When daddy comes to see me, it feels wrong.
It only happens when I’m in his flat,
each second weekend. “Luka” was the song
my mother sang. But “Where I Hang My Hat”
is what he likes. The day they got divorced,
he told me that he loved me most of all.
Her boyfriend’s nice. His name is ‘Horst’:
(he’s German). Daddy says, Horst isn’t tall.
Categories:
horst, children,
Form: Quatrain
Brunhilda married a fellow named Horst
For their first meal, she treats Horst to some borscht
She serves him with sweetest smile
But Horst cries, "This stuff is vile!"
Then keels over ~ should have filed for divorce
Categories:
horst, food, marriage,
Form: Limerick
World War One
Men on Horses
German Horst-ses
French Morris-es
World War Two
Men in Tanks
American Yanks
Some named Hank
World War Three
Cyber-Nuclear Spree
Thugs and Hackers
Darkness...Blacker
Categories:
horst, dark, technology, war,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
horst, poetry,
Form: Epigram
You were God’s athlete, horst of the Tatra’s ridge -
salt of Earth.
Some tried to kill you, as they killed saint Andrew Bobola
and you were mortally wounded.
Your blood was spilled with suffer,
but you never quit till death.
You kissed the soil, dirt of Earth,
upon visiting every country.
God came to you in the vision.
You knew as humans – every part,
dignity to all of us you gave.
With death your work did not expire.
Miracles only are required
and Heaven has them all – saints of power.
© A. R. Wielgus 2014
Categories:
horst, religion,
Form: Verse