Long Bad weather Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes....

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~ He's  The  One  ~ 
( Whitney ) 


~O~



Call  the  Lord 
He  will be there 
For me,  gives  
Love, Hope, Peace, Joy
Strength,  always 
He's  the...

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food...

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thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
...

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THE bad weather had subsided. \the sound of the spring equinox heralded the falling of a silence on the world. In the village, a few village men, young and old, sat around the long dining...

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Isn't this what the Bible predicted? A false God and chaos

and plagues and bad weather and detriment caused to our 

climate by global warming and pollution. We aren't supposed 

to be messing around with mother...

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Due to some rare, genetic disorder, Cliff was born with physical features that made him different from everyone else.  Although, most people would say “different” was a kind term to use to describe Cliff....

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Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a few...

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At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I had ever loved self expression, the power and beauty of...

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I doubt it was a philosopher,
more likely an emperor,
but possibly both,
who first explored this sad relationship
between exclusion
and punishment,
colonialism
feeding repression.

I'll bet it was a Taoist mother
afraid bad weather would smother
all hope of restoring future peace
who first...

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A storm had rolled in off the Sierra Nevada and hit Milton Creek
Townsfolk were dashing all about town for shelter they did seek
Freak storms like this were a rarity and puddles were everywhere
Some folks had never...

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Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales;
Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales.

Father was a successful tailor, creating finest clothes for women and men;
And...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

From the 107th psalm




It's been the hub of the...

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>Cool at Ipswich Hospital today.
I went for  CT scan result.  I say.
High up in the maternity block.
I shared a lift with an empty bed.
Considered laying, resting me head.
Porter smiled, and motioned no with...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin,...

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Whats this love for? Is it worth it this time?
Are you gonna break my heart? 
Are you truly gonna be mine? 
Guys will say anything behind those jail walls , but 
the sad thing is...

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Catherine, you mean everything to me 
I hope with my actions you can see
My heart only has one key
Life was so much better when I was WE

You might think I am insane
Truth is I did...

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Rain  diary  -part 1                          By   ...

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2/4/23


No ifs ands or maybes
Daily
I'm seeing hatred
People still extremely racist
Meanwhile food and materials being wasted

I understand the messages these mummies meant
Continually money spent
Making matters worse, followed by a bloody event

Too often the crooked win
Always greedy...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for...

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*When I was 6, a neighborly man said,"Good morning little boy. Are you waiting for a bus? "No sir, I said.  We don't have a bus. I'm waiting for my brothers and sisters. Our...

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To my son’s….
The world will tell you to be so many things.
Your boys want to hang with a guy so fly
      he drips women off with casual disregard.
Media will tell...

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Strophe
I
O mycorrhiza, natures inter net.
This inter net does keep all plants alive .
It beats out what our race has thought as yet.
 The natural world around it does thrive.
II
Trees struck by lightning ,finished by decay.
The...

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I stand on the premise of time wondering if this day will be mine, the rock is fastened into the ground and the bad weather is driven from the town and courage is onward bound....

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Women are like dogs, but they are not dogs.
Whatever name you call her, that name she would bare.
Should you call her a dog, don’t you expect her to act like a hare
She would certainly give...

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