholding what is right.
United and bonded in peace and love,
withdrawing from man’s war.
The Purple Triangles: CONQUERORS,
We follow you in awe.
image, imagery, peace, violence, war, world,
No trails and traces
Of witching hours,
No tandem rides of battles
And encounters either.
No more tumultuous furors,
And cadence into tempestuous errors.
No sounds of sledgehammers
No manipulations, bloodshed
And carcasses and gunshots.
No more beheading infants,
But juvenile and puerile breaths
Are nourished with iridescent.
No genocide and annihilation,
No holocaust and conflagration.
Cessation of innocent blood,
And termination of cadaver flood.
Slavery, bondage and servitude ends,
When the air gets pregnant
With fragrance of love
And these images of peace again.
Copyright ©: 10 November, 2016
addiction, appreciation, art, environment, planet, tree, writing,
On the radio: "plants have both beauty and intelligence!"
Her University professors were adamant:
"If you want beauty, rather than biology,
Why not transfer to art, or art history?!"
Lord, do forgive our experts, professors ...
Unwilling to teach as DEEPLY as C. S. Lewis, Tolkien, holocaust survivors ...
And trees: unstinting with shade, space for critters, flowers, fruit, air for me!
Never sulking, whining, withholding love: forgiving our poisoning spaces interminably
life, lost love, people, philosophy, people, love, people,
The people wish for love
Reaching out for the above
The stars have turned around
All this reaching brings them down
The people pray for more
They lost their love the day before
Now god has closed his eyes
When will they see what they’ve denied?
The people ask for death
Too tired of love to feel their breath
No answers to forgive
The questions raised and why they lived
The dead can see the end
Red shadows climbing in their heads
Pure nothing in control
As they become the blackest holes
Some people rose again
The dead are proof of why they came
To hold onto their own
To remember why they’re not alone
dedication, imagination, inspirational, natural disasters, nature, on work and working, passion, peace
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith.
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.
This darkness is only companion,
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue.
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.