Holocaust Friend Poems

Humanity 



I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I have known for thirty years but never met was there. Do not exist,...

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This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from...

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Is that you there 
I recognize that stair
Those eyes of a faraway dream
Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day 
While walking along this 
Sterile...

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White Lace

Mother died today. 
They called me. 
I thought they did not have, my number. 
They never called before, now. 
Why bother to call now?...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal

Is it grinning 
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring. 

Things...

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Slick silicon suicide, 
Intricate black matrix...
Interwoven web of electrons dance.

In the rhythm of the chaos words.
The rhyme of divine writing
Ancient rambling on evermore.

Lucifer turn eons-long,
Something...

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Dust
Ashes to ashes
Read as rust fine 
in dust the centuries are lost 
Tomes of history lie in disarray
far away from the terrors of the day...

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Ashes to Ashes

Smoke
rises in the distance.

The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left 
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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One of the questions
  after the Holocaust
was and is "Why Me?"
  Why did they die and I live?

There is no answer
  to...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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I
crafting, chiseling, drawing out
a masterpiece
in the shadow of humanity
lonesome voice
in this OUR wilderness
but we went astray, by choice

II
pastors and priests, professors, political elite
they keep falling,...

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The Map

In life we choose the direction of our feet, 
often by the way those around us expect us to go. 
Shockingly, striking out on...

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Harsh Trades (Child Custody)

My daughter is home.
Back from her fathers, 
house. 
She smiled and hugged,
me,
at the door.

Now…, safe.

I do not see marks, 
I do not...

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