Best Hamburg Poems

you entered my foundation 
silence abode the quaint structures 
of a meaningful gothic erosion
between a quiet reasoning 

as I opened above the perfect 
foundery beckoning...

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Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or...

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Water     /     Water
              New...

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Hey, sir!
Why did you stop and look awhile?
Amazed by flurry fleeting fog,
or seeking sacrosanct solace 
behind the calming chiaroscuro
of boundless beguiling beauty
in front of you?

Hey,...

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Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)


Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space...

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I am who I am

Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my...

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The Day after grad.
The day after you grad. You get home not knowing what to do.
Looking through the newspaper.
A butcher, a baker, a Hamburg maker.
No...

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No Tigers At Home In Africa 


Walking my tiger home alone I’m sure walking at last

home from home and beyond when I travel too fast

In...

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At The Gates of Auschwitz

Today, I stand
At the gates of hell;
“Arbeit macht frei,”
(work sets you free!)
That is Auschwitz.
Where they burned God’s children,
And the world stood...

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Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which...

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Prostitution 

I never liked horses, 
oh yes, they are beautiful 
and dumb
and crap in their food
on the grassland of forever.
Horses are like Romanian women,
you catch...

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THE  OLD  GERMAN  PROBLEM

The  burghers of Hamburg are themselves usually Hamburgers, so there!
The burghers of Frankfurt are themselves usually Frankfurters, it‘s...

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I drink my root beer
with soggy fries
soiled buns
Hamburg runs
while watching the tube
in an unsightly nude
give me a Draft or an A&W glass
sitting in this position,...

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In school it was all about Greek and Latin at a stretch it proposed
           ...

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Broremann’s war
 
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it...

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