Best Germany Poems

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The Germans take great pride
In long words measured by the clock
But can they compete when vied
With Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas in the little town of Oberflugelschweinsaxenmitcracklingewurst.
(There are some that are much longer; it isn’t the worst)

Now hier ist ze haus of ze happy family SCHMIDT
Und Herr Schmidt mit rosenconk giving ze gluwein a hit

Ze Schmidt kinder all excited - Santa...

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While Italian girls were looking at shoes,
And German women were reading the news, 
And checking to find some good movie reruns,
The Russian women were grabbing their guns.

And while Germany was losing its gains,
Rosie the Riveter was turning out planes.
While Hitler was saying  "You've got...

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On the bluffs above the Lorelei Rock,
Overlooking the Rhine River near Bingen,
Is the Lorelei Ampitheater.
While stationed in West Germany, 
Towards the end of the Cold War,
I saw there an awesome concert.
The main band was one of my favorite bands--
Possibly the best band America ever produced
(The...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.

While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s evidence that it’s replete with triumph and fall;
just after Bolzano,...

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Of course no one can predict the future and what is to happen.
History has a way of repeating itself that’s the way of things.
In Europe, Germany has the strongest economy that’s amazing isn’t it.
When they flex there muscles all Europe trembles and financially they are...

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If you ever go to Munich for you must see
the church of our lady it's cathedral is
nestled in late gothic brick it's a beautiful
landmark there a symbol of such peace 
the bricks so nicely placed like angels 
were up all night performing these two
towered structures...

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In Tchibo Germany,
enjoy a cup of coffee, 
idea from Schopenhauer to Nietzsche...

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A country which holds so much I wish to hold.
Venerate friend, old forgotten memories, or new cognizance to him.
Goddess hold my favor and keep him close to my anima.
He is honorable and altruistic and that speaks to me.

Venerate friend, old forgotten memories, or new cognizance...

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GENTLY MY MIND PORTRAYED 
AN EMPTY SADNESS WHILE I'D CRADLED 
THEE NESTLED THOUGHT
LEAVING THE INFAMOUS BONDARIES 

AWAITING THE VIEWING 
OF THOMAS MANN'S QUIET SETTING
BETWEEN THE SOLID STRUCTURES 
OF STILL RUNNING WATER SEEPING
 
OVER THE GOTHIC STONERY 
THAT CARRIED SILENT WISHES 
BENEATH THE FOUNTAINS CORE 
TRAVELING...

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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...

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this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti 
and the street art everywhere

its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot

(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun...

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Die Bücherverbrennung ("The Burning of the Books")
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned,
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.

Then a banished writer, one of the best,
scanning the list of excommunicated texts,
became enraged: he’d...

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In Winnegan, on the Moselle
There's a story townsfolk will tell:
A witch came to dine
She savoured the wine
And cast a prosperity spell!...

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ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.

Who knows whose owners might have beheaded peers,
packed tightly here
despite once repellent hate?
Here weaponless, they...

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