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The Invisible Wall

‘Ossi’, what Western side likes them to call,
East returning complements with ‘pushy’,
No more stands there the brick-and-mortar wall,
Love’s lost still in old animosity.  

The wall o’er a decade and half back fell,
Yet, an iron curtain still them divide,
Minds cannot meet over the wall of pride,
Hurt heart and prejudice can’t that gulf scale. 
  
‘I’d rather a spouse from a foreign shore
‘Bring than one from behind iron curtain,’ 
Felt one from across the long secured door,
Deep and wide does divide decades of pain.

Here lingers a dislike, there disdain old,
What venom brethren nurse for each other!
An open war has turned into one cold,
Togetherness in search of fair tether!

‘Too hot’ for us these women from the West,
‘Hard to please, pushy, far too material,
‘Everything about them seems commercial,
‘From old world do we come and too modest’. 

‘Too darn dense be these people from the East,
‘Lacking any a style whatsoever,
‘Forever on a bargain-hunting heist,
‘Let them savour their old odious flavour’.

Wall was felled to enable two-way flow,
Heads still finds it hard to communicate,
Bridges and trains, mutual dialogue to grow,
Yet, hard it is distanced hearts to placate.

Love and passion when at a premium come
In too short a period of years fifteen,
Old prejudices play a harder drum,
Not easy 'tis long-closed closets to clean.

World has its Kashmir, long-gulfed Koreas too,
And torn-apart people elsewhere a few,
A healer great, mighty teacher is time,
If not today, morrows may sing in rhyme.
______________________________________________________
The Berlin Wall came down some 15 years back on 9th November1989. But the iron curtain continues to divide the two people that history separated. Only two per cent of marriages every year are between the East and the West Berliners, which under normal conditions should have brought together one-third to half of the couples in a city its size. Yet, they are 12 times more likely to marry foreigners. After the wall fell, there came the euphoria only to die soon. A lingering dislike persists between the two sides. Yet, in all fairness 15 years is too short a period to mitigate the wounds inflicted by 60 years of separation. Time, let us hope, will prove a great healer that it is.
______________________________________________________
    Happenings | 01.11.04 |
Form: Narrative


Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel (Sentanka)

He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas

A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
--------------------------------------------------
Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen

Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
-------------------------------------------------
En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas

Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida


Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“  at the
Emperial Patent-Office  in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch 
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder  to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Sonya

What’s a lovely girl like you doing in a dump like this.
I own it.
That course I took is working well.
Was that the diplomatic course.
It was, have you been on it.
Have I asked you any stupid questions.
Not yet, but give it time.
Ask me another question.
What’s your name.
Sonya.
You’re kidding, did your parents not like you.
Did you actually attend that course?
Well, i sort of started the online application, but this **** site popped up, and I got distracted.
Did anything else pop up.
That’s quite witty, Sonya.
It wasn’t meant to be. I was meaning, did any religious sites pop up.
Well, they do say God works in mysterious ways. So I’m thinking he came through as busty Bertha from Berlin.
Are you a bit rusty chatting up women?
Well, I have just come out of a long term relationship.
Sorry to hear that, how long were you together.
A week.
Wish I hadn’t asked now. Was that a full week.
Well, a week is a week.
Not necessarily, it might have been Saturday, Sunday.
I suppose so.
So was it.
No, it was Wednesday, Saturday.
So technically it was four days.
If you want to be pedantic about it.
What about your relationship before that.
Eight days.
What’s your longest relationship.
Three weeks.
That must have seemed like a marriage to you.
Actually, my wife died tragically.
I’m really sorry, that was insensitive of me.
Only kidding, Sonya, she ran off with the window cleaner. The windows have never recovered.
My God, you’re a train wreck.
You want to be on that train, don’t you, Sonya.
I do, I actually want to go out with you. Why the hell do I want to go out with you.
Well Sonya, if you don’t go out with me. Then one fine day you’ll marry this boring guy, and I’ll be at the back of your mind.
But in my mind, I’ve already dumped you.
Not necessarily Sonya, this could be a match made in heaven.
It won't be, I’ve already known you five minutes, and already you’re doing my head in.
Well that is a sort of relationship, is it not.
I suppose so. I don’t even know your name.
It’s Paul.
Paul, did your parents not like you.
Do you see what you did there, Sonya?
OMG, I’ve become you, how the hell did that happen.
I’m not sure Sonya, maybe we shouldn’t go out together.
No, we must, it’s like I need to go out with you for my sanity’s sake.
Okay Sonya, pick you up at eight tomorrow night...
© Paul Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Walls Poems For Poem a Thon 2018

April 2 Walls

Trump wants a wall
Between America and Mexico

A wall against the southern hordes
A wall based on fear and hate

A wall to make America safe
A wall to make America great again

And yet I wonder 
Will his wall fall

Like the Berlin wall
And the great wall 

And all the other walls
They all failed
All of them 

Walls divide us
Walls make us 
Into different tribes

Between the pure 
And the impure 

St Reagan
Said Tear Down this Wall

Will future Presidents
Tear down this begotten wall

Or will it become a tourist attraction
Another great wall 
Against barbarian hordes

 
April 2 Trump’s Wall Against Reason
The President wants to build a wall
Against the southern hordes
Another great wall
To keep the barbarians out

He wants to build a wall
Against reason
Against science
Against the modern world

Hiding behind the wall
On the southern border

Desperately trying to keep them out
The unwashed masses
The undocumented
The illegals

Streaming across the border
Seeking to wreck the pure land
Murderous hordes 
Rapists, drug dealers

Coming to take our land over
As he stands on the border
Trying to stop the hordes himself
 
April 2 It Has Been Done Before

Before Trump’s Wall
There were many other walls

The Berlin Wall
The Great Wall
Hadrian’s Wall

All the walls of the ancient world
All failed 
To keep the enemies out

The enemies of freedom
The enemies of the state
Still came across the border
To loot, steal, rape and plunder

And nothing could stop
The flood of history
 
April 2 Walls Divide Us 

In Modern America 
We all live in gated communities
Trying desperately to keep them out

Out of sight
Out of mind
And out of our lives
 
And yet we fail 
Fail to accept the others
Are human beings 
Are our fellow creatures

As we wall ourselves off
Into our separate communities

We loose our humanity
And we loose our selves

As we hide in our walls
Hide in our bubbles

 
April 2 Mr. Trump

Please tear down this wall
Please open up your heart
Please stop this madness

We are all Americans
We are all one people
And your wall 
Will not stop us
From becoming one people

Please tear down this wall
Please build bridges to the future
Please open your heart
And let the love shine through
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

My Bright Orange Rugby Shirt

The bright orange rugby shirt I had, 
When I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen,  
Was my trophy and my pride and joy, 
Never to be deprived of me, 
Even if I complained to my parents or to their friend, 
To have been seen to be a boy too much, 
Or, in other words, mistaken as a superior person,  
With other sociology to fulfil all my wishes. 

I was just assertive and intelligent and all that, 
A fashion icon, an example to others, 
To disabled people or to church young persons, 
Who were both the same to me, like each other;
They just wanted to fit into society, 
To mark their case for more wheelchair rights,
Or in order to state their reason for believing in god. 

I had my identity, my beliefs, and my role models, 
Listened to them in respect, with amorosity:
I knew what I wanted to do in life, 
And my goals were of course reasonable, 
Because they could be achieved no problem, abstractly.

But that was it, and there it was, 
Objectively everything sounded fine, 
Doable, but what you thought about it, 
The practicalities weighed you down, 
Taught the string which so dangled entertainingly, 
As a condition that was more of a pleasure,   
To make, to work out such that your desires happened. 

So my bright rugby shirt said it all really, 
That I should have my desires and goals, 
That I should be met and facilitated in life, 
And not my parents or those church leaders, 
That I was supposed to follow.

I did not ever have to state my case beforehand,
Before the meetings about my future and care needs, 
Because everyone knew I was an atheist, 
Able with expression and communication, 
Able with much trust for other people. 

I was in Germany once with my parents,  
Dressed as usual in the clothes that I like,
Without hesitation, care or timidity; 
My jumper may not have been bright orange, 
But it was still colourful enough to attract attention.

So my parents were embarrassed, particularly my dad, 
Who was a war veteran true and sensitive, 
And so from then on we hid inside shops, 
And even stayed longer in restaurants,  
Because all the wheelchair spaces for the cafés, 
Were outside those cafés at tables on the pavement;
So we shopped, visited the toilet more, went to museums, 
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.


Remembered Past

Remembered boy along these lines
Remembered roughness through our tough times
Remembered blue eyes with his laughing look
Remembering him reading me like an open book
I called him up the other day
With so many memories for me to say
I haven't spoke to him in over a year
And I can't remember from him my last tear
Remembered walks and remembered talks
Remembering his slyness just like a fox
Remembered our high school years with each other
Remembering the wrestling-match with me and his brother
Remembering old songs he used to dedicate to me
Remembering 7 long years of us smoking bomb tree
Remembering deep talks and the tears we have shared
Somewhere along the lines then were we the cutest pair
The pictures taken of him and I
Remembering nothing unasked or a why
Remembering bus rides down the 38
Remembering his love and never experiencing his hate
I remember calling him in front of my fireplace back at home
Remembering our plans that were once set in golden stone
I remember the years I spent by his side
Somehow hasn't completely yet died
I remember his smile and his familiar touch
Way back when I loved him so much
My pureness to him I chose once to give up
Back when we were just kids --- just little pups
But still throughout high school our love stood proud and tall
Taller and taller and taller than the Berlin Wall
Now years later he's back to reunite
Back as best friends --- never having to fight
But with him he's brought a new piece of him
For I see Sophie has scored her perfect 10
Back a bit taller and a bit wiser than before
Back into my life into my newly-opened doors
And it hurts more than it ever has before
It hurts over all over again on top of all my past sore
To see him with her is a blessing I do confess
But our strong past history is being a pest
I smile for him, I talk to him, I make him laugh
I released his true love from a contradicting, jaded, wrath
Back to his arms she is home once again
Watching my new best friend score his prize and win
I look at him now to the man he's become
And give her props because she's truly won
To see a smile across his gentle face
And to watch him set his everlasting champagne glass on a beautiful lace
Would make life worth all of the while
And make me happy to see his well-deserved, happy smile
Form: Rhyme

The Waiter and the Wife

I once met a waiter in Berlin.
A tall man with blonde hair, 
a long scar above his eye,
I knew his name only to be Jurgen.

Following coffee one fine day I asked this man, 
“Do you know where I can go to find a splash of life?”
He replied with a smile, 
“I'm sorry I'm not the best for that, perhaps you should speak to my wife.”

And with that he called over a very pretty lady, 
as he summoned her he told me that her name was Sadie.
I looked at her and said, 
“Oh my gosh miss but you are quite amazing...
please excuse me for my amount of gazing.”

She told me not to worry, 
it was neither here nor there.
But that I should find my way to the edge of town, 
practically to the brink of nowhere.
I looked at her confused and I said, 
“What miss should I travel so far to see?”
She looked at Jurgen, then back my way, and simply said, 
“I guess you'll just have to trust me.”

So I paid for my coffee, 
then I started out.  
Not knowing where I was going, 
my head full of doubt.
I walked past the stores, 
and the city shops.  
I reached the country farms, 
their lands brimming with crops.

I walked so far in fact my legs began to falter, 
I cursed Sadie and her cryptic words 
as I traveled halfway to Gibraltar.

Then just as the sun was about to tuck itself behind the horizon for this night, 
I saw what I believed to be the most awe-inspiring sight.
Maybe it was the glister of her blue eyes against the stony mountains behind her en masse, 
or perhaps it was the shade of her beautiful auburn hair atop the chartreuse grass.  
Whatever it was I was smitten from the start.  
I knew it to be true, 
I knew it deep within my heart.

She smiled at me with all her warmth and said, 
“Well hi there handsome, what brings you way out here?”
I said, 
“You know, at first I wasn't sure, but now it's very clear.”

It's been twenty years since I married her, 
that little splash of mine.  
We moved to the city and I became a waiter, 
not always, 
but just from time to time.

Now on days when patrons ask me 
just where should they begin.  
I smile and say, 
“It starts by speaking to my wife, 
instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin.” 


January 7, 2016

Regulations

REGULATIONS
BY

JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Two sources of laws that govern the lives of men
One’s called survival the other a stroke of the pen
Those from survival are easy to list
Food, water and shelter so we can exist
Those from mans hand are often not clear
A crime over there  is legal over here

Man’s laws may be admirable at their writing
Later found questionable at their citing
Laws, ordinances , regulations or policy norm
With so many restrictions not easy to conform
Don’t forget rules they’re important as well
Am I acting legally or  awaiting a cell

Take the sinister case of the berlin wall
Many tried to cross it only to fall
It had been prohibited to go to the west
Any attempt to flee would result in arrest
One night a defector was fatally shot
Hung over barbed wire destined to rot

Then guess what happened the very next day
Passed a law if you want to go west    “ its ok”
An example of a law that caused men to die
An illegal extortion forcing free men to defy
There are needs for law and order to protect
Each new law tightens the noose on a citizens neck

The penalty for breaking a law way back when
Put the guilty in leg blocks or a public pen
Shame him in front of neighbors and friends
Humiliation may cause his lawlessness to end
The initial mandate of imposing a fine
Worked quite well for a very long time


Regulations(2)





It became so lucrative new laws were soon due
Pile on new charges, generate more revenue
A man runs a red light cops are hot on his tail
There’s so many charges he may not make bail
Want to change the house color from tan to gray
Need to get permission from a hundred miles away

Redo these doors on the inside of my flat
Got to submit plans and a copy of the plat
It just gets tougher each request causes a fuss
Easier for the government to keep a rein on us
To control the masses is an easy feat
They just add more laws just never delete

It’s easy to have contempt for so many laws
The enforcement of them is loaded with flaws
A girl with drugs gets years of incarceration
Drunken teenager kills four receives probation
Additional laws will make us quiet as a mouse
You’ll soon need a permit to leave the house
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member THE PURPLE BRUSISES ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT LONGER

THE PURPLE BRUSISES ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT LONGER THE PUNCH ITSELF THE TRAUMA OF THE BLOWS DOESN'T MATTER WHERE THE IMPACT THE PURPLE ONES HURT LONGER PERHAPS THIS IS WHY PURPLE WAS CHOSEN THE NATIONAL COLOR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS I SURVIVED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND YES IT STINGS JUST LITTLE MORE ESPECIALLY THE SIDE BACK HAND ALWAYS OFF GUARD NO MATTER HOW TRAUMATIZED OR CAUTIOUS I WAS HE MANAGED TO LAND JUST ABOVE THE EYEBROW LANDING ON MY BROW NOT ONLY DID I HAVE A BLACK EYE A PAINFUL KNOT OVER MY EYE I JUST COULDN'T EXPLAIN AWAY EVERY PUNCH MADE MY LIPS TEMBLINGS LIKE I WAS FREEZING TO DEATH SHAKING STUND HE WAS CLIMB TREES OUTSIDE THE HOUSE DRESSED IN FULL FATIGUE BLACK TURTLENECK WATCHING ME LIKE I AM SPECIAL OPT GO INTO GROCERY STORE WHEN I WALK PASS ALL OF HIS WEIGHT WOULD KNOCK ME TO THE GROUND DAZED FRAIL 120 POUNDS I COULDN'T MORE MY JEANS TORN RIPPED BLOOD ON MY KNEES MY LIP TREMBLING HE ALSO ENJOYED HITTING ME BEHIND MY HEAD ONLY BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ROOM FOR NEW BRUISES HE SELECTED RIGHT ABOVE THE BRAIN STEM VERY EFFECTIVE WHEN COPS ARRIVED HE'D STAND THERE SAYING I DON'T SEE ANY BRUISES IT WAS FROM HIS ARMY DAYS  BOXING IN A BERLIN PRISON HE WAS SO PROUD OF THIS TECHNIC MY HEAD SPINNING DAZED NO BRUISES ON THE BRAIN STEM WELL NOT WITH JUST THE NAKED EYE TORTURE SQUEEZING MY FINGERS ANKLES PRESSURE POINTS PARALYZING TO SAY THE LEASET TIMES WERE DIFFERENT MEN WERE THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE HOLD WOMEN WERE EQUIVALENT TO THE CHILDREN NOT HER HUSBAND DIDN'T MATTER IF SHE ATTENDED CLASSES HELD DOWN A JOB WOMEN WERE PROPERTY I SURVIVED THAT ORDEAL ONLY TO FIND HIS COPY CAT ABUSER EVEN WORSE HE WAITED UNTIL MY SEVERE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY TO STRIKE  HOW COULD I MISS THE SIGNS THAT STILL HAUNTS ME TODAY HE TARGETED THE ENTIRE FAMILY EVEN MY PETS PURPLE RIBBONS HUNG DURING OCTOBER THE MEMORIES OF BEING ABUSED LINGERS THE BRUSISES START OFF RED WATCHING THE BRUISE CHANGE COLORS RED BLACK AND BLUE PURPLE ALLOWS YOU TO SEE THE INSIDE OF THE WOUND YOU CRY A BIT SILENTLY WAITING FOR THE COLOR PURPLE TO DISSOLVE BACK INTO YOUR HEART REACHING OUT TO THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY SAVED MY LIFE GAVE ME HOPE AS THOSE PURPLE BRUSISES BEGAN TO HEAL SO DID I GOD BLESS THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY
Form: Naat

Dark Wall

Fenced around, locked up in your own place.
                hundred years i remember, wall with wars.
 wall surounded with horrors, holding their devastated       weapon,
  mini weapons set close to the wall, tearing apart our fleash,
        separating our children from us, husbands from wives.
from generation to generation , these horrors changed the wall form,
                still pleaing deeply into our flesh.
                     if we cross the wall they shoot.
                    mothers without children,
                fathers without children,
                 children without parents.
                all separeted.
                What a wall, i remember.
                  east and west , the horrors divided
                 with this wall.
                         This wall was made for selfish desire.
                           Those pass through it were shoot, those who
                      pass under it were still shoot.
                        We swimmed and swimmed ,
                        some got druned, doing it for the first time
                        alot were shut, i survived .
                              this wall is a calamity.
                Air, the only way to pass through it, but am not rich.
                                   i fought for my right, to destroy the wall,
                                but i died, the wall killed me.
                             Before going to that war, i prayed
                                 for the wall to be distroyed.
                         He answered my prayer, the war was stoped,
                                         but the wall liveth.                                                                                                                I knew because am dead.
 These present generation dumiest, just made the wall an
     historical statue.
                             They dont know what we pass against that wall.
                                We are all dead, but lucky she(wall), she liveth.
                            She is still alive, let us rest and leave them to face
                             their phase.

{THE BERLIN WALL}
Form: Elegy

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