Holocaust Life Poems

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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ihr kampf

 
snowball in the face   warming them         mid-laugh ; 
    ...

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"Were it possible, a vast number of human beings would likely relive
at least one day in their lives --
each being utterly ignorant of the consequences."
--...

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Mother: Oh Raymond, Raymond, what's to become of you?  :(
Raymond: I'll stay pure & give my life; Our Lady says it's true.

Jesus: Father Maximilian...

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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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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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In my empire of dust 
I sit on a throne built 
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think 
what has been seen 
what will...

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This nonestablishmentarian (Iman) kant riff!
Otherwise titled as: Thanksgiving
nothing more'n gobbledygook 
we stuff ourselves with.

Mine suburban outpost 
approximately thirty seven plus miles
southeast of where liberty bell...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
      (The Nazi's Camps)


They had seen Hell on Earth
  Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through...

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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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LIVES MATTER 

From then to now, 
Let it be told,
The ill regard for humanity,
mounting stories told.

But God forbid
that whatever be done,
will be done for this...

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A memory of a time long gone, in which I stood by my beloved blossom tree.
I would run around the field where Majesty no longer...

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One of the questions
  after the Holocaust
was and is "Why Me?"
  Why did they die and I live?

There is no answer
  to...

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After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me:
Here was a man — now, poof, he's gone!
He died...

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