Best Klaus Poems
Helga Deen (1925-1943) (Sentanka)
Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe
War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt
Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór
Only letters and diary
Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains
Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario
Fue todo lo que quedaba
Pero su memoria sigue siendo
Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.
They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.
He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him
with such love and trust.
He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.
Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.
I remember the days that we
spent together in my pursuit to
further my knowledge, you as
my mentor and I as your pupil.
Down through the years we have
had more then just a teacher and
pupil relationship, we became the
very best of friends.
I watched your hair turn grey and then
you watched mine, sadly I received
news today coming from afar that you have
gone on your final journey and we
shall never have those long academic
discussions ever again.
Such news that greeted me gave me
such a heavy heart and tears in my
eyes, for I know I shall never see
my dear friend again.
I will forever cherish the fond memories
of the past years we had shared and
our friendship and reminisce on all the
good times for those will always be
with me.
You will always have a very special
place in my heart, my mentor and
my dear friend always.
A friend that shared my life.
Note: Farewell to Klaus Goebel, ING (Radio Engineer), Neu-Isenburg, Germany ~ may you rest in peace old friend.
4th July, 2012 (c)
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV
IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie
And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat
Plenipotentiary
The first thing I'd do is to give the Minister of Justice the sack in a hurry
I'll then take over his post and issue a long awaited (you'll agree) and needed decree
That henceforth any razor-sharp lawyer and his erudite team appointed by a client for a
very very high fee
To defend protect and facilitate the " escape " of any known criminal whose ill-gotten
gains burst bank-vaults to a brain-numbing degree
That the lawyer and his team be given the DOUBLE of the sentence meted out to the
criminal and be put away minus their licences to practise LAW in an Alcatraz-like
penitentiary
And this even if I never ever had no country to call my own with or without any patrimony
(The late eminent Vietnamese-French lawyer, Maître JACQUES VERGES, renowned for among other feats the defence of KLAUS BARBIE, the NAZI " chief " under the French Vichy regime, was also the Secrétaire de la Conférence des Avocats/Examiner for those wishing to practise law in France. And yet, in a case where I was concerned with revolting Master's and Doctoral students at the Sorbonne-Nouvelle University, he subtly had my case scuttled to prop up mainly Muslim and African-origin students - openly backed by JAMES BALDWIN - who objected vehemently to being taught, besides numerous other Commonwealth authors, V. S. NAIPAUL's The Guerillas, together with Eva Peron and The Killings in Trinidad, students who also took exception to any comparison, by way of structural influence, of WOLE SOYINKA's The Road, with Greek tragedies.)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, March 8, 2019
There’s a lizard in our house,
At the last there was a mouse.
And we called the mouse Klaus,
Now there’s a lizard in our house.
Soon there will be a roo,
Koala, Possum, Emu too.
Swear it’s really true-
There’s a lizard in my shoe
A lizard in my shoe
In our house.
There’s an emu in our car,
He’s playing his guitar,
He thinks he’s a big star
The emu in our car
In our car
There’s a wombat in our school,
King parrot makes a rule
‘No wombat in our school;
This is birdy school
Birdy Birdy school
Bird.Dee.School
There’s a dingo on a boat,
A possum on a float.
Koala writes a note-
I’m in a life…coat
Please dingo stop your boat
Ding stop your boat
Stop your boat
Above goes flying fox,
In his orange jocks
With stripey coloured socks
Coloured socks
There’s an echidna in the pub,
Hugging witchery grub
Platypus guards the door
Croc is on the dance… floor
Doing a little dance
Dancey Dancey Dance
Dancey. Dance
Preying Mantis serves up drinks,
Southern Cross looks down and thinks…
Twas the night before Christmas;
As Mrs. Klaus was washing dinner dishes;
Santa is at the workshop;
He’s got a cold, sucking on cough-drop;
While walking through the snow;
Frozen his left foot pinky-toe;
Had too much cough syrup;
Was so dizzy leaving fell on reindeer stirrups?
Up see, daisy Santa what process ya…
To be stumble fall Newton’s second law (ha ha);
Swollen, fatten solid mass net force fallen;
Proportional to a Mack-truck oops Reindeer runnin;
Twas the night before Christmas;
The phone rings an Elf has called her;
As Mrs. Klaus was drying those dishes;
Toymaker say’s Santa’s out he’s trip and fallen;
Like a drunken man who’s no longer standing?
Broken hand, bruised leg blacken eye ,
--oops! guess wasn’t a happy landing;
12/7/19
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Frass the math..A help to agri.? A culture to far.' I
Ain't having any.. ( B S ) would be better than this '
Real hell for leather.' How can you plan to help
Organical food.? With insect dung..This is so rude.!
To offer false help, while subtracting physicallity.?
The good wholesome animals, this is real insanity
From white priveliged people it seems to me? klaus scoros
clinton
bush, charles windsor biden; welby. are they out of their trees.?
Do they push the world, out on a limb? As axe
To tree roots they madly swing, it seems all airy fairy
And cowless dairys.? Sacrifice and wanton felony?
Penury to live ' hard yoke tough yakka.' They'll get
Us all crook, while speiling some patter, acid rain
Are the tears they shed, they would run a world
With most people dead.? A fast hard slap is what
Is needed..' to get such a hysterical; ethos un-seated.'
we strolled midtown for awhile
hints of sun followed us beneath the
bavarian alps i was taken by
the snow capped mountains creating
a brilliant show of diamond crystals
calmly reflecting from storefront windows
holiday displays of santa klaus at his best
i would say we continued past rows of homes
collected like doll house's just to the left a tiny
bike shop i rushed in grabbing the new basket
to fill with fresh granny smiths from thee upcoming
market in view just to the right african violets lined
the the entrance way leading
to the hidden park
a quiet nook in the middle of town square i thought
masculine most of all quite charming face to face with
the subtle statue of thomas mann my form changed
i was abruptly aroused by his daringness fine liturature
art and playwright mann consumed me with folklores
gothic tales the infamous lounging of salzsburg crest
instantly a brisk chill blew over my foundation dazed i was
walking upon frauenkirch
our lady of munich doting downward to my tiny existence
i gathered myself in a very suspicious haste walking backwards
staight into the kneeling black horse knightless his back emptied
a daunting task for the bishop beyond my fascination
of castles christmas past nutcrackers wooden trains walking dolls
springs bolts screws and coo coo clocks sounding off at midday
displaying the woodcutters the milking maids in german town
Klaus is a ravening louse
WHO is his edict-ing house
Where he whips errant fantasy out
There he acts world bell-weather
Strutting and foaming of mouth
His offering Though's really small
A magnifier; here is the call.'
The maiden did shout
What's the slug all about?
So he slid through a crack in the wall
ian had developed quite
the fetish for my prose we both
were quite taken why it was santa's eve
while we settled into the obvious café
outside a village near Frankfurt
sipping latte's and devouring raspberry tarts
blueberry skoan's deep in the forest
my mind wandered about the bavarian alps
thee snow capped mountains
as I doted on ian's long lankey legs
dangling almost in a pair of old levi's
we awaited the strausus to pull into port
why the morning dew nestled
gracefully over us on santa's eve
my poems might be best
for writing they will arrest
too hard to digest
saw poems on my lap
which may create a mishap
must fill in the gap
to show poems trying
many of them are supplying
you could be crying
poems are exquisite
read them when paper visit
or might have missed it
need an exhibit
newspaper will prohibit
write them have to quit
to this will allude
at convention can be crude
tongues exude and protrude
after taking pause
there will be a Santa Klaus
which we read in clause
Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission'
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..
Father McGee
Walk into the church
when he saw
a man on the front pew
He sat there, legs crossed
And looked a bit lost
So Mcgee asked "Can I help you"
The man with a nod, replied
"I am God"
And McGee thought he misunderstood
Pardon me Sir, I'm not sure that I heard
For me hearing isn't so good
The man soon repeated
From where he was seated
"I am God and this is my house"
McGee then in shock
Ran a full Block
All the way to see Archbishop Klaus
He explained to the Bishop
What the man claimed
And ask the Archbishop, "Is He"
The Bishop was slow to
Replied "I don't know
But you'd better go back
And look busy"
Wildlife 21
'Schiessy' a German pine marten,
Was creeping around in the 'garten',
His partner, called Klaus
Shouted "Don't be a louse!
Just cut out zat coughing und fartin'!"
Heretta had a mission today and she took her cat
Can we also take my dog friend and his vampire bat?
Sorry, her mother replied, That might scare grandma you know
So Heretta and Mixie her cat, took off through a layer of snow.
I do not think anything scares grandma, Heretta sad with a grouse.
Mixie thought this was hilarious and swiftly told her friend Klaus.
Klaus cannot keep a secret; worse, he called up grandma and said
“Your daughter thinks a bat will scare you. Grandma said “Oh, Fred!”
Fred was Klaus' evil twin, and not nice to most of the family.
How he could be impolite and rude, is not so easy to see.
His parents were marvelous, his grandmother is a peach.
When he got older he lived with them; they had their share - each!