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Sensational Olivia Brought a new violin
with the donations, she collected in Berlin;
ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
Olivia has an amazing talent,
she dances in circles in the crowded square;
boys wink at her with intent!
Sensational Olivia plays her violin with artistry,
finesse, elegance, and beauty;
her songs never lack harmony!
Ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
Sensational Olivia let me hear another song
on this cloudy and chilly day,
take me to a sunny shore...
where the breeze is gentle, never strong;
there I will dream alone:
watching lovers kiss and hideaway!
Ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
Sensational Olivia bought an old violin
with the donations, she collected in Berlin;
ooh, so-la-ti-do, ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
Sensational Olivia doesn't want fame, only recognition;
the excited crowd cheers on her stunning improvisation!
Ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
Sensational Olivia performs for a living and gave up her pride;
a quarter, a dime, and a dollar can make her widely smile!
Ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
sensational Olivia is very young and pretty,
people gather and applaud with a joyful feeling;
Sensational Olivia can play in a symphony,
I'll be standing there listening to her rhapsody!
Ooh, so-la-ti-do; ooh, do-re-mi-fa!
So much promise "Green White Green"
So resplendent were you as the;
Union Jack was being lowered and
The Green White Green as foisted
That glorious evening of
The First of October, 1960
So much promise, Green White Green
From the North to the South were you cheered
The East and the South also cheered you.
You were a symbol of nationhood so craved.
Partitioned in 1884 in Berlin a destiny created
Amalgamated the Lord Lugard "Niger area"
a coinage
An Amalgamated so despised by by all
Yet Green White Green Nigeria carved by destiny
Still trying to come to grips with its destiny
Ethnic colourations a parallel across the Niger area.
(Written 10th of March, 2015)
Inside a Sears store, at age 14,
I stopped to stare, with others there, in awe. . .
A dream achieved was on a TV screen:
Man’s first walk on the moon is what we saw.
Two decades passed, and I, then 35,
had lived thus far to see a mighty fall -
A celebration broadcast world-wide live:
The Cold War’s end; down came the Berlin Wall.
Born when the fight for Civil Rights began,
I’ve seen folks hated for their darker skin.
When I was 53, a black man ran
for president; the whole world saw him win!
Three things incredible in history
I’ve seen, which fan the flame of hope in me!
For Brian Strand's
A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest
Berlin was the last time we saw each other's eyes
Berlin was different then
Berlin was the last time I saw her beautiful smile
Berlin was once my friend
Berlin before the shadow stole the light
Berlin risked lives on the sharpest knives
Berlin is where the bunker lies
Berlin was where it ends
I never returned to see Berlin
I never said goodbye to my friend
I thought she'd never get out alive
When the mission blew up both ends
I now stand on the city line where once I waited for my comrade, my lover and my friend
I step into Berlin to see her ghost in time but nothing comprehends
I hear the guns, I hear the cries
The silence of death and screaming nightmares never lies
I see a figure looking at the point of line
I see a figure, a female, aged of war and time
I see a lady I think I once knew for a time
I walk toward her with a tearful smile
I hold out my hand and ask her to go and risk the extra mile
She smiles and says so many years have passed since she stood here waiting for her friend
So many tears for losing sight in a mission to bring it to an end
As she reaches for my hand she looks into my eyes
Tears flow behind the shimmering view of love lost to that fight
We stand and realise who we are, she steps over the line
The war, the mission, the memories and risks now are dead in time
Berlin is where I see her beautiful smile as we stand here hand in hand
Berlin was where we once lost love
In Berlin we found our love again
'Cross the lot there was a golf course
Where the fancy people play
You always wanted to get in there
I wanted to get away
Can I get myself a witness
Should I get myself a wife
When you and I were children
Were the best years of my life
That barbed wire sure looked dang'rous
And that fence was way too tall
From where you and I were standin'
Could've been the Berlin Wall
We would run around the grass field
Lord I never felt so free
You would always venture further
And then come right back to me
You said I've got to get ov'r it
And find a way you did
I said I'll be right here waitin'
When you've had enough of it
You went off to college
And made some nice new friends
I stayed in Pike's Creek County
Inferring meaning from the ends
You came back to me as always
I saw in your gleamin' eye
A look of determination
That made me want to cry
Should I take a job in Charlotte
At that bank too big to fail
Or sleep another night off
In the Pike's Creek County Jail
I knew you'd roam for longer
And I'd have to let you go
Down the roads this life would take me
Just one thing I truly know
Should I drive across the country
Do you think your husband'd mind
If I showed up on your doorstep
And you left that life behind
You'll be in my arms again
One day you will see
That the ends they don't mean nuthin'
If there 'aint no You and Me
December 3, 2017
West Berlin, British Sector
Hotbed of rumour and lies
I’m there illegally, not wearing
A Jimmy in scaleyback disguise.
I was a Secret Squirrel or
Sneaky Beak was another name
They called us both but
They both meant the same.
There to report
As things moved along
Trying to ensure none
Of the info was wrong
That infamous wall had
Not long been built
The Cuban Missile Crisis
Was running at full tilt.
They said there was a minefield
Under the duckboard to our site
I never knew whether it was
Just bull, or whether it was right.
You paused at the door to allow
The VOPO at the border fence
Get a good clear focus
On his telephoto lens.
If you were a newbie
And it was your first time
Tradition said you stopped
To give him a Churchill sign.
There was panic and despair
That we were pulling out
All from propaganda the Reds
Were spreading all about.
And then suddenly it was over
One Mr K decided to back down
And it was time for me to leave
That turbulent divided town.
A Twin Pioneer took me out
Quietly and Illegally by air
It’s not shown on my record as
Officially I was never ever there.
A new home
Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case you forgot.
In the meantime, more walls were constructed mainly in Israel,
stopping Palestinians wanting to home, we dislike talking about
This is because of the political Holocaust.
The wall between the house and me, old to age, to live life deep
in the Paradis.
The Chinse wall is a tourist attraction, the ugly Israel walls will
one day is building material.
There are many unseen walls among classes the rich build walls
so, they can avoid seeing what is the result of their wealth?
The hope is to tear down all walls whiles we wait.
“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.” – Irving Berlin
Ever since I became a Souper in 2022
A profile with tinted eyeglass and grey hair,
Reflecting gentleness and aristocracy,
Caught my wandering yet judicious eyes.
On reading his poems, I was drawn to him.
A cool and level headed man was Harry.
Strong like an old Oak tree, ever sheltering.
A sanctum to new poets, a guardian to all,
A man of warmth and wisdom, an inspiration.
He was not just one among a clump of trees
But stood aloof like an oak tree, firmly rooted.
In his popular poem The Old Oak Tree,
He lays down the credo of his life~
“Let us be sanctuary to the
symbolic songstress, scuttling
squirrel, vulgar urchin;
a fortress for the warrior
a haven for the pacifist
an inspiration for the poet!”
Never a pedant, flaunting his trophies,
For he knew the transitoriness of worldly fame.
Never fancied to ride the Hot Air Balloon
Knowing, it would come down to earth, deflated.
Not a votary of the ultra- modern.
In An Agenda-less Age- a poem of his,
He nostalgically reminisces his childhood,
In a rustic country side with no timetables and no worries,
With 'a tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,'
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But as support to lean on and chat with neighbors.
Harry, with you we believe too- ‘Death is not the End’
But the Golden Gate to another life.
Though your voice has fallen silent,
You continue to speak to us through your poems.
Your songs are still, yet you live on,
Through every line of verse composed.
Berlin's a place that contradicts -
It's vibrant, but it's haunting,
The paradigm of hipness, with
A history most daunting.
The damage done in World War II
Reduced it to a rubble
And then the famous wall went up,
Which led to years of trouble.
You can't forget (and never should)
The Nazi reign of terror.
Memorials abound atoning
For that awful era.
Yet everything has been restored.
You won't see ancient buildings,
But modern takes of what was lost,
Replete with domes and gildings.
This is a city worth a trip,
With coolness overriding,
Defiant that to all the world
Its past will not be hiding.
I can't believe all the outrage for all the wrong reasons,
regarding this Trump wall to keep out of my country all immigrants.
This wall will not be erected to keep immigrants out of my country,
this wall will be built to prevent Americans from being able to leave.
Trump's wall is no different than that former wall in Berlin, Germany.
This wall will evolve a new people of a most unfortunate breed,
a walking contradiction, American refugees,
people once free who no longer have a country.
Once this wall get's built what will follow will be marshal law,
then all of us, most sadly our children will be truly screwed for sure.