Tanka Brother Poems | Tanka Poems About Brother
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Helga Deen (1925-1943) (Sentanka)
Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe
War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt
Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór
Only letters and diary
Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains
Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario
Fue todo lo que quedaba
Pero su memoria sigue siendo
Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.
today that I'm
years older than him
how he bragged about being
my firstborn brother
Warm nights by the sea
Salty air enters windows
Full moon's reflection
Guiding light on the ocean
Gentle breeze ruffles palm trees
*Entry for Francine's "Summer Nights" contest
July 11, 2011 by Carolyn Devonshire
Hand hitting the face
Red burning titty twisters
Throbbing charley horse
Bone braking grizzly bear hug
“Now, do you submit?, . . . . ”Uncle!”
Fill my life with love.
Gift of friendships rare and deep.
Back in my hometown.
Reunited with them all.
I will make my life here now.
Baby brother's back.
Once more in my life to stay.
Let me make music.
Write a poem,make a craft.
Use my talents I'm blessed with.
Silver crested star.
Santa says to be myself.
Do not waste my time.
Creativity should flow.
Use my hands,my mind,my heart.
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Santa's Surprise"
sponsored by Linda-marie
sweetheart of PS
As the earth swings back
Brothers I say stay on track
Follow Master’s Plan
Sisters don’t let man change you
For they all should worship you
you feel alone although you hear a tone a tone that gets louder by the day you still
dont want to look to god to pray cause he has taken your friends and
companions and family so you say why should i remain another day you wish to
leave and leave your family alone to cry and atone for your sins although it will
always end and never begin again you want to live but you daily killing kids
selling them weedand things that excede gods will things that make ppl crazy an
enough to fight and even kill like the man who killed his family and now hes