Best Berg Poems
I pricked my ears to follow the sound,
As did my son and our puppy hound,
delight of violin in full tune,
Played to setting sun and rising moon!
Winter evening was well underway,
Christmas carol singers in full sway,
Violin was playing the church psalms,
And Beethoven,Elgar, Berg and Brahms.
Mystery player hidden from view,
Three ardent followers, wish he knew,
Our quest to trace the source was in vain,
The flow of music was unrestrained!
A bright full moon but it was still dark,
couple in romance strolling the park,
sound of violin has come to stop,
If not for ducks one can hear pin drop.
In corner of park a wooden bench,
the maestro was here, was my hunch,
Some tell tale signs of food and foot prints,
Other than these there were no more hints!
We returned next week for an encore,
A Christmas cake with thank you decor,
There was no music but silence all the way.
Near the bench, a note:-
“ RIP, In heaven you shall play!”
There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
This is the best beer I've ever had.
Yes, The best beer I've ever had.
No beer is really bad, but
This is the best beer I’ve ever had.
Beer’s invention was accidental I’m told.
Something about stored grain and mold.
Before the Sphinx, beer was made and sold;
And at times, more valuable than gold.
Drank my first beer while serving Uncle Sam.
Got drunk on ‘33' in Saigon, Vietnam.
By 19, I was a soldier becoming a man;
So, I drank ‘til I didn’t give a damn.
Since then, I’ve travelled the world all around;
And tasted each brew that I’ve found.
Most are named for people, animals or towns;
And are glorious shades of gold, red or brown.
There are pilsners, lagers and ales
Swilled from bottles, cans, mugs…even pails.
If you want to get drunk, you can’t fail.
Drink too much, you may end up in jail.
Drank Stegmaier in old Scranton town.
Folks bragged it was the "best around“.
I tried their Golden, their Porter, their Brown;
And I must say, their judgement is sound.
In Ireland, the Guinness is Stout.
‘Tis a brew those Micks can’t live without.
In the pubs, they all sing and shout;
Until, eventually, they're all drunken louts.
In old Germany, there are too many to choose.
Every Berg and Stein make their own brews.
I tried each one on the Rhine river cruise.
So many to taste. How could I lose?
I enjoyed Sapporo in Tokyo, Japan;
Served by a Geisha at the wave of my hand.
The Singh Hai in Bangkok was grand,
As was the Ninkasi in ancient Tehran.
Tried a lager called Foster’s down under.
Drank too many. My head pounded like thunder.
They say Foster's once laid Dundee asunder;
But they love it… though you may wonder.
Enjoyed Red Stripe on Jamaican shores
And each one tasted like more.
A local beauty I was hoping to score;
But next morning, my head was so sore.
Henry Hudson’s serves Budweiser Light.
It’s weak, so you can drink it all night.
Yes, it takes quite a bit to get “tight”;
But it’s cheap and that makes it alright.
Yes, beer is a beverage so grand,
One of God's greatest gifts to man.
When life gets too tough to stand,
Just open a chilled bottle or can.
This is the best beer I’ve ever had.
When I arrived I was down and quite sad;
After just two or three, life isn't so bad.
This is the best beer I’ve ever had.
Yes, the best beer I've ever had.
Ethiopian Sun
My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms
Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching
The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body
My tears can’t save him
Quench what was thirst
Or wash away the sins of living
He will never know to read or write
He did not know the name of his own land
And killer Ethiopian sun
Which he just died under
Or his sister, sweet Biny
Who lost her life at the hands
Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg
I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying
Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree
With no hope in Ethiopia
Soon, all would be gone
9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest
From an uncertain state of mind and hand on heart
I start on this journey to be a man, a man apart
With mother’s love, brother's hug and father’s pride
With tentative steps and big dreams I take to my stride
I am a new book, unwritten, un edited, starting a new chapter
An empty globe waiting for the switch, for light to capture
To light my way through life, lies and to see truth
To make a mark through the dark with my time on earth
Do I measure up to man’s greatest achievements?
Or am I simply destroying like a rogue elephant all great monuments?
To all that I as I am will touch in this life, I hope it is with love
In my attempts to build, not to harm life, I pray to the Lord above
When the ground underneath my feet shakes,
I know it’s the echo of my fear causing the cracks
Self-discovery is just a deep breath of valour away
A short distance from one’s mouth to honour what you say
So I will soldier on with heavy heart and selflessness in mind
To fight the temptation to deny our roots, our life’s memory in times of doubt
Forth will come fleeting glory and shallowness of false friendship
Father's warning, 'Along this dark valley be wary of any new fellowship'
Mother’s love is my indestructible shield of gold in this crosswind,
As I climb higher, this unrelenting berg wind my shelter and cool shade
Father’s pride my word, my sword through this thick forest to carve open this road
Blind faith my end, self belief and striving for success my only true friend
TITANIC
Turbulent was not the sea, wonderful largest liner floated safely.
Inspired by luxurious ocean voyage, affluent passengers sailed gaily.
Tension-free vessel suddenly struck by hidden ice berg. Ship at stake.
Abrupt rush of water flow flooded the deck causing ship wreck.
Not enough life boats to accommodate each innocent helpless soul.
Ill-fated Titanic sank. Most tragic event, just to count death toll.
Captain Smith prayed till last breath. Titanic ! Ocean stole.
10/17/15
Re-Edited on 07/31/21
'A Brian Strand August'
First Place
Contest by Brian Strand
'2022 Marathon Mile 8’
Contest by Mark Toney
this will be good and slippery
in a whistling fall from grace
feel free to edit in a picture of your choice
the more grotesque the more accurate
while glancing at your wrist watch
over and over when you knew
your 30 seconds was up centuries ago
we agree to be controlled
he said speaking in archetypes
here then is my plan for world conquest
say Bob that was some intro
right you are Nick
and just what the tired evacuated
non combatants at home needed
you know Bob our audience should be issued guns
right you are Bill the results would be immediate
h-h-h-howdy there f-f-fans
g-g-glad to see you all p-p-packin
ha ha ha ha ha good one Bill
who does your thinking for you by the way
OK you've been briefed
if I wrote as few words as possible
the page would be blank
and useless as a postmodern hit man
speculating on the utility of spectacles
driven by a fear of the ordinary
in an ideological trance
at this point it could go either way
even reality is an approximation of reality
but there is no question of stopping
onward he plunged sarcastically
into a semiotic twilight of the gods
everything red shifted in a bar stool curse
too many crevasses on this ice berg
blinded by white phosphorous
receptors wide open overt and undeniable
incorrect labeling why is it a necessity
would you know your number
if your number was up
he stood before his firing squad
snickering and giggling and rolling his eyes
got a last cigarette
I have to smoke I'm a witch
the squad broke up with laughter
pissed their pants
and shot the lieutenant
if I'm in this much trouble now
God help me tomorrow
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
The fondest memory of a young boy’s drive,
Are those things reminding us we are alive,
As when those physics of natural fortitude,
Rise up to the occasion and start to protrude.
Seemingly the notion is quite uncontrollable,
The mind that takes over is quite consolable,
`T was Love gave us the procreating urge,
Assumption is such, why should we not spurge?
As was this friend of mine who’s name was Berg,
With every young lady he saw, wanted to spurge,
He did saddled himself with three kids and a wife,
Which is fine if mature ,but if not ruins one’s life.
Another fond memory of a young boy alive,
Is all those hot rod cars that he use to drive,
One of my dearest friends lost his life, where and when?
High school graduation on Bayou creek bend.
A four in the floor and a fifth under the seat,
Young boys feel like such a feat is quite neat,
Driving while drunk chancy rich price to pay,
Same as being too young when one hit’s the hay!
This story has no glory, though all parts are true,
Parents seriously need to teach children good pursue,
Apple of God’s eye, tooth for tooth, an eye for an eye,
We have not mercy, when it is judgments we cry!
For Contest: Fondest Memory
In Honor of: Frank Herrera
~Beautiful Roses~
(The Termelay)
Time to relax
See new roses
Nice buds growing
So much beauty and renewal
The sun shines on all of them now
Nice buds growing.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
August.29.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Termelay" is a poetry form or style similar to the Roundelay. This invented verse form was created by Viola Berg.
GREEN SEA : SEA-GREEN
Luster of Bluish-green sea waves is termed sea- green
Raman Effect explains perfect special color as ever seen
Turbulent waves are rolling, roaring with loud sound
As if thunder bolts are striking down the grey cloud
Mangroves with brown stems in tropical sea as coastal fence
cluster around in deep dense bushes yielding wild essence
Algae, red seaweed are farmed abundant in sea water
Cook and eat the nutritious food in lunch and dinner
Touch hard crust of white Ice berg floating on ocean
Ocean is nothing else but the wide sea-extension
• * * *
Wonderful bluish-green luster to glorify on sea glows to glorify,
but loses intensity in horizon where sea meets the sky
Sudden sea-storm rushed blowing whistling sound
Clear sky turned grey with dust particles all around
Brown algae floating on sea water spread weird smell.
Swarm of tiny kreels are chased and by large whale
White sea-foams are bubbling on crest of waves in galore
With gentle touch they fade away and thrashed on sea shore.
10/28/15
Berge riesig und stark,
Gottes liebe und Kraft schutz einem,
Sonne strahlt lieblich und schoen,
Dann will ich wandern gehen mit einem lieben Mann,
Zusammen mit Gott und verewigt,
Ein Picnic auf dem Berg,
Ein Korb mit Brot, camenbert und schoenes Getrank,
Eine Decke wo man sich drauf setzen kann,
Er schaut in ihren huebschen Augen und sagt ich liebe dich,
Sie schaut verliebt zuruck in seine traumhaften Augen.
Dann sagte Er heirate mich,
Sie schaut zuruck mit Tranen in ihren Augen,
Lange hat sie fuer diese gottliche Worte gewartet,
Er nahm sie in seine kraftigen Arme und hilt sie fest,
Du darfst nie wieder von mir weg gehen,
Dann sagt er ich liebe Dich,
Sie haben in eine huebsche kleine Kirche geheiratet,
Alle ihre liebe Verwandten und Fruende waren da,
Der liebe Gott hat Ihnen sonniges Wetter geschenkt.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of tattoos, some of them are kind of
indistinguishable. Hair, black, Mustache, black...Lots of rings.
The victim, person attacked, Maria Wiegold, tagged for prostitution seventeen
times in the past five years, was apparently in the process of being beaten and
strangled in said ally. She said the perp had a knife, the Homicide boys said
it was a flensing knife, I had to look that up. Flensing knife, I'll have to remember
that. The perp was struck down before he could kill her. Is this the Ripper?
I think we got us a live one here, in a manner of speaking. Maybe the killings
will stop now, by the Grace of God! " Yo, Brick"! " What do ya want Mikey, I'm kinda
busy here. " I done some checking with the ME, and your ice berg aint the Rip" He's
the broads Pimp, name's Gino Rondo" " arm long rap sheet, attempted murder
more assaults than I can count" " Your lucky you can count to ten Mikey, and
that's with your shoes off" "Awe Brick, cut it out, will ya"!
" Cheese Whiz, Mikey, I thought we had this one in the bag" " You always was a
hard luck story Brick" Yeah, yeah, I'm goin down to the Morgue, check on our
stiff. " William thirty Baker, central, show me 10-9 at central morgue, I'll be on
portable if you need me" " Central, William thirty Baker, will do Brick". Yeah....
" Hullo Doc"! " Hello Brick"! " I'm here for the skinny on my stiff" " You mean MY
stiff, don't you"? " Well....the Skinny as you call it, is, One cut, powerful, downward
thrust, begins at the breastbone and ends at the groin" " Very precise, almost surgical,
except"! " Except what Doc?" " I don't know any surgeons that
use a sword to cut into people" " You sure Doc?" " Quite sure Brick, I've seen
something like this before, in Japan...If I miss my guess, this was done with
a Japanese Katana".
Samurai !!!
The Sun was drowsing quietly,
Once upon a century,
Mister Ocean calm but afraid,
She was far but had a selected destiny.
The ship was named unsinkable,
She was the biggest ship ever,
On those times, she was also famous,
She was none other than Titanic.
On fourteenth April, nineteen twelve,
That day was typically pleasant,
At night eleven forty Post Meridiem,
Titanic struck an enormous ice berg.
With this the ship started sinking,
The passengers were with tensed faces,
This was the load for all Navy members,
All ran through the life boats.
At the peak time,
All mommys were in search for child,
Babies and children were all tensed for mom,
But the destiny set was really-really wrong!
At that moonless night,
All the men were having a quote in the mind,
"Girls, wife and children should be rescued first",
"We can leave the world for our love."
Every two couple saw each other,
Last time ever,
Also this maritime disaster,
Made the ship into two forever.
The sinking Titanic killed thousands of people,
But also seven hundred five lives,
Were rescued as worked ample,
But everybody understood- This wasn't simple!
This disaster took place,
In a very cold ocean,
That was North Atlantic Ocean,
It will be memorable for what happened here!
On fifteenth April, nineteen twelve,
The whole world was in a great shock,
At morning, two thirty Ante Meridiem,
The ship went down with the corpse.
Titanic is known as,
The ship of dreams,
As many crew members had a dream,
To make Titanic unsinkable as imagined!
She is known as,
The ship of wonders,
And also known as,
The ghost ship.
The Navy members always said,
"God himself cannot sink this ship",
But one night was more than enough,
To make this true statement false!
Stopped at home just to pick it up
Whatever it was, the forgetter forgot
Instead, started rooting in desk drawers,
So old. Each treasure was boxed in original gold
The guilt went away as I put it all back.
Nineteen - twenty, and thirty, and forty, in fact,
In better condition than most of my crap
But who is it for? The owners are dead.
The sons and the daughters don't know what was said.
I'm guessing the place that it all wants to go
Is on to TV Land, to the Antiques Road Show!
Copyright ©2008 Karen M Feist-Berg
Rearranging chairs
The indestructable craft
Kisses the ice berg