Holocaust Health Poems

Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions 
of eco-politically salvific technology.

When I first read this...

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Towering 
factories, 
arcane, 
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray 
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in 
thunder and lightning 
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete 
across facades of...

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I suppose my worldview life of mind
and witnessing view of few
deep well
hearted Earth
Bodies

Would feel easier
healthier
lighter
safer
more powerfully co-inviting
without chronic win/lose stressors
popping up
against downstream sundry, multiculturally 
diverse

Technologically
Digitally
and...

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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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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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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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American dystopia,where law breaking  is fine.
San Freaksisco, USA, civil living disappeared in no time.

Streets filled with thieves and have become public latrines.
Owners of small businesses...

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Enough!
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and...

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Our Flag Waved 
in a foreign land...

Given the taste, 
of sweet, 
savory, freedom...
The people cry out for more. 
Scared they are about to be, 
mummified...

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The Mouse

I am small and I do not matter. 
Only to those that care, 
if I live and breathe, 
but that is okay...
as they are...

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The New Year

It is a glorious gray day, 
a chance of showers,
and even storms of thunder. 
The sky will be a wonder, 
to watch, for...

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Thief of Glory 
 
Faded flowers, 
dead on the table, 
no vase, no water, 
no blood, 
no sacrifice, 
of time, sweat, tears, 
years and fears....

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy...

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The Impression

The bows are like...
those of a king, 
but sadly...
I have lost something,
in the passing. 
I waited my turn to speak, 
I was respectful, 
moral...

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