Best Budapest Poems

Lighted Chain Bridge glints, enlivens, sparkles
Holding in view magnificent Matthias Church
And hillsides of Budapest in distinctive posture
Enchanted by milieu of ambiance on visions
In cultural rejuvenation...

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In 1944 or so,
The Nazis did deliver
A group of Jews in Hungary
Into the Danube River.

They lined them up and shot them dead -
Not one did...

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Jan caught a jet plane to New York
Where bacon does not come from pork
To end her trip
Jan let one rip
The Captain delivered a stork

Jan's flight...

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In the valleys and 
the hills
There is a 
beautiful 
country,
Fairy nature here 
beams-
Walking through 
Hungary.
Mineral waters-
this is Hungary,
Wines of gods-
this 
is Hungary,
Curches domes-
this is Hungary,
Rivers...

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8/12/16


Can't reverse any clock or the hands of time
Once in a blue moon, stars or planets align

Doing my best to be a stand-up guy
I'd be...

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Wanderlust.

When I was young, and just a girl
I wanted to travel around the world -
Casablanca, Marrakesh,
Rio de Janeiro and Budapest.
The more exotic the sound of...

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i folk dance the gypsy czardas,
red and robust on my lips,
a kiss of sweet rose.
coveted sweet pepper,
exotic fruit spice.
delicious budapest dance,
seasoned to perfection.
my husband pressured...

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What can be fairer and just then, 
the beauty of your plush pink skin.
In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink 
as does the moon,...

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In your loss
the blazing sun is paprika red
the sky turns pale blue in sadness
the Danube is flowing calm
absorbing anger of that bursting sun
Standing next to...

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Letter to My Wife
by Miklos Radnoti
translated by Michael R. Burch

A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944

Deep...

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Regarding fashion,Punk set out to gauge
The style of hair and clothes which would outrage.
John Lennon's voice was silenced at this time;
Mark Chapman was convicted for...

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Ending moonshine      

We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of 
nights       ...

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I once rode a hurricane 
from Trinidad to Budapest.
Almost drowned five times
grabbing onto driftwood that floated by to stay alive.
Prayed and prayed for a ship to...

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My Heart, My Soul

You rescued me 
Adrift with no center, 
No anchor for my heart
No shelter for my soul

You embrace me
Love’s warm blanket 
So caressing...

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Here is the time of new growth and life
as was in Prague and Budapest
So too in Cairo, Tripoli, Damascus
reform is not bloodless or taken in...

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