Time Holocaust Poems

That story was so sad, 
and unbelievably wild--
how they managed to protect 
this innocent, small child

It inspired me to check out 
more library books
on other...

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My heart failed a few times again today, but each time it came back to life.
This is no time for poets and philosophers.
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It is strange...

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Children of Abgraham
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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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A picture appeared on my phone today,
on the proverbial page I perused.

A view of an evil most vile,
villainy veiled behind verve and vim.

Sadists from Auschwitz,
smiling...

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Hear them pray for the last time,
their leather boots no protection still.
Listen to the church bell chime.
Hear the men ordering to kill.

Turn off the radio.
Stop...

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In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.

His weird blistered palm blimey,
 His nasty regalia...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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The Holocaust was a reminder to us…
besides being a most horrific crime…
that dark forces of evil and intolerance 
have been flowing since the dawn of...

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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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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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I
Never one to shackle one with the past
Yet humans use words to distort
Time, our guilt or responsibility
In that sense, the Past is a scapegoat
An escape...

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What Will the Year 2021 Bring?

This Poem Was Inspired by Reflecting on the Challenges of the Past Year, and Looking forward to the Possible Positive...

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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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