Best Braun Poems

Chancellor Adolf Hitler
Quite dumb with girls when he was littler--
But in Nazi's  prime, came sultry Eva 
Messed-up like Fuhrer, she became his diva!



Educate Me with Humor--Leader Clerihew
Contest of Andrea Dietrich   1/25/2019
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Eva Braun was Hitler's lovely mistress for years.
Though both had eccentric, bizarre...

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I Received Bad News Today, Reckoning

I received bad news today,
	Rather, the bad news I sought.
Thirty years ago, we played.
Attention turned; you walked away.
	Divorce ended, so I thought.

Love was stretched thin to forgive.
	You tried to ease me from my pain.
As friends we could never live.
Let’s start...

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Clowns at the Abyss

I’m not a communist,
I’m a Democratic Socialist
Cries the independent Elitist

It’s a right to have healthcare
It’s a right to have welfare
Yet, funding for these generous proposals is no-where.

The clown behind the podium is a saint with your resources.
He proposes everyone pay their fair...

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I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom.
There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew.

No one realizes the extent of my love for the rose.  As a former resident from Acadia, Maine, my husband and I sold...

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A green rose I send to thee
on the wings of a bird set free.

With it comes my deepest desires,
that burn in the midnight moon on radiant fires.

Your secret mole, hidden from the public eye
flashes in my memory, dancing on ambers as if suspended on wires.

My...

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Good morning, men;

We wake this dawn on a battlefield prepared before us.
The dew has not yet dried and the scent of earth comingles in the mist.
Some of you wake alone, while some of you wake with company.
But rise you must and be prepared for your...

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The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores.  The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the gray mist of a fall morning dawn. He is lulled...

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A Life Worth Living

If life is to dwell on the past,
  then you would have eyes on the back of your head.
This is why there's a crick in your neck instead.
  The past is meant for learning.

If life is to focus only on...

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Cute Little Sea Snail

From this cute little shell,
you made your home.
You take it with you,
wherever you roam.

So lovely as it is, 
it is also so sad.
There is only room for one,
No husband, no wife, no mother, nor dad.

And when your children come to sup
Where shall...

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By What Power?

Disguised by a limb and hidden in a tree,
with what power had you
to murder Adam and Eve?

You came hither and thither, even spoke with our God above,
but by what power had you
to murder Job who He doth loved?

And  you appeared to tempt...

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Written: August 26, 2023
With Each Morning Poetry Contest              Sponsored by: Martin Braun  

 Quote: "Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
   a hint of memories that came millenniums...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream
What stories their memories have seen
Feathers...

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I am not a sanctuary
do not come to me for sanctuary, 
I am a supernova,  the Saturn V rocket
prepared to penetrate the highest blue sky
with a 6.5 million pound payload ride,
my rocket shell steams in idle
while erect in your atmosphere
the liquid oxygen and hydrogen
of...

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My Love, Eve

Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms eagerly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, Eve.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot...

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I heard this poem/joke as a kid I Ohio in the late 50's to early 60s. 
It was a time when all things (race and sex in particular)were sociallyuntainted,
and universally acceptable, but of course are now sociopolitico incorrect in their reckoning from all walks of...

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