When you think of places that are sad,
you might think of the Germans in Stalingrad,
or you may consider, too,
Napolean, leading the French, at Waterloo,
but, by far, the saddest place around,
for a hundred years, is Mudville town,
the place where Casey at the bat
failed, as his mighty swing fell flat.
Casey made excuses. Folks said, "Save your breath",
and mighty Casey drank himself to death.
Flowers in Mudville, they say, never bloom.
Children grow up in misery and gloom.
Yet, as all hope is disappearing,
lately, I have been hearing,
about a strapping young prospect,
the one standing there on deck.
Do you think he can make Mudville smile?
Will he strike out or hit the ball a mile?
Fanta Fanta Fanta
I like Fanta
Flavors galore but Orange I like best
does not mean I do not enjoy the rest
Fanta soda bubbly fun
even better if you share one
Not bad for a Nazi drink
came a long way don't you think
Fanta fantastic and delicious both
nothing like a cold one for a toast
Germans replacement for Coca Cola
WW II band coke syrup, needed new soda
So Germans made Fanta brand
Hitler loved it born by his command
When war was over Coke found out
Fanta was theirs and used their clout
To fold Fanta into the Coca Cola brands
and brought it home to USA land
Fanta for fantastic shorten name
it's great taste brought soda fame
Fanta Fanta Fanta
I like Fanta
Fanta Fanta Fanta
I like Fanta...
Remembering the Enemy
Should we trust memories?
a product of a wish, that didn't happen
During World war2 my mother couldn't cope
cope with three children, and since I was
The youngest, who looked like most people, was sent
to a farm to survive
The farm was near a German garrison, and I was
going in and out there like it was a playground
In the house I lived in, several officers were bil
And often in the evening, there comes together
of Norwegian and Germans
Hard times came when the garrison and its crew
fled, and one morning, soldiers in odd uniforms
stood in the courtyard, arrests were made to
My bewilderment, and there was no time to say
Goodbye to my girlfriend Anna
From a pleasant life to stark poverty took only
a few hours, and remember standing near the
local police station, where angry men came
dragging women, demanding their hair shorn.
When I told my mother that the Germans
They were much nicer than the men dressed in
Unfitting uniforms and carrying guns were.
She told me not to mention that again because
The Germans were our enemy
Learning from various nefarious vermin Hermanns
Discerning the trigger bigger the lies fascism will rise
Spoof uncouth aloof truths won’t even try & disguise
Shermans embers burning remember the Germans
Trump encore will ensure war waged at every door
Implore more what ifs will only see the tariffs soar
Saluting Tangerine and Putin settling their score
Polluting & looting the pure Greenland foreshore
Highfalutin thugs shrugs who deplore rule of law
Russians again crushing Prussians not like before
Developing countries know it will kill the poor
Should we still call this the “Third World” War
Everything tanks in the Yanks new Wild West
China gives EU a shiner from their US diner
Deranged climate change zest was the true test
Damn it the planet we knew’s over & laid to rest
CHORUS
We lost Brigitte Bardot
Oh no! Oh no!
Now she can talk to Judy Dench
(Of course she can’t: she’s French!)
VERSE 1
You stayed at home
and learned to dance
when Germany invaded France.
You grew up with
a curvy corps
and quickly learned
what it was for.
BRIDGE
Sartre famous for his jokes,
Piaf sang a song or two:
Picasso stunned us with his strokes,
and you we’d simply like to screw.
VERSE 2
When the Germans
had to leave,
that’s when God
created Eve!
Lovely parts,
lovely pout,
and not afraid
to get them out!
Physical pain never hurts a raped man
Or a sexually harassed woman.
It’s the reaction of the world upon their pain.
Its not the look of pity in their eyes,
Not the look of disgust,
It’s the silence of the world upon their pain
Had the Germans during the Nazi Germany
Ever told the Jews that they were also
Just as beautiful as them,
Even their death in the gas chambers,
Wouldn’t have been so ruined of self respect
Every movement
Every protest and
Every struggle has a voice of its own
Silence was never an answer
The raped man or the sexually harassed woman
Wouldn’t have been so depressed.
The Jews during the Nazi Germany
Wouldn’t have been so ruined of self -respect
Had the world not silenced itself upon their pain.
Me – Irish catlick working class:
mantillas, martyrs, Maynooth, Mass.
You – a literal Lutheran lass,
all pretzels, prenups, Mama Cass.
It never could have ever worked:
those ambiguities that lurked
were knees that, one day, would have jerked,
and we’d have wound up Douglas Sirked.
Your Nancy Clutter beats my Holden
(less Marlon Brando, more Karl Malden).
The pond we’re on was never golden –
winter white-out wiped out Walden.
I would have wearied of your sermons,
short Sheridans and shallow Shermans,
your Sophie Tuckers, Ethel Mermans,
poe-faced Pennsylvania Germans.
Ignore the stranger on the shore,
by Stan and Stella set no store.
Don’t give a damn what Della wore,
or Mary Tyler any more.
The Hudson River stretches wide
From Jersey to the far west side.
The east, though, is where I reside
So I don’t see it much.
It’s quite majestic, driving past
And on the highway, going fast,
I try to conjure up the past
When locals spoke in Dutch.
‘Cross town, another river flows,
Much narrower and, I suppose,
Some Germans came because that shows
In restaurants and such.
Between the rivers, New York grew
And other cultures added to
The melting pot, which no one knew
Would suffer Ice’s clutch.
Superintelligence
If superintelligence is about collecting data
to find out why young people run, some people don't
and based on this information, invent a mobile bike that
has 3 wheels and runs on a battery. I'm skeptical of
Superintelligence is like your mother's brother who
is divorced, moved into your home, and is telling everyone what is best for them; a snippet of what your dad said
"No wonder his wife left him."
I see it is possible to write your own autobiography, your
name and address, that's it; the book with your name will
be in the post, they have the nerve, superintelligence
Intelligence is most of the time used for evil purposes
Adolph Hitler and Josef Stalin were not duces, not to forget
Netanyahu, who has led the children of Israel down
a disaster, made the people into uncaring monsters like
The Germans felt about the Jews
If superintelligence knocks on my door, I shall not open it because I get so easily impressed that I might be an eager fan.
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Grecians
Hellas and the port of Piraeus hold a memory
in my seafarer’s heart, civilized people, no
they are not leaders of efficiency, but you can
talk to them and expand your knowledge.
Not forgetting whores, they had time for a drink
sharing, a joke, and didn’t hurry you.
In Hamburg, it was never thus, no smiles, no foreplay
efficiency ruled; money on the table, the trousers
down fast, get out, no need to take your
shoes off. Yet the Germans are admired, but
when they have nothing to export
The Hellenic people will go on smoking cigarettes
and being civilized.
True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Dying in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
And his great contribution to the war effort
Made amends for his past so unsavoury
When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a criminal known to police
After death got the recognition he was due
Denmark’s war
When the Germans occupied Denmark during World War 2 the old king was not dethroned
Every morning, he was seen riding in the park
Once, when his horse was spooked, by two German soldiers. he fell off his horse but got up
He dusted himself off, mounted his stead, rode on
The occupier thought his presence was good for morale, keeping the people passive
It was difficult to be a resistant fighter there was no place to hide after all Denmark is nothing more than a gigantic sandbank
The story of the king could have been written
by Hans Christian Andersen his work has been translated into my languages
We must not forget the physicist Niels Bohr who contributed to the understanding of nuclear power
There are many more names but this is not a list of great achievements
Denmark survived the war by not being overly aggressive making the enemy feel at ease
The farmers farmed, and fishermen fished so much that when peace, came they could help
Norway who faced starvation
A conversation I had recently with a lady I just met. With Remembrance Day coming up - Lest we Forget….
Over a cup of tea
She told me of her Dad
Who was a Rat of Trobuk
You know he didn’t tell me until I was 14
But he didn’t say much about it
He was only 21
When the War begun
He enlisted with his mates
Because he couldn’t wait
But he didn’t say much about it
There were things he wouldn’t eat
Rabbit and rice uncooked sometimes
There was not much water
Fighting the Germans and Italians in the desert
But he didn’t say much about it
When he came back home
He married my mum his sweetheart
But some nights he couldn’t sleep
Shouting out in nightmares so complete
But he didn’t say much about it.
© Paul Warren Poetry
They are eating the dogs
They are eating the cats
They are eating the pets
They are eating the wild hogs.
In the early 20th “c”, Germans used to eat blockade mutton
That’s absolute truth. It’s a shame that this felon
Is desperate and going wild. The dude is a pathological liar
Who will do anything. He’s a tremendous cheater.
Immigrants do not eat the pets
Especially Haitians who love chickens
Tassot or griot meats, black rice and beans.
Haitians love Soup Joumou with lots of carrots
Haitians enjoy one of the best cuisines on the planet
Liar, liar, nobody is perfect. That’s correct.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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