Long Bulldozers Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

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

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

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Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are many new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved...

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Sacred Time Seminary's Professor of Economics
began presenting CoReGenesis Theory:

Business as Usual economists
would say that milking machines
and bulldozers,
all technology
and information systems
have enriched time,
creating new goods and services
that did not exist in prior times.

On an ecologically profound...

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If you tell me what you need we can  work out a plausible deal, if you tell  me what you want we can solve this historical debacle in an unprecedented miracle.

You have been...

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Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's...
easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020

Envision bucolic Currier
and Ives rendered landscape,
or canvas painted
courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade
(or substitute favorite creative soul)
how aforementioned illustrious artists drape
mesmerized amateur and/or

art appreciation...

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“I have seen what cannot be unseen.”

Confessed the little boy
To a uniformed interrogator
From a small chair
In Iraq,
The boy’s lips dried and crumbled
Around his mouth
Like chalk
Outlining the final place and time
Of his terrible crime.

Dust is glued...

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I did see the buoyant bubbles of bliss
fizzing out of my charming muse's smile.
A bubbly butterfly that she is,
was fluttering and whirling around me with verve.
She was so excited to explore the beauty of nature
and...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly is often not associated with kindness, kinship, or kept keepers...

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Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD



In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing

The gallows are trembling
In the...

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I woke up this morning in the silence of my mind and looked outside
Not a sign of life was moving, and the city has lost its pride

I looked up at the skies above me searching...

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The tangled vines of green tree limbs swing back and forth
as the tallest trees compete to out-shadow one another,
and yellow tigers crouch behind bushes wait for their prey to come along
and bite down on soft...

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Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally...

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It's with decision that I put the lid on time
Sitting with all my might
Calling you over with heavy appliances,
washing machines, refrigerators, 
piling them up on my lap as time bumps upward and threatens to throw...

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The foliage unruffled, 		 the tree trunks utterly baffled
                          ...

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All the Broken bodies - all the broken bones
All lying dead bloodied within the war zones

The heat unbearable - the stench even more
As the smell of death seeps from every pore 

No respect is given...

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Angelica

curiously peering over a cloud
   Angelica stepped a bit too far
      wings fluttered and disappeared
         stolen by jealous demons below...

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in her people’s wisdom,
The author said,
"No Native language has
a cognate for “human” as
separate from other beings."
The NPR interviewer sighed and
became excited by the unity
of all things and the serenity
implied in this foreign paradigm.

I’ve read enough...

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You bring promise to me.  

What had happened throughout my life I do not understand.
I wondered,  
Is a soul’s expression cut down because it is no longer functional when evil reigns?  
Is...

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They came as dawn's fresh light fell upon the land.   
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.   
Busy men clamour and plot,   
Measure and scratch,   
Cigarette...

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Written By:  D. Collins 5/20/24



1,200 for 30,000 is pretty simple math.
Annihilate the residents, then take their land.
No one brings bulldozers to the front line.
Unless that which is taken soon becomes mine.


The word that comes...

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Bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
once again have scarred and maimed
a place, once green with grass and trees
Where we once heard the sound of breeze
and ghosts of children played their games
and were forced to leave their childhood...

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recall your childhood
when you were so unaware of being a child
walking with swinging arms
babbling with chatter box like a brook
unencumbered by opinions, beliefs
unspoiled by graces and airs
unaware of age and wrinkles
when everyone was treated the...

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Lumbering bulldozers grind 
and rip trees and shrubs
from the empty lots, competing
with gas fumes, the noise 
of trucks, and honking horns 
on the busy thoroughfare.

Two gracious houses,
once precious home to families, 
but long abandoned 
and...

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Creak, creak…snap, whoosh, thud!
Helpless sound of suffering echoes through the forest
penetrating the inflicted silence of fear and diminishes.

Twigs, branches and trunks crashing upon one another;
together they stood as trees, now fallen on the ground.
Chlorophyll stained...

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An old rickety fence stands 
where a corral used to be, 
horses used to eat hay there 
now, they roam wild and free. 

A man looks toward the mountains 
tears, stream down his wrinkled face,...

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