Christmas Holocaust Poems

We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
We once believed in a magic old man
Riding in an airborne sled.
With a bounty of...

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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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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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Out of all of us my best friend
Came to an inglorious, untimely ugly end
We were digging holes inside a cave
But what he didn’t know was...

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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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Wars has been declared fighting in foreign lands,
1914 men and boys join the fight for king and country,
"Over by christmas" it was said,
Off they went...

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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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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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Numbers

Life is measured. 
How much can you do?
Whimsical ideas, 
dashed to the rocks...
in favor of older methods, sure of return.

Courage beyond position, 
ambition to prove...

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