Best Dresden Poems
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN-- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE -
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.
What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?
Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?
All evil justified and made in haste
is evil just the same as any waste.
I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.
But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.
Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.
Invited for a night of talk and wine,
I settled in with a new friend of mine.
And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone
and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.
Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.
And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
what ending all our world was coming to.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.
What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?
Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?
All evil justified and made in haste
is evil just the same as any waste.
I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.
But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.
Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.
Invited for a night of talk and wine,
I settled in with a new friend of mine.
And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone
and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.
Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.
And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
what ending all their world was coming to.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.
What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?
Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?
All evil justified and made in haste
is evil just the same as any waste.
I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.
But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.
Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.
Invited for a night of talk and wine,
I settled in with this new friend of mine.
And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone
and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.
Quite suddenly the groan of engines roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the Christmas trees lit up just ev'rything.
And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
what ending all their world was coming to.
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Dolestown Poet
DRESDEN, GERMANY February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer -- sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
Valentines Wishes On Dresden
Awakened before sleep had settled in
she peered out to the night of Dresden's way
and though her hero had no war to win
she blew a kiss to him, as if to say
"mein Fuhrer, this, your Fraulein dreams of you
and vishes you could feel this love of mine
I've done most everything a girl could do
but foolish, hope to be your valentine."
And then the bombs fell from a troubled sky
as if mere kisses from the Butcher's lips
before she'd even ask her Heaven why
her world was blown apart by groaning ships;
the understanding of it all is rare
in part because the world just doesn't care.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
"To my left,
I suddenly see a woman.
I can see her to this day,
and shall never forget it.
She carries a bundle in her arms.
It is a baby.
She runs, she falls,
and the child flies in an arc
into the fire.
Suddenly, I saw people again,
right in front of me.
They scream and gesticulate
with their hands, and then
-- to my utter horror and amazement--
I see how one after the other
they simply seem to let themselves drop to the ground.
They fainted and then burnt to cinders.
(Today I know that these unfortunate people
were the victims of lack of oxygen)."
Christmas Tree Over Dresden
Feb 14,1945 Dresden Germany
In their un-loving light, to stop a heart,
descending in the night, revealing all,
fortelling all to come, right from the start,
the soul of man did make its deathly call;
and dressed in light, a city stripped so clean,
their Valentine, to pray now is too late--
an ending not conceived--nor ever seen,
is close at hand, and in the hands of fate!
Warm in the night, a child could see the glow
of all the light, and see a Christmas tree;
just falling from the night, and then to show
that what we see's not really what we see;
Exploding in the night, death makes its call;
brought on by wrong and right, but butchers all.
The death of three sisters
Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died,
though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side.
Though none of good will wished them ill yet evil still was found
and spirey towers once touching skies came crashing to the ground.
Fallen, fallen were their stones, found fallen was their pride.
The middle sister first, murdered by the hand of man,
burned by countless firey blasts til pillars could not stand at last.
and Exploding stone fell from head to feet, fell burning to the ground
while fire did sweep old Dresden’s town to destruction near complete.
The youngest perished next. No evil at the hand of man but evil nonetheless.
The quaking earth brought that distress, Adam’s fault, if not the rest,
when by his hand the fallen curse came first to all creation.
That fault through every generation brought second sister down
with sorrow and with Christchurch shock, and weeping in that town.
The oldest outlived sisters both. This grandest dame with greater fame
lived near nine hundred years. She did not die at Adam’s hand,
nor by an evil bent. Some say careless burning butt discarded still unspent
caught this lady in her prime with workmen’s good intent.
And yet the evil came, with Paris fears and Paris tears for fabled Notre Dame.
Three evils of our natural world disturbing sister’s peace.
All three were laid by hand of man, first and fourth degrees of homicide,
then careless negligence, but with or not with malintent still all sisters fell.
The first has now arisen, the others will be well,
but til new heaven and new earth none safely can here dwell.
Mr. Dresden, my name is Joshua Aaronson.
How can I help you Mr. Aaronson? How did you find me?
My wife Chloe goes to your brother's hair salon. Your brother Thomas said that you're a private detective with unusual abilities. My daughter Selene is missing.
Thomas is actually my half-brother, which is why our only resemblance is height. I presume you've already been to the police. Tell me about your daughter and when she disappeared.
Selene just turned seven. She's a little shy around strangers by nature. She's about this tall and weighs about 55 pounds. Her hair and eye color are like mine, and her hair is usually braided reaching the middle of her back. She disappeared last Saturday night after we put her to bed, sometime between 8:00 and 9:45 - I usually check on her around then before I go to bed. All the doors were locked and deadbolted. Something that was really weird was that there was a noxious smell in Selene's room, sort of like the smell of just-lit matches mixed with rotting compost. The police couldn't find anything, none of my neighbors saw or heard anything. That sign on the door that says "WIZARD". Is that for real?
I'll take your case. I'll need to visit her room, and need to borrow some objects that Selene is is frequent contact with, like favorite clothes or a teddy bear.
[Harry Dresden is the protagonist in the series of books The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. Thomas is a White Court Vampire allied with Dresden].
Its harrowing to think on the heavy bombing.' A non
Military town, with art aplenty.' Many refugees there
It seems and around; not economic had come, in terrified
Streams.' The war almost over.' German military gone'
And soon this town of beauty would be swept by bombs.'
Firestoms raging even melting steel' what a twist by wars
Victors.' I consider it wrong.' All this to build back better.?
A valid point? As I muse and consider.? Could that be an
Annoint.? Or If its 'Nie wider kreig?' Then thats something at
Least.' If its stop..' And maybe even question the con-vid release.? I
Guess victorys of truth, can be had.' Yet mass killing
Of normal everyday civillians.? On the whole this makes me' for one; very sad.)
Dresden
As the war was winding down
it was decided to bomb Dresden
It had no industry and had no military target.
the bombing was vengeance
Ten thousand people were killed that night
mostly burnt to death as the attack created a firestorm.
This was murder.
The killers got medals.
With the war on the thought was a dead German
is a good German.
I think this outrage prolonged the war.
It took years before the atrocities saw the light of day,
excepts India and Kenya, few knew Britain
could be party off mass murder.
The Albinos has been revelry to many carnages and
gotten away with it.
It is time for an apology to Dresden and her people.