Best Slovakia Poems
Although East Germany is no longer around,
there are several other Eastern European countries to be found.
Some in the West consider us a competitor to NATO.
Only about our daily business we will go.
There is Poland, the Czech Republic, and Slovakia.
We have Romania, Hungary, and Bulgaria.
These are the members that exist at our core.
We have been together since the end of the last World War.
These nations are united as one for the world to see.
Together, we comprise one big happy family.
From joining the Union in 2004,
no longer Crowns, but thorns in the Euro Zone.
Dues through Asylum’s open door
Quotas from Italy or Greece,
over casings and from caters,
to step on hope and find peace.
Refugees search for compassion’s border.
Not the miles or cold nights that draw cry,
but new states of natural order
of those with new fence and wire.
Young questions, maybe one more night
with hunger and a shared fire.
Jack awoke in his usual pain, un-
daunted by it. We're all gonna die
someday is his morning mantra these days.
Isolate the variable, anything
you do to one side of the equation
you gotta do to the other. Practice
zen, eat less, an empty belly's holy.
These are the rules for old men waiting.
On the other hand, attachment to self
and to things to do. Clean the house, watch for war.
Count syllables, teach English to immigrants
from Slovakia or Syria.
Advocate vocational education
in the schools. Jack has much to do, a new
administration, low social security.
He goes slow as the day will allow.
David started playing table tennis,
At the age of ten in his local club,
Where his dad worked as a coach,
And where his brother played him.
He was born with a bone disorder,
Rare Multiple Epiphyseal Dysplasia,
And is a graduate of Sheffield Uni,
In Biological Chemistry medical.
He attended Beijing and London,
And won many medals in 2014,
In Italy, Slovenia and Slovakia,
And in Romania 2015 gold, silver.
Then the Euros in Vejle, Denmark,
And David won singles and team,
Bronze, and then in Lignano 2016,
David won bronze and team silver.
In Rio he made the quarter finals,
And was born in Torpoint, Cornwall,
Just before Christmas time in 1989 -
He lives and he trains in Sheffield.
Sara played basketball in squad ParalympicsGB,
At Euros, at Worlds and at Commonwealth Games,
In Manchester and in Melbourne, and had TT victory,
At the Paralympics in London with her team-mate.
Her boyfriend introduced her to table tennis nifty,
And she’s a paralytic, from a virus at the age of 15,
“Meeting people in the same situation as [myself]
was a real eye-opener…it opened up my life again.“
In 2013 Sara and Jane Campbell took the gold,
In the team event class 1-3 in Bayreuth, Germany,
And then she won bronze for herself in the singles,
To ride right onto 2 bronzes in Slovenia, Slovakia.
Illness and surgery were then her disappointing lot,
But she returned in the Lignano Master Open 2016,
To win a fine silver for the team. In Rio, the quarters,
For both singles and team matches. Born 12/04/1990.
Paul played table tennis as part of his rehab,
So accepted an invitation to ‘Come and Try’,
Which saw him selected for a German contest,
To represent Wales ‘cos he’s from Cardiff fab.
That was first bat, his accident was in 1986,
So Paul was chosen for the London Paras,
Where he won the men’s singles bronze,
He was extremely satisfied with his bricks.
In 2013 at the European Championships,
Paul won singles silver, he lost to Will Bayley,
But the two combined irrespectively to win,
The gold medal for the team matches, sticks.
Then he broke his leg, but in 2014 returned,
To gain singles medals in Slovenia, Slovakia,
And together with Rob Davies, gold medalist,
He won a gold in both places, they burned.
Paul made the ParalympicGB Team in Rio,
Where he was accompanied by his wife, carer,
Who sadly passed away suddenly afterwards.
Son Jonathan plays TT in Wales U21 phono.
Were is the conscience of the world
The world should rise
And embrace peace
We are tired of dying
We are tired of oppression
We are not giving up our land
We are ready to defend our
Our dignity
It does not matter
How tired we get
Our freedom is our goal
And I call on the world
To set us free
Were is the conscience of the world
UK left European Union
With out no blood shed
So was cesko Slovakia too
Now called Czech Republic
Why can't Biafra be shame
Why must my people die
Just to be free
Why must the young be brutalised
On daily bases
Just because they stood their ground
Why can't they leave us alone
Why can't we separate with out
Been ignored to death
So I call on the world
There is a silent genocide
Going on in East Nigeria
Is obvious but ignored
by the higher rankees
It clear but unknown
Will the world keep watching
Us die for nothing
How long will the world
Keep watching genocide like a movie
Were is the conscience of the world
Watching the futbol match between the national teams of Ireland and Slovakia. I managed to purchase a cheap seat and I am sitting up in the nosebleed section. We drank and cheered as the game wore on. The Irish national team emerged victorious 2-1. Suddenly I remembered my mother’s maiden name: McClay. A surge of ethnic pride surged through my being. I was hugging other fools in the stands. We emerged victorious in a qualifying match. I was hugging Celtic warriors and Joycean drunks alike in our victory
Moment of triumph
the true blood line emerges
ethnic memory
stirs up unwavering pride
party like an Irish Wake
Gabriel A. Levicky
MY FATHER IS DANCING WITH DEATH
His elephant ears moved.
His ash face, straight from a collection of death masks
Those behind dust covered windows.
And yes.
His dentures, click, click run away,
Scaring very young nurses.
His legs, a pair of prehistoric bird wings
Ready to be folded
In case there is not enough room when under.
His watery eyes see a different future.
The one where he was a little boy, chasing dogs
In love with weeping willows.
His scary razor thin lips, once rich and juicy, gathering
Silent questions
His mouth, a cave full of
Hunting scenes, sacrifice-ready animals.
His hands, bloodlessly flipping
So fast we can’t see it.
The exit sign ahead begged us to leave.
My dropped jaws followed.
I turned around.
My father is dancing with Death.
His elephant ears like his clan banner,
Wave in this stiff-air room,
Creating a draft
That changes everything…
Humenne, Slovakia March ‘09
September 18 2022
(With Barb)
By Franklin Price
09/18/2022
It's the eighteenth of September
The year is twenty twenty-two
I'm on a River Cruise in Europe
With early morning thoughts of you
Eight long months have passed us by
Since the good Lord took you home
You'll always be within my heart
Where ever in the world I roam.
I felt you as we walked upon
The lands of persons' past
Of ancestors you spoke about
I've brought you here at last
To Germany and Hungary
To Slovakia we went
In Austria we hiked around
To Vienna we were sent
Discovered many places
That we only heard about
Through my eyes you saw them
You are with me there's no doubt
The churches and the castles
The cobbled streets were not a bore
Towns were here a thousand years
Some of them for many more
Tomorrow we will end this cruise
And return to present days
Kings and queens of days gone by
Will go back into the haze
This week we will be back again
To the house that is our home
With memories and photographs
Of castles and cathedral domes
WE THE BRETHEREN
I’ve a friend, Chang, Chinese
his roommate, Chin Lee, Japanese.
Lee married Shernaz, a brunette
whose father is from Pakistan
and mother from South Africa.
Shernaz’s childhood friend is Sofia
an American…whose Russian teacher
is Spasky, Alexander Spasky from Slovakia
When we meet together so often we do,
it’s festival.
We drink, we eat, and we chat and laugh
when our hues disappear,
and our different accents tickle our funny bones.
We feed each other with our respective ethnic cuisines
and relish each other’s pleasure.
That’s when we become transparent
and find each in other.
But often we wonder
“Who’re they; the Jihads;
who are making chemical weapons
and who is grooming the economic hit men?”
We know the answers as well
“Those lunatics we ourselves,
the saner brethren have elected to rule us all.”
“There are only two classes in the world
the rulers and the ruled!”
Then again we question ourselves
“Who are we then; helpless fools
or voiceless intellects?”
Slovakia one
deep dark despair depression
England nil — hey Jude
Bellingham bicycle kick
Toney assist Kane header
Stroking wrinkle and skin
Of his rivets and skinny legs
On top of a hill
An art school on the other side
He must had been one of the chairs
To support the students for generations
Their trials and errors
and meditations are written on his warps
Now he became an ascetic
Enduring the winds and the rains
Would he accept me?
In that minute I sat on him
facing toward the City of Bratislava
in the distance below me
Birds are flying
Leaves are trembling in the breeze
Small white flowers blossoming
Trees have soft shades
At night
He must look up at
Innumerable stars
I sighed
That's why he is here...
In his acceptance
I let my body sink
Into the dream of the chair
Bedrich Smetana
from Slovakia
known for his musical gesture
talented gifted for sure